Do Drugs to This

Hoes don't know I run the show
Cause I brought the snow
Stuffy from the blow
Cant even smell indo
Hate me I ain't got no more
For the store
Just because for drugs I'm a whore
Boomers to keep me tripping
Blow to keep me spitting
As I'm ripping
Brains in commission
Fantasize this mission
Only a vision
So I better get to killing
I'm mixing shit
Flipping bricks
Hitting licks
Feeling like an old me

Looking for my face
Nothing near
No other place but here
Looking for my face
Nothing near
No other place but here
Looking for my face
Nothing near
Looking for my face
Heart begins to race looking for my face

But the third eye can see
Going through with my belief
The 93 thelemites with their will to be
Whatever they decide to seek
I speak these forbidden words
Just for you to know you're not a curse
Your life could be worse
I know you've heard it all before
But I have demons at my door
I have witnessed so much more
I'm going through hell again
I'm going to hell again
But I still got the flock to lead
Bunch of sheeps follow C



Credits
Writer(s): Corey Fenhaus
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