Liqour
Liquor numbs the hurt
Insta rates your worth
Money buys your dreams
And the fans they count your streams
The dro it keeps you high
When you really wanna die
Liquor numbs the hurt
And the weed it keeps me burnt
Most people's feelings lead their way
Emotions ain't a thing to me
And when I'm getting down and dirty
Better know my hands are sturdy
I don't care what he thinks
And I don't care what she thinks
I be off that coke
And I smoke on that dank
And just to be frank
I got stacks in my bank
My bitch bad and bougie
She always gon want me
She was down
When I was broke
Never going back I won't
And when I'm stressed out
Smoke that weed and get stoned
Liqour numbs the hurt
I'm poppin' all these perks
Love will put you in the grave
I'm not the type to flirt
But I'm just the type to smoke
So I'm rollin' up this purp
Never tellin on my guys
Ya you'll never hear a chirp
Realest in the room I never need a merch
My Past be full of doom u never need a search
Don't even try assume
That will get u burnt
Henny in the system in a hour I'll be turnt
In an hour I'll be turnt
In an hour I'll be turnt
In an hour I'll be turnt
Henny in the system in hour I'll be turnt
Lost up in the party I just crashed and reversed
Thinkin' in my head like shit I've been through the worst
So much time writin' notes I think I've overworked
This perk got me bleedin' out now I'm in hearse
Liquor numbs the hurt
Insta rates your worth
Money buys your dreams
And the fans they count your streams
The dro it keeps you high
When you really wanna die
Liquor numbs the hurt
And the weed it keeps me burnt
Yeah liquor numbs the hurt
Insta rates your worth
Money buys your dreams
And the fans they count your streams
The dro it keeps you high
When you really wanna die
Liquor numbs the hurt
And the weed it keeps me burnt
I smoke this weed
Just to get by
Remember we were broke
Hanging clothes up to air dry
I lost my brothers to them frontlines
We praying every day know they fly high
And that's some pain
That I'll never cure
So throwing back them perks
Till the days a blur
And I'm stressing selling packs
Cause my money hurts
And I'm repping all my brothers
Know I got em on a t-shirt
Insta rates your worth
Money buys your dreams
And the fans they count your streams
The dro it keeps you high
When you really wanna die
Liquor numbs the hurt
And the weed it keeps me burnt
Most people's feelings lead their way
Emotions ain't a thing to me
And when I'm getting down and dirty
Better know my hands are sturdy
I don't care what he thinks
And I don't care what she thinks
I be off that coke
And I smoke on that dank
And just to be frank
I got stacks in my bank
My bitch bad and bougie
She always gon want me
She was down
When I was broke
Never going back I won't
And when I'm stressed out
Smoke that weed and get stoned
Liqour numbs the hurt
I'm poppin' all these perks
Love will put you in the grave
I'm not the type to flirt
But I'm just the type to smoke
So I'm rollin' up this purp
Never tellin on my guys
Ya you'll never hear a chirp
Realest in the room I never need a merch
My Past be full of doom u never need a search
Don't even try assume
That will get u burnt
Henny in the system in a hour I'll be turnt
In an hour I'll be turnt
In an hour I'll be turnt
In an hour I'll be turnt
Henny in the system in hour I'll be turnt
Lost up in the party I just crashed and reversed
Thinkin' in my head like shit I've been through the worst
So much time writin' notes I think I've overworked
This perk got me bleedin' out now I'm in hearse
Liquor numbs the hurt
Insta rates your worth
Money buys your dreams
And the fans they count your streams
The dro it keeps you high
When you really wanna die
Liquor numbs the hurt
And the weed it keeps me burnt
Yeah liquor numbs the hurt
Insta rates your worth
Money buys your dreams
And the fans they count your streams
The dro it keeps you high
When you really wanna die
Liquor numbs the hurt
And the weed it keeps me burnt
I smoke this weed
Just to get by
Remember we were broke
Hanging clothes up to air dry
I lost my brothers to them frontlines
We praying every day know they fly high
And that's some pain
That I'll never cure
So throwing back them perks
Till the days a blur
And I'm stressing selling packs
Cause my money hurts
And I'm repping all my brothers
Know I got em on a t-shirt
Credits
Writer(s): Blade Cain
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.