Idle Thy Glance

Ima fly I might die their gun be no grave
No remorse from the killers cuz they pharmacies

Got a dime in the pocket with a percocet
Bitch I'm on my way to some bridges catch me under em

Ain't satisfied with my life while I write this
Idle my glance cuz I'm hazy I'm high bitch
Glazy my eyes and I'm sipping on white
And you know what I say bitch the white make it right

Slurring my speech don't ask if I'm alright
This is the sign that Im doing just fine
Bitch I go bottles up, Hiding the pain I got
Shaking when I'm sober bitch I know what is up

Pull up, I'm out
Quick lick

Gas in the mouth
Big hits

Bitch you know what is up
Slothboi be acting nuts
Slurring his words
Like he bouta drop from a touch

40 of colt
Big swigs

Fuck what I'm bout
Ain't shit

Manic depression
Combined with oppression
From memories of trauma
Gun lock me right in

Bottle of white to make it right
We sipping in alleyways hiding from heat

Bottle of white to make it right
I'm tripping on shrooms that I put in my tea

Bottle of white to make it right
We running from 12 cuz we went on a spree

Bottle of white to make it right
I'm not the one that you want me to be

Fuck all your wack shit
You ain't this faction
Lurk in the night, while I wear my all my black shit
Hopping on trains I be really on that shit

Ain't satisfied with my life while I write this
Idle my glance cuz I'm hazy I'm high bitch
Glazy my eyes and I'm sipping on white
And you know what I say bitch the white make it right

Fuck all your wack shit
You ain't this faction
Lurk in the night, while I wear my all my black shit
Hopping on trains I be really on that shit

Slurring my speech don't ask if I'm alright
This is the sign that I'm doing just fine
Bitch I go bottles up, Hiding the pain I got
Shaking when I'm sober bitch I know what is up



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Brach
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