Pharmacies
Look
I should be sleeping and keeping my promises
rather than thinking bout pharmacies
I got the PPE on me
It's easy, it's all I need, really it's all on me
Climb in Yosemite, Ahwahnechee
not the hour, the easy path, that one easy
I got a piece of me, want it
You come to greet me, at the gates of the pearly, preaching
What I know, and I know when it's decent
I owe em, don't owe me one
Lonely, no Obi-Wan
Holding my glass, and it's foaming up
roaming these streets like a heat-seeking missile
Homing one
Miss my home, miss my homies on my own to seek
Cover, or don't come with me if you cold beneath covers
got government fees, and I owe em
No PG, GA is admission
Come see, si vous plait, if you skipped it, I'll say it
Ain't in the business of paying attention (What's that?!)
I missed it, I'm faded my pistons they
driving a engine that's driving the senses
Come make a decision
Rather be making incisions, with razor blades
cutting chases and shit that you making up
Day to day, you a lame and a fake and a-
fraid to say, what you think of you thinking up
stupid a** bougie a** music I been on my two, with my Losers
Been in jacuzzis
Been introduced to some new s***, that's fluent in Spanish basura
I stay on computers, stay on the plane
like the Buddha, with pilots, that's plotting on
s*** I decided on
Riding so dirty- dirt's what I'm riding on
Beats that I'm writing on
Beats what I'm fighting, and sheets that I'm writhing on
falling asleep
scenes are so secretly, seeking more scenery
scene of the crime, sounds of the single
please ask fore you mingle with raps and your jingles, is nah
Imma see when you calling out names, like it's Beetle Juice
fanning out flames and your ego do, nothing
This desert eagle do something
Don't have one it's evil, you hunting for people
that's something that I don't do
running from the ops, in the sense that I want to
I been on the block in the sense that I got one, right below the neck
and the enemies'll chop somebody if you got somebody
hold em close, cause it's not some party, this a shotgun
shorty riding shotgun
Spitting fucking flames, like it's Hot Ones
Happy and I'm human and a problem
tell me what you bouta do to solve it?
Keep it going
Bouta do to solve it
Bouta do to solve it
Bouta do
uhh
I should be sleeping and keeping my promises
rather than thinking bout pharmacies
I got the PPE on me
It's easy, it's all I need, really it's all on me
Climb in Yosemite, Ahwahnechee
not the hour, the easy path, that one easy
I got a piece of me, want it
You come to greet me, at the gates of the pearly, preaching
What I know, and I know when it's decent
I owe em, don't owe me one
Lonely, no Obi-Wan
Holding my glass, and it's foaming up
roaming these streets like a heat-seeking missile
Homing one
Miss my home, miss my homies on my own to seek
Cover, or don't come with me if you cold beneath covers
got government fees, and I owe em
No PG, GA is admission
Come see, si vous plait, if you skipped it, I'll say it
Ain't in the business of paying attention (What's that?!)
I missed it, I'm faded my pistons they
driving a engine that's driving the senses
Come make a decision
Rather be making incisions, with razor blades
cutting chases and shit that you making up
Day to day, you a lame and a fake and a-
fraid to say, what you think of you thinking up
stupid a** bougie a** music I been on my two, with my Losers
Been in jacuzzis
Been introduced to some new s***, that's fluent in Spanish basura
I stay on computers, stay on the plane
like the Buddha, with pilots, that's plotting on
s*** I decided on
Riding so dirty- dirt's what I'm riding on
Beats that I'm writing on
Beats what I'm fighting, and sheets that I'm writhing on
falling asleep
scenes are so secretly, seeking more scenery
scene of the crime, sounds of the single
please ask fore you mingle with raps and your jingles, is nah
Imma see when you calling out names, like it's Beetle Juice
fanning out flames and your ego do, nothing
This desert eagle do something
Don't have one it's evil, you hunting for people
that's something that I don't do
running from the ops, in the sense that I want to
I been on the block in the sense that I got one, right below the neck
and the enemies'll chop somebody if you got somebody
hold em close, cause it's not some party, this a shotgun
shorty riding shotgun
Spitting fucking flames, like it's Hot Ones
Happy and I'm human and a problem
tell me what you bouta do to solve it?
Keep it going
Bouta do to solve it
Bouta do to solve it
Bouta do
uhh
Credits
Writer(s): Casey Mcmillan, Daniel Armando Balderramos, Daniel Balderramos
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