Rest Stop (feat. Fedd the God)
This song was manifested by myself and many others
I got Fedd in here with me
Night flights, neighborhoods where dogs bite
If you make a sharp right, call me when you alright, aight?
Night life, scary need a night light
Killin' all my demons homie - This is what a fight like, right?
Not quite, brodie not a cop right?
Measure up and pour my medies, make em' heavy, not slight.
Dog bitch, nasty need a raw chick
Rollin' up my blunts - I tell her just make sure you lick those tight
Not good, Xanny with a Backwood
But it make him rap good, and it make him trap good
That could backfire - Blowin' out his back tire
Boy I've never been higher - Now I'm thinkin' that we should
Ditch that, stop with all the chit-chat
Just one way to fix that, shut it or you get smacked
Whiplash, glass flies, head is through the dash
I never drink and drive by people when I know I shouldn't
Night flights, neighborhoods where dogs bite
If you make a sharp right, call me when you alright, aight?
Night life, scary need a night light
Killin' all my demons homie - This is what a fight like, right?
Not quite, brodie not a cop right?
Measure up and pour my medies, make em' heavy, not slight.
Dog bitch, nasty need a raw chick
Rollin' up my blunts - I tell her just make sure you lick those tight
Get that? I don't even miss that
I don't even carry but my brodie got them kick backs
Try me, find me, I'm not even hiding
My goonies rob a stimi' from a Joey, no Biden
Wait now, fake? How?
I don't like to make pals
Suffer from psychosis, I can show you what it takes
Break downs, re-occurring shake downs
The xanny with the wood is really bringing all the pain down
Night flights, neighborhoods where dogs bite
If you make a sharp right, call me when you alright, aight?
Night life, scary need a night light
Killin' all my demons homie - This is what a fight like, right?
Not quite, brodie not a cop right?
Measure up and pour my medies, make em' heavy, not slight.
Dog bitch, nasty need a raw chick
Rollin' up my blunts - I tell her just make sure you lick those tight
Dog bitch, mixin' up my dog food
She only like real killas, hang around with all dudes
Ridin' round Altoona with a Boomer, fixin' my mood
Yeah I got that gas I'm not a clown dude
Last breath, sounds of a tweaker, dying on my dad steps
Fentanyl, Fentanyl, you hit it, that's the last step
We livin' in our last days like Mayans and the Aztecs
Fedd The Godd he talkin' money, you want a verse I cash checks
In a track suit bout all money, I ain't worried bout no damn sex
Bad white snow bunny, pullin' down her spandex
Lick the codeine drink right off her chest, chase it with the Liquid Death
Drugs takin' me to a different world, she got more cheeks than Sandy Squirrel
North side n**** move like Batman, ridin' in a Gotham world
Joker n**** with two pistols
Bang bang bang, cost two nickels
Watchin' Rick and Morty with your baby girl, she suckin' pickles.
I got Fedd in here with me
Night flights, neighborhoods where dogs bite
If you make a sharp right, call me when you alright, aight?
Night life, scary need a night light
Killin' all my demons homie - This is what a fight like, right?
Not quite, brodie not a cop right?
Measure up and pour my medies, make em' heavy, not slight.
Dog bitch, nasty need a raw chick
Rollin' up my blunts - I tell her just make sure you lick those tight
Not good, Xanny with a Backwood
But it make him rap good, and it make him trap good
That could backfire - Blowin' out his back tire
Boy I've never been higher - Now I'm thinkin' that we should
Ditch that, stop with all the chit-chat
Just one way to fix that, shut it or you get smacked
Whiplash, glass flies, head is through the dash
I never drink and drive by people when I know I shouldn't
Night flights, neighborhoods where dogs bite
If you make a sharp right, call me when you alright, aight?
Night life, scary need a night light
Killin' all my demons homie - This is what a fight like, right?
Not quite, brodie not a cop right?
Measure up and pour my medies, make em' heavy, not slight.
Dog bitch, nasty need a raw chick
Rollin' up my blunts - I tell her just make sure you lick those tight
Get that? I don't even miss that
I don't even carry but my brodie got them kick backs
Try me, find me, I'm not even hiding
My goonies rob a stimi' from a Joey, no Biden
Wait now, fake? How?
I don't like to make pals
Suffer from psychosis, I can show you what it takes
Break downs, re-occurring shake downs
The xanny with the wood is really bringing all the pain down
Night flights, neighborhoods where dogs bite
If you make a sharp right, call me when you alright, aight?
Night life, scary need a night light
Killin' all my demons homie - This is what a fight like, right?
Not quite, brodie not a cop right?
Measure up and pour my medies, make em' heavy, not slight.
Dog bitch, nasty need a raw chick
Rollin' up my blunts - I tell her just make sure you lick those tight
Dog bitch, mixin' up my dog food
She only like real killas, hang around with all dudes
Ridin' round Altoona with a Boomer, fixin' my mood
Yeah I got that gas I'm not a clown dude
Last breath, sounds of a tweaker, dying on my dad steps
Fentanyl, Fentanyl, you hit it, that's the last step
We livin' in our last days like Mayans and the Aztecs
Fedd The Godd he talkin' money, you want a verse I cash checks
In a track suit bout all money, I ain't worried bout no damn sex
Bad white snow bunny, pullin' down her spandex
Lick the codeine drink right off her chest, chase it with the Liquid Death
Drugs takin' me to a different world, she got more cheeks than Sandy Squirrel
North side n**** move like Batman, ridin' in a Gotham world
Joker n**** with two pistols
Bang bang bang, cost two nickels
Watchin' Rick and Morty with your baby girl, she suckin' pickles.
Credits
Writer(s): James Fedd
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