Hung Up Like IM Christ
Look at me
Look at you
Looking cool
I'm a few
Drinks through
In the studio
I stay breathing out Fye
Anyway I could die
Cause I'm living a lie
But still I dont know why
I still got shaky legs when I'm sitting around
My face is down when I frown
My thoughts dont turn to sound
I think what'd I do now
I think what'd I do now
Mister LeeV
Wants the ice
Said I'm
Fuck a price
Mister LeeV
Wants the ice
Make me feel
So nice
That I got to say it twice
Snorting crushed up lice
Hoarding fucked up mice
Skinners box enticed
Me, do it all for my life
See, no im a really not nice
I stay hung up like I'm Christ
I stay hung up like I'm Christ
I'm boozing all thru the night
No snoozing all thru the night
My dreams are way outta sight
And now I'm looking to fight
I stay hung up like I'm Christ
I stay hung up like I'm Christ
I'm boozing all thru the night
No snoozing all thru the night
I'm speaking words outta spite
They make you shake outta fright
You got to lose it sometimes
So I stay looney, make rhymes
I'm staring far out the sea
While I reflect upon me
I stare at God but don't plea
Eat a mushroom and I stare at the moon
The future always come soon
So I just stay in my room
I dont look up to no dude
I stuff my mouth with some food
Then wash it down with some poon
I think it's all I consume
Look at me
Look at you
Looking cool
I'm a few
Drinks through
In the studio
It's what I do
For my mood
I need a cue
To pursue
I got a bad attitude
Perception always construed
I want a fuckin quaalude
Go to space and I zoom
Til i roll in my tomb
I'm a always assume
Ya should a stayed in the womb
My room always so gloom
But shit soon I'm a bloom
Either that, or I'll boom
I'm a boom
Sit in no light
What Chu foresight
Takin flight
Get my soul right
I get so tight
Shit I just might
Go and smoke a pipe
Fill it with some dust
What I'm really on
About a million
Get my silly on
My affiliate
Can you fill me up
Said I'm outta gas
I'm a pull a dash
At my local ******
I could search the sea
Still I'm never free
I'm too cool to be
What Chu want from me
Which you'll never see
Sippin on some tea
Smoking on some grass
Never make it last
Cover up my past
When I break and crash
Thinking that I'm trash
I could never pass
As another fraud
Singing any song
Come and smoke a bong
Think we'd get along
Look at you
Looking cool
I'm a few
Drinks through
In the studio
I stay breathing out Fye
Anyway I could die
Cause I'm living a lie
But still I dont know why
I still got shaky legs when I'm sitting around
My face is down when I frown
My thoughts dont turn to sound
I think what'd I do now
I think what'd I do now
Mister LeeV
Wants the ice
Said I'm
Fuck a price
Mister LeeV
Wants the ice
Make me feel
So nice
That I got to say it twice
Snorting crushed up lice
Hoarding fucked up mice
Skinners box enticed
Me, do it all for my life
See, no im a really not nice
I stay hung up like I'm Christ
I stay hung up like I'm Christ
I'm boozing all thru the night
No snoozing all thru the night
My dreams are way outta sight
And now I'm looking to fight
I stay hung up like I'm Christ
I stay hung up like I'm Christ
I'm boozing all thru the night
No snoozing all thru the night
I'm speaking words outta spite
They make you shake outta fright
You got to lose it sometimes
So I stay looney, make rhymes
I'm staring far out the sea
While I reflect upon me
I stare at God but don't plea
Eat a mushroom and I stare at the moon
The future always come soon
So I just stay in my room
I dont look up to no dude
I stuff my mouth with some food
Then wash it down with some poon
I think it's all I consume
Look at me
Look at you
Looking cool
I'm a few
Drinks through
In the studio
It's what I do
For my mood
I need a cue
To pursue
I got a bad attitude
Perception always construed
I want a fuckin quaalude
Go to space and I zoom
Til i roll in my tomb
I'm a always assume
Ya should a stayed in the womb
My room always so gloom
But shit soon I'm a bloom
Either that, or I'll boom
I'm a boom
Sit in no light
What Chu foresight
Takin flight
Get my soul right
I get so tight
Shit I just might
Go and smoke a pipe
Fill it with some dust
What I'm really on
About a million
Get my silly on
My affiliate
Can you fill me up
Said I'm outta gas
I'm a pull a dash
At my local ******
I could search the sea
Still I'm never free
I'm too cool to be
What Chu want from me
Which you'll never see
Sippin on some tea
Smoking on some grass
Never make it last
Cover up my past
When I break and crash
Thinking that I'm trash
I could never pass
As another fraud
Singing any song
Come and smoke a bong
Think we'd get along
Credits
Writer(s): Leev Leev
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