GLUTTONY
Roll a blunt and light it up
Pour some in my double cup
And chug it in a second up
No bitch I don't get enough
And no bitch I ain't gonna stop
This codein's for my bad thoughts
25 Years, I ain't got no second thoughts
Yeah my brother told me it ain't good for me
He said that I'd deserve some better
Guess he doesn't meant morphines (What?)
Nor that Tillidine (Huh?)
Nor that Promethazine (Why?)
Bitch I don't care, as long as it works out for me
Yeah my uncle says that I gonna fuck up my kidney
It's okay, as long as my liver stays with me
Bitch my lungs may collapse, and my heart will stop beatin
But in hell, I can chill with lucifer, smokin resin (Ayy)
And I'll pass it to the demons that no longer sit inside my head
Chill bitch, I don't give a fuck about the day I'm dead
I'm a walking corpse, you see my eyes, they're bloody red
You see my hands, they're shaking, if I don't get my meds
Thats bad, yeah Notorious he understands
He knows where I'm at, six feet deep inside my bed
The only one, smiling at my burial, because he knew the plan
Yeah because he knew a man, can't take everything
And one day the pain will end
False Prophets, yeah we're damned
False Prophets, we're them damned
False Prophets, fuck we're damned (Fuck)
Ich hab jedes Jahr Stress, wie bei Harry potter (Leute ohne Nase)
Ich brauch nur ein guten Spruch
Und es trifft ein paar Opfer (Accio Hure)
Mein Leben Schaukel ich locker
Aber bringt mir grade nicht viel (Nah nah)
No Bitch on my side, jeder kennt das Spiel (Gurr) (Ja ja)
Gerade Date ich nicht viel, weil diese Bitches alles Bitches sind
Und ich selbst lebe grade in 'nem Fitness Film
Lerne Boxen, kein Bock mehr auf der Couch zu chillen
Verbringe morgens meine Zeit mit dem Laufen
Nicht mal mehr aus der Puste, bleibe ruthless
Nicht auf der Suche, Schiefe Bahn, folge weiter meiner Route
Trotz verkackter Schule werd ich reich
Nein ich brauch keine Versuche (Nein)
Ich war schon immer hier der coolste (Wesh)
Und du warst schon immer eine Hure, ja siehste
Mein Bruder könnte dich von weiten erschießen (Pew pew pew)
Er is Military Soldier, high wie der Holländer (Holländer)
Pour some in my double cup
And chug it in a second up
No bitch I don't get enough
And no bitch I ain't gonna stop
This codein's for my bad thoughts
25 Years, I ain't got no second thoughts
Yeah my brother told me it ain't good for me
He said that I'd deserve some better
Guess he doesn't meant morphines (What?)
Nor that Tillidine (Huh?)
Nor that Promethazine (Why?)
Bitch I don't care, as long as it works out for me
Yeah my uncle says that I gonna fuck up my kidney
It's okay, as long as my liver stays with me
Bitch my lungs may collapse, and my heart will stop beatin
But in hell, I can chill with lucifer, smokin resin (Ayy)
And I'll pass it to the demons that no longer sit inside my head
Chill bitch, I don't give a fuck about the day I'm dead
I'm a walking corpse, you see my eyes, they're bloody red
You see my hands, they're shaking, if I don't get my meds
Thats bad, yeah Notorious he understands
He knows where I'm at, six feet deep inside my bed
The only one, smiling at my burial, because he knew the plan
Yeah because he knew a man, can't take everything
And one day the pain will end
False Prophets, yeah we're damned
False Prophets, we're them damned
False Prophets, fuck we're damned (Fuck)
Ich hab jedes Jahr Stress, wie bei Harry potter (Leute ohne Nase)
Ich brauch nur ein guten Spruch
Und es trifft ein paar Opfer (Accio Hure)
Mein Leben Schaukel ich locker
Aber bringt mir grade nicht viel (Nah nah)
No Bitch on my side, jeder kennt das Spiel (Gurr) (Ja ja)
Gerade Date ich nicht viel, weil diese Bitches alles Bitches sind
Und ich selbst lebe grade in 'nem Fitness Film
Lerne Boxen, kein Bock mehr auf der Couch zu chillen
Verbringe morgens meine Zeit mit dem Laufen
Nicht mal mehr aus der Puste, bleibe ruthless
Nicht auf der Suche, Schiefe Bahn, folge weiter meiner Route
Trotz verkackter Schule werd ich reich
Nein ich brauch keine Versuche (Nein)
Ich war schon immer hier der coolste (Wesh)
Und du warst schon immer eine Hure, ja siehste
Mein Bruder könnte dich von weiten erschießen (Pew pew pew)
Er is Military Soldier, high wie der Holländer (Holländer)
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