Dopamine Slot Machine (feat. Badd Karmal)

What up, Red

That's some spooky shit
That's some spooky shit

Relapsed the night I dropped Caelid to Crimson
They don't know how real this shit is
Nauseous every day, threw up in the sink this morning
Not sure what's my sickness
Getting money any way I think I can
I don't know what my business is
And if you saw the kid
Well no you didn't
You ain't witness shit
Getting in and out of cars with no conversation taking place
Hair and head down
Far as I know
No observations on my face
Plaster that shit on the net
Confess all my bullshit in a twitter space
But ain't stressed 'cuz I been high for like 3 fucking days
Aye

I'm numb
I lied when I said that I liked you
Say I'm always high
When we fight and you right too
I'm not your type
Bet there's nice guys to write too
That don't want a side piece and a white waifu
Fuck up my life
Off the vice
I'm a typhoon
Say I'm like Mike but mean Tyson
I'll bite you
Polite just to pipe you
I'd die just to diffuse
Entice you to leave
And be like what the fuck I do?
Barbie need ken
And I'm more like a Ryu
Wide eyed from white lines when I slide through
Blind in my minds eye
Wine on ya nice shoes
You got gripes and I blew my fuse
Anything for dopamine
Like this since high-school
My time is minute
Delusions my truth
Slide on ya side dude
Find him his life through
Your ass, my food
Via the drive thru
Fine when you hype, chi
Quiet you quite cute
Teeth in your thighs
No idea what I might do
Used to be shy
On the timeline, I lude
Let me remind
When you gone, I don't mind you
I wish
I could feel something

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Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Karcz
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