Headrush

She's Mrs. Headrush
Got a pocket full of pills
And a brain made of mush
She's Mrs. Headrush
Going over the edge
She just needs a push
Don't touch her stash
She's got a mountain of gold coins, skulls and grass

Mrs. Headrush
Mrs. Headrush
Don't fuck around with Mrs. Headrush

Mrs. Headrush, in need of Advil
Drinking ether, lean and NyQuil
Headache high of mind
Facing blunts in her free time
Mrs. Headrush, in need of Advil
Drinking ether, lean and NyQuil
Headache high of mind
Facing blunts in her free time

She's the leader and she fucks with cops
Don't cross her 'cause she's got a glock
Stay low 'cause she never misses
Off her block, that's none of your business
What the fuck is the meaning of this
Running cross the city
Find this piece of shit
Tell me he ain't got what I came here for
So I leave his ass crying on the fucking floor

Mrs. Headrush
Mrs. Headrush
Don't fuck around with Mrs. Headrush
Mrs. Headrush
Mrs. Headrush
Don't fuck around with Mrs. Headrush
Mrs. Headrush
Mrs. Headrush
Don't fuck around with Mrs. Headrush
Mrs. Headrush
Mrs. Headrush
Don't fuck around with Mrs. Headrush
Mrs. Headrush
Mrs. Headrush
Don't fuck around with Mrs. Headrush

Mrs. Headrush, in need of Advil
Drinking ether, lean and NyQuil
Headache high of mind
Facing blunts in her free time
Mrs. Headrush, in need of Advil
Drinking ether, lean and NyQuil
Headache high of mind
Facing blunts in her free time



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Writer(s): Joshua Turner
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