TOOTHPASTE

Silver spoon and candy
Please be wary
Don't get toothaches
Eight months since February
Cocaine rubbing like its toothpaste
Higher than a blue jay
And I don't give a shit what you and mom say
You said too much
I think too much
I drink too much
Didn't think for once why am I useless
Useless

I learned at nine what the worth is of two cents
I ride the line of confusion and losing control

I know
Where I'm going isn't pretty
but I can't seem to find my control
To Beleth and his wolves, for a touch of the warmth
When I'm 27 he gon come back for what he owns

I put it in a box and left it by the staircase
Its hard to talk about it when you got no case
Basking in the glory, temporarily
All my sentiments were cut with scissors made to fit my dreams
Fit my dreams

I'm hazy, sinking in to all my worst angles
I'm lazy, sifting hints
Get a grip on your handles
Scorcese
I'm a modern day tragedy, lately, my fate feels
like its bringing me close to the end



Credits
Writer(s): Layth Aziz
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