Ecstasy Dreams, Pt. 1
When cocaine enters the body
it has a strong effect on body functions
by acting as an imp on the brain
Cocaine causes unusual, and often unpredictable feelings and actions
Take 'em way back
Summer 2019
8-ball of that crystal rock
Ecstasy dreams, Empathy
8-ball of that crystal rock
Turn on ones I thought I could trust
Eight of us done grown up rough
Eight pills that we quick to bust
Talk tough but no pistol tuck
Back streets where them killers run
Out here you don't try your luck
Life a bitch and that ratchet slut
Take from you what you thought you got
Past opps that I'm shakin' off
That's why I walk with my day one bruvs
One call and they pay up front
Times were awful, I wrote a chorus
The type of stories you can't make up
Not for glory or just the funds
Papa taught me to leave my mark
That was just the first verse, yeah
Nah it's just the intro, fuck it
I'll go harder for the second one, wait, hol' up
Keep it goin'
We don't back forth, we no piston
Listen, bruvs snort off them dishes
Run forth with ambition
I can't get caught when I'm slippin', ugh
Bitch called and I missed it
Shit was normal, I miss it
My peak fallin', I take more and
Don't try talk, it my business
Bitches
Kid raised up in them crackhouse units
Where they spark up rock and they fly right through it
I never moved drugs, I just like my boof hits
Break it up and roll the flower, no tulips (Nah!)
This that shit that you can't fuck with
You smoke mids, puff A plus shit
My bitch all 10s like K-Dot's shit
Your chick press send, I block that shit
I'm gone, brudda so long
What, you wanna grip the mic in my palm?
But nah, you ain't shit won't hop on my song
This is all a test, correct if I'm wrong
But I'll never get checked, made chips with my tongue
Bitch, real friends don't speak on my funds
Guess there's no friends that I can still trust
We were all so quick to grow up, fuck
We were all so quick to grow up, right lads?
Fuck
But nowadays, I keep my chain tuck
'Cause you never know when a lame stop
And they run up on you for the pay cut
Still paranoid the days ain't done, argh
Fuck it imma I go one more
Yeah yeah, nah this is the last verse
Grindin' so I get a colder wrist
With a foreign whip, like it's Budapest
I been hungry, you just full of shit
When feds coming, then my bruddas split
Paralysis, you can't fuck with this
You just wheel around with a ratchet bitch
Ford Falcon, spit classic shit
And it's fuck Malcolm, no middle men
Sayin' calm down like it's Ritalin
Lookin' bitter, man, your chick give me sugar
Bars intricate, you just wish you coulda
Spit the shit to make your wrist drip
'Cause your fit look shit like a size over
Rhymes colder 'cause of dark nights
Saw my girl told her imma take flight
Dyin' sober just ain't right
Dyin' sober just ain't right
Never been the one that's gon' take lives
But I'm feelin' like this just ain't mine
I'm feelin' like this just ain't mine
Been feelin' like this shit, ain't mine
it has a strong effect on body functions
by acting as an imp on the brain
Cocaine causes unusual, and often unpredictable feelings and actions
Take 'em way back
Summer 2019
8-ball of that crystal rock
Ecstasy dreams, Empathy
8-ball of that crystal rock
Turn on ones I thought I could trust
Eight of us done grown up rough
Eight pills that we quick to bust
Talk tough but no pistol tuck
Back streets where them killers run
Out here you don't try your luck
Life a bitch and that ratchet slut
Take from you what you thought you got
Past opps that I'm shakin' off
That's why I walk with my day one bruvs
One call and they pay up front
Times were awful, I wrote a chorus
The type of stories you can't make up
Not for glory or just the funds
Papa taught me to leave my mark
That was just the first verse, yeah
Nah it's just the intro, fuck it
I'll go harder for the second one, wait, hol' up
Keep it goin'
We don't back forth, we no piston
Listen, bruvs snort off them dishes
Run forth with ambition
I can't get caught when I'm slippin', ugh
Bitch called and I missed it
Shit was normal, I miss it
My peak fallin', I take more and
Don't try talk, it my business
Bitches
Kid raised up in them crackhouse units
Where they spark up rock and they fly right through it
I never moved drugs, I just like my boof hits
Break it up and roll the flower, no tulips (Nah!)
This that shit that you can't fuck with
You smoke mids, puff A plus shit
My bitch all 10s like K-Dot's shit
Your chick press send, I block that shit
I'm gone, brudda so long
What, you wanna grip the mic in my palm?
But nah, you ain't shit won't hop on my song
This is all a test, correct if I'm wrong
But I'll never get checked, made chips with my tongue
Bitch, real friends don't speak on my funds
Guess there's no friends that I can still trust
We were all so quick to grow up, fuck
We were all so quick to grow up, right lads?
Fuck
But nowadays, I keep my chain tuck
'Cause you never know when a lame stop
And they run up on you for the pay cut
Still paranoid the days ain't done, argh
Fuck it imma I go one more
Yeah yeah, nah this is the last verse
Grindin' so I get a colder wrist
With a foreign whip, like it's Budapest
I been hungry, you just full of shit
When feds coming, then my bruddas split
Paralysis, you can't fuck with this
You just wheel around with a ratchet bitch
Ford Falcon, spit classic shit
And it's fuck Malcolm, no middle men
Sayin' calm down like it's Ritalin
Lookin' bitter, man, your chick give me sugar
Bars intricate, you just wish you coulda
Spit the shit to make your wrist drip
'Cause your fit look shit like a size over
Rhymes colder 'cause of dark nights
Saw my girl told her imma take flight
Dyin' sober just ain't right
Dyin' sober just ain't right
Never been the one that's gon' take lives
But I'm feelin' like this just ain't mine
I'm feelin' like this just ain't mine
Been feelin' like this shit, ain't mine
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Writer(s): Arian Muir
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