Bennys
One student, desperate for money to pay for his habit, sold bennies for quarters and dimes to kids in elementary school
Ski school, ski lodging, yo
All rise, the feds wish they was my wall flies
Curb crawling, stifled and hog-tied
Lost eyes, I'm reaching out into the dark
Hall blind
The DMT, calisthenics got me feeling like I lost time
Smoking magic moss like, black magicians steaming a loud sip
Throughout the land, I'm the loudest
Homie, you get socked for being on some clown shit
Keith Richards, acid party, I'm dressed as an electrical outlet
I'm deep in pussy, no rubber, I'm far from grounded
My projectile vomit from stage, it made the crowd split
I probably dropped over 500 compositions of work like Strauss did
Mic check mic check
Yo, childhood wasn't easy, face of adversary
Contemplating suicide as you played in the nursery
Is it fate, what's his purpose? He questions everything around, like those I lost
Do they reside in heaven or the ground?
Pleasantville dreams, but ain't shit pleasant in this town
Where one-on-ones don't exist, get your head stomped in the ground
It's hard to forget, what your memories know
Forgive and moved on, but I'm never letting it go
Forever he's told, all these people have it worse than him
But his head's long gone, all his money's perks and pins
And now he's out of work again, I guess he was a jerk to friend
Nobody
Hits my phone up, like it doesn't work and shit
Ski school, ski lodging, yo
All rise, the feds wish they was my wall flies
Curb crawling, stifled and hog-tied
Lost eyes, I'm reaching out into the dark
Hall blind
The DMT, calisthenics got me feeling like I lost time
Smoking magic moss like, black magicians steaming a loud sip
Throughout the land, I'm the loudest
Homie, you get socked for being on some clown shit
Keith Richards, acid party, I'm dressed as an electrical outlet
I'm deep in pussy, no rubber, I'm far from grounded
My projectile vomit from stage, it made the crowd split
I probably dropped over 500 compositions of work like Strauss did
Mic check mic check
Yo, childhood wasn't easy, face of adversary
Contemplating suicide as you played in the nursery
Is it fate, what's his purpose? He questions everything around, like those I lost
Do they reside in heaven or the ground?
Pleasantville dreams, but ain't shit pleasant in this town
Where one-on-ones don't exist, get your head stomped in the ground
It's hard to forget, what your memories know
Forgive and moved on, but I'm never letting it go
Forever he's told, all these people have it worse than him
But his head's long gone, all his money's perks and pins
And now he's out of work again, I guess he was a jerk to friend
Nobody
Hits my phone up, like it doesn't work and shit
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Writer(s): Lance Weidman
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