Dark Passenger
Midnight
Rolled up
Poured me another one
Still ain't get around to finishing
The other other ones
Trouble son
Third time a charm
Feeling troublesome
Chase while money run
Spotify algorithm
Gives no pot to piss in
I'll get pissy still
Even if I lack listens
I can lie all I want
Getting bent's my decision
Don't chose how we die
But chose how we live
Lately the lines intertwine
As the trees and the wine
Bring me close to divine
And the notepad's open
Devotion to my vices
I'm loyal like this
They grip me even tighter
While I write this
The gas living in my lungs
Resembles nitrous
Despite this
Mr. Hen dog you are invited
The countdown to my demise
Isn't private
Mingle in
Shortly after brains sizzling
Sharp bars like I went hunting ogres at night par
Concepts taking several listens to digest
Meanwhile
My temple crumbles
Yet the stomach rumbles
To keep it humble
A major bumble
Running through the industry clean
Without a fumble
A game of pickup
Would get me right if I slip up
Foot on the dash
As I drive no tags
Just a butterfly
In the rear window
Nigga
Fuck them other guys
Fuck them other guys
Rolled up
Poured me another one
Still ain't get around to finishing
The other other ones
Trouble son
Third time a charm
Feeling troublesome
Chase while money run
Spotify algorithm
Gives no pot to piss in
I'll get pissy still
Even if I lack listens
I can lie all I want
Getting bent's my decision
Don't chose how we die
But chose how we live
Lately the lines intertwine
As the trees and the wine
Bring me close to divine
And the notepad's open
Devotion to my vices
I'm loyal like this
They grip me even tighter
While I write this
The gas living in my lungs
Resembles nitrous
Despite this
Mr. Hen dog you are invited
The countdown to my demise
Isn't private
Mingle in
Shortly after brains sizzling
Sharp bars like I went hunting ogres at night par
Concepts taking several listens to digest
Meanwhile
My temple crumbles
Yet the stomach rumbles
To keep it humble
A major bumble
Running through the industry clean
Without a fumble
A game of pickup
Would get me right if I slip up
Foot on the dash
As I drive no tags
Just a butterfly
In the rear window
Nigga
Fuck them other guys
Fuck them other guys
Credits
Writer(s): Laurence Ekperigin
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