DOPE FIEND
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
(Why do I look like a dope fiend?)
(What do I look like a dope fiend?)
(Motherfuckers gon check me, yeah)
I just got a call
Like to give it raw
So I fucked his bitch
I don't even know the man
The bitch just likes the dick
Took a picture of her tits
Henny in my cup and she took nine sips
Pulled up to the crib
And, I can't tell which one is which
Took a tab and we went on a trip
Spacey lifeline
Coastal shorelines
I see her waistline
Why do I look like a dope fiend?
What do I look like? a dope fiend
Motherfuckers gon' check me
Motherfuckers gon' check me
Motherfuckers gon-
Yeah, why do I look like a dope fiend?
What do I look like? a dope fiend
Motherfuckers gotta check me
Yeah, why do I look like a-
Yeah, why do I look like a dope fiend?
What do I look like? a dope fiend
Motherfuckers gotta check me
Saturday afternoon in a contemplative mood
Might take a walk in the 'burbs
Twig on the sidewalk I picked up
I breathe in the air and look at my f-
In need to pay attention
The havoc I create is massive
My cranium in shambles
Gauging reactions
Crush up my kush and I roll up my blunt
And I do it four in a row
Hell with the lows
Sick of this strife in my soul
Driving but nowhere to go
Changing my present, changing my present
Changing my present, how?
Suicide is not the option
Motherfuckers gotta live to get some options
Changing my present, changing my present
Changing my present, how?
Suicide is not the option
Motherfuckers gotta live to get some options
(Why do I look like a dope fiend?)
(What do I look like a dope fiend?)
(Motherfuckers gon check me, yeah)
I just got a call
Like to give it raw
So I fucked his bitch
I don't even know the man
The bitch just likes the dick
Took a picture of her tits
Henny in my cup and she took nine sips
Pulled up to the crib
And, I can't tell which one is which
Took a tab and we went on a trip
Spacey lifeline
Coastal shorelines
I see her waistline
Why do I look like a dope fiend?
What do I look like? a dope fiend
Motherfuckers gon' check me
Motherfuckers gon' check me
Motherfuckers gon-
Yeah, why do I look like a dope fiend?
What do I look like? a dope fiend
Motherfuckers gotta check me
Yeah, why do I look like a-
Yeah, why do I look like a dope fiend?
What do I look like? a dope fiend
Motherfuckers gotta check me
Saturday afternoon in a contemplative mood
Might take a walk in the 'burbs
Twig on the sidewalk I picked up
I breathe in the air and look at my f-
In need to pay attention
The havoc I create is massive
My cranium in shambles
Gauging reactions
Crush up my kush and I roll up my blunt
And I do it four in a row
Hell with the lows
Sick of this strife in my soul
Driving but nowhere to go
Changing my present, changing my present
Changing my present, how?
Suicide is not the option
Motherfuckers gotta live to get some options
Changing my present, changing my present
Changing my present, how?
Suicide is not the option
Motherfuckers gotta live to get some options
Credits
Writer(s): Arth Tyagi, Trill Bill
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