Centipede
Smoke in my chest now I cant breathe
I sense a feelin I can't read
I will not tell you what I can see
I got a baggie that's filled up with weed
Backwood a bandage when I start to bleed
I ate some acid woke up in a fever dream
Voice in my head like where do the leader be
I'm probably high as fuck
I'm probably nodding off
I'm probably reaching like right for the bottle to get me that last drop
If I can drown it out I can't hear it knock
Behind my door lie another lock
I'm with my crows popped out with the flock
You know I'm the best but I'm not tryna flaunt
I need a pretty goth bitch
I need like 10 bands quick
I need a blunt and a new fit
I'm a pull up in the damn ricks
And you know the cloak got a glow
Shit
444 in the morning
Clock ticking backwards the rain is still pouring
I light up a wood get it scorching
Look in the mirror I'm distorted
My soul on the camera recorded
Feel like a window that's boarded up
I threw my roach in the puddle what
I flipped the penny with hella luck
I stuffed an eighthy into a dutch
Look
I'm steady buzzing like nicotine
I'm getting money like every week
Shawty I'm all that you really need
Bugs on my body a centipede
Spider inside of the booth
Trust me I'm holding the truth
Follow a ghost to the fruit
I'm in my room in a mood
I'm off the shrooms letting loose
How you gon hate what I do
I jus post up with the moon
I don't smoke 1 I smoke 2
2 to a 1 to a zero
Kaboom
I sense a feelin I can't read
I will not tell you what I can see
I got a baggie that's filled up with weed
Backwood a bandage when I start to bleed
I ate some acid woke up in a fever dream
Voice in my head like where do the leader be
I'm probably high as fuck
I'm probably nodding off
I'm probably reaching like right for the bottle to get me that last drop
If I can drown it out I can't hear it knock
Behind my door lie another lock
I'm with my crows popped out with the flock
You know I'm the best but I'm not tryna flaunt
I need a pretty goth bitch
I need like 10 bands quick
I need a blunt and a new fit
I'm a pull up in the damn ricks
And you know the cloak got a glow
Shit
444 in the morning
Clock ticking backwards the rain is still pouring
I light up a wood get it scorching
Look in the mirror I'm distorted
My soul on the camera recorded
Feel like a window that's boarded up
I threw my roach in the puddle what
I flipped the penny with hella luck
I stuffed an eighthy into a dutch
Look
I'm steady buzzing like nicotine
I'm getting money like every week
Shawty I'm all that you really need
Bugs on my body a centipede
Spider inside of the booth
Trust me I'm holding the truth
Follow a ghost to the fruit
I'm in my room in a mood
I'm off the shrooms letting loose
How you gon hate what I do
I jus post up with the moon
I don't smoke 1 I smoke 2
2 to a 1 to a zero
Kaboom
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Writer(s): Maddox Sepella
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