Burgundy

(La) y-y-y (y-y-y)
(La) y-y-y (y-y-y) la, la, la, la, la, la
You did good, $lick
La la la la (it's a smash)
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Oh, you better run boy, get those fucking legs going (ha, hahaha)
Oh, you better run boy, get those fucking legs going (ha, hahaha)
Oh, you better run boy, get those fucking legs going (ha, hahaha)
Oh, you better run boy, get those fucking legs going (ha, hahaha)
(Hahaha, ha; let's go, let's go, let's go)

I was running up the dope before the dough (North)
You can check the records
Ever since I got conscious, dying was obvious, counting down the seconds
I was left with no options, snorting Oxys off a Smith & Wesson
Body filled with narcotics, fuck the optics, bitch, next question
Smokin' like I been stressing (smoke)
Hoes tryna read me, leave 'em dyslexic (ho)
Get this weight off my chest like I'm bench pressing, ho, I'm big stepping (Wetto)
Jordan Clarkson with the Narcan
I shoot for 30 and that's with my off-hand

Walk in, they like, "Who let the dogs in?"
Kill myself 'fore I let an opp win
Bitches begging me to get toxic (uh), okay, let me go and pour a cup (uh)
Mom and dad would if they could, I ain't even mad they ain't showing up (yeah, yeah)
Thinking 'bout it got me choking up, if I love her, time to blow it up (skrrt)
Pop on some Percs 'til I'm throwin' up (ha)
Then refresh on X like I'm scrolling up (ha, ha, ha)
Yeah, I got some wounds that ain't closing up (let's go)
Cuts on my body, no toning up (let's go)
Ghost that there ain't no disposing of (let's go, let's go, ay, ay)

Emotionless, but the dose is up (let's get it)
Fuck affection, I don't cozy up
You in my house, and that's close enough (shit)
I got problems with trust, I got problems with lust
Bitch, that's powder, not dust (uh)
Whole gang brain fucked (oh)
G59, we the cult (ah-oh)
They ain't nothing like us (grey)
They say, "Huh?" I say, "What?"
I drink 'Tuss, they drink nut (rrah)

They all pussies, get touched
Turn an opp to a slut
Turn his block to a blunt (ah, yeah)
Watch my dog, he got flushed
Looking at his first dead body (fuck)
Life too painful and the game will change you
Have you saying, "Fuck everybody"
I don't give a fuck what they hear about me
Got a couple killers including Dre around me
Better think twice 'fore you play around me

Got more guns on me than a red county
Copped the Porsche 911, now I'm gettin' randomly selected (what the fuck?)
Search for drugs and bombs and weapons
Wait a second (huh?), no need for aggression (nope)
Just a common misconception bettin' that they'll threaten my profession (prolly)
Their perception of who I am won't make me question who I am, damn
Rose gold and morganite lookin' like a suicidal gesture (ooh)
Knocked her ex-boyfriend the fuck out, just so I could impress her (fuck him)
Just so I could undress her (yeah)
Now I'm paying for the fall semester (God damn)

Told her to call me professor, after winter break, I'ma hand her off to my successor
Strive for the greater and never the lesser (uh)
Me and $crim made it without an investor (uh)
Yeah, we survived suicidal adventures (uh)
Made a pact that we would never surrender (huh?)
Never surrender (say it again)
Made a pact that we would never surrender
Selling my soul to my dreams and my goals, but I won't ever stop until I'm on the stretcher
There's a demon in me, and I think it might've overstayed its welcome (uhh)
There's a demon in me, and it's helping me to reach a state of bedlam (uh-oh)

Snorting these pills like I'm trying to smell them (ay)
I'm declarin' war on my cerebellum (ay)
My worst enemy is the version of me that I can't even fucking remember (ay, ay, ay)
Uh, yeah
Ruby been destined for the looney bin
Round my finger, the uzi spins
While I'm chugging some bougie gin, lose or win
I'm never slowing down like, we losin' wind, I'm grooming them for death
'Cause my lifestyle will have you choosin' limbs, the moon is dim

Tonight, I'll have to remain locked up in my tomb again
Took too many Xans, I started asking, "Who is $crim?"
The knot is loose again
Someone tied the noose too thin
Living life like pulling teeth, I'll die with a toothless grin

(Oh, you better run boy, get those fucking legs going)
(Oh, you better run boy, get those fucking legs going)
(Oh, you better run boy, get those fucking legs going)
(Oh, you better run boy, get those fucking legs going)
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