Burgundy

Y-y-y (Y-y-y)
Y-y-y (Y-y-y)
You did good, $lick
La-la-la-la (It's a smash)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
(Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha, ha-ha-ha, ha, ha-ha-ha, 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 (Get the fuck outta here)
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 thirty and that's with my off-hand
Walk in, they like, "Who let the dogs in?"
Kill myself before I let an opp win
Bitches begging me to get toxic
Okay, let me go and pour a cup
Mom and dad would if they could
I ain't even mad they ain't showing up

Thinking 'bout it got me choking up
If I love her, time to blow it up
Pop on some Percs 'til I'm throwin' up
Then refresh on X like I'm scrolling up
Yeah, I got some wounds that ain't closing up (Let's get it)
Cuts on my body, no toning up (Let's get it)
Ghost that there ain't no disposing of (Let's go, let's go, ayy, ayy)
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

I got problems with trust
I got problems with lust
Bitch, that's powder, not dust
Whole gang brain fucked
G59, we the cult
They ain't nothing like us (Grey)
They say, "Huh?" I say, "What?"
I drink 'Tuss, they drink nut

They all pussies, get touched
Turn an opp to a slut
Turn his block to a blunt
Watch my dog, he got flushed
Looking at his first dead body
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?)
Searched 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
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)
I 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
Me and $crim made it without an investor
Yeah, we survived suicidal adventures
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
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
I'm declarin' war on my cerebellum (Ayy)
My worst enemy is the version of me that I can't even fucking remember
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
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

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la



Credits
Writer(s): Scott Arceneaux Jr., Aristos Petrou
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