OPIOID RAGE
Uhh lemme get, uhhh, 6 30s please
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yuh
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Fuck it, fuck it up, yuh
Geeked up off them blues but you know I can't sleep, yuh
Pull up on my opps, I'm boutta fuckin creep, yuh
Fit worth some bands, yeah you know I'm not cheap, uh
Stand out from the crowd, call me a black sheep, yuh
Feeling rage from this pill I'm boutta fuckin reap
Off this opioid rage I'm about to rampage
Fried can't contain my motherfuckin rage
Fuck this shit up when I pull up to the stage
And if you tryna fuck come meet me backstage
Wockstar Kronik, we atomic, lowkey demonic
Sippin lean, we not sippin no gin and tonic
Feel like Doc Dre back when he made The Chronic
Hear a fire beat, I hop on faster than sonic
Fast as fuck, but off these pills I'm moving slow
Spend a band on a pint of codeine, yuh, fuck a bag of blow
Pour it in a double cup with Sprite, let that lean flow
Poppin sippin, I never stop, you know I still pull up to the chop
And when that night my album drop
You gon hear them speakers pop
I pull up in a goth fit
Making all my opps quit
And you gon see that moshpit, uh
Yuh
Just popped another one
I'm boutta be so fuckin fried
Can feel this shit hitting
Can feel the rage
Can feel that opioid rage
Opioid rage
Opioid rage
Opioid rage
Opioid rage
Opioid rage
Opioid rage
Opioid rage
Opioid rage, uh
Opioid rage, uh
Opioid rage, uh
Opioid rage, uh
Opioid rage, uh
Opioid rage, uh
Opioid-
GEEKED UP OFF THAT OPIOID
RAAAGEEEEEEEEEEE!
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yuh
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Fuck it, fuck it up, yuh
Geeked up off them blues but you know I can't sleep, yuh
Pull up on my opps, I'm boutta fuckin creep, yuh
Fit worth some bands, yeah you know I'm not cheap, uh
Stand out from the crowd, call me a black sheep, yuh
Feeling rage from this pill I'm boutta fuckin reap
Off this opioid rage I'm about to rampage
Fried can't contain my motherfuckin rage
Fuck this shit up when I pull up to the stage
And if you tryna fuck come meet me backstage
Wockstar Kronik, we atomic, lowkey demonic
Sippin lean, we not sippin no gin and tonic
Feel like Doc Dre back when he made The Chronic
Hear a fire beat, I hop on faster than sonic
Fast as fuck, but off these pills I'm moving slow
Spend a band on a pint of codeine, yuh, fuck a bag of blow
Pour it in a double cup with Sprite, let that lean flow
Poppin sippin, I never stop, you know I still pull up to the chop
And when that night my album drop
You gon hear them speakers pop
I pull up in a goth fit
Making all my opps quit
And you gon see that moshpit, uh
Yuh
Just popped another one
I'm boutta be so fuckin fried
Can feel this shit hitting
Can feel the rage
Can feel that opioid rage
Opioid rage
Opioid rage
Opioid rage
Opioid rage
Opioid rage
Opioid rage
Opioid rage
Opioid rage, uh
Opioid rage, uh
Opioid rage, uh
Opioid rage, uh
Opioid rage, uh
Opioid rage, uh
Opioid-
GEEKED UP OFF THAT OPIOID
RAAAGEEEEEEEEEEE!
Credits
Writer(s): Kellie Reynolds, Kronik, Noah Kaufman
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