Wet Brain

Double drop Xany' And a perc' in the mornin' Why the fuck not? This life is too boring I ain't keeping score Keep the codeine poring Take me to the store It's the forty oz. glory Gacked out Smacked out Give me something that will floor me This is just another morphine story Jonny was a wet brain Left lane Type of life Ride until you die Roll the die Spin the chamber twice Redline till' the tail pipe spits fire Slow your ass down Or you'll get hit with The Red Dot We got a room full of rowdy muthafuckas' Sit back I promise I'll vacate The pills Have vacated The brain can not hold it No more sweats I'm cold And it's pouring A few more codeine Might control it Three crows So low Fuckin' immortal Gimme some mo' Lookin' up Hollerin' up God did not show up Wetter the brain Wetter than rain Let me go Feel it no more Losin' all sense of the world Flatline Fuck I'm overdosin' I don't wanna live The road less traveled I will end it all In downward spiral I'm the king of blood Forget the titles I will end it all In downward spiral So I'm slurrin' words and I got a foggy brain Smoke stacked Pills racked Blowback Bloody nose Taste the drip it stings it brings me back to life again Foamed up with a styrofoam cup Fizzy lil purple pop Twist my stomach up Sippin' til I'm throwin' up Excuse me while I fuck it up Twisted boys We here to let the heathens run a muck Kids with slomo' and a mix of promo Fuckin' up their dome Wet brain syndrome