Lyrics

Pull up with some bullets in my brain to the party I be looking like i'm sober Yeah I be looking big time chill Waking up from the coffin, I finna feel social No cap, thought that you could stab me in the back I'll put your DNA in a bag bro Blowback, blood splatters from the belly Drop the body, bring it up the hill and pack it in my space shuttle I don't wanna pay no bills, should I live off-grid? Should I be creeping to the top the old pyramids No I don't wanna be the bitch of a dumb system Or a product of a race inferior to all things so Put a mask on, Hide the pain (Pain killer) I'm the burden of the hall of fame (Main pillar) Drink a twelve in less than couple seconds (Been better) Let the birdie go out of its cage Another drop full of pheromones, in love with the styrofoam When it's purple on the top, sike I aint sipping on a cup but I might drink on your blood Then ima eat your fake ice Pull up with some bullets in my brain to the party I be looking like i'm sober Yeah I be looking big time chill Waking up from the coffin, I finna feel social No cap, thought that you could stab me in the back I'll put your DNA in a bag bro Blowback, blood splatters from the belly Drop the body, bring it up the hill and pack it in my space shuttle
Writer(s): Tristan Lafleur-sabourin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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