ミュージックビデオ

ミュージックビデオ

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travie McCoy
Travie McCoy
Lead Vocals
Disashi Lumumba-Kasongo
Disashi Lumumba-Kasongo
Guitar
Milo Bonacci
Milo Bonacci
Guitar
Matt McGinley
Matt McGinley
Drums
Ryan Geise
Ryan Geise
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Travie McCoy
Travie McCoy
Songwriter
Matt McGinley
Matt McGinley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Doug White
Doug White
Engineer
Sie On
Sie On
Producer

歌詞

Pillmatic
Three xannies down
I'm pounding honey grounds
I'm pillmatic
The oxycontin got my stomach rotting
Pillmatic
I swear to God I'm not an addict
But I'm still at it, dag nabbit, I'm pillmatic
Thinking back on when it all started
I found pink hearts in mommy's little pocket book
And took 'em
Popping when she wasn't looking
I guess it runs in the family
I'm liable to eat any pill you randomly hand me
Save the greenery
I'm looking for them labels reading
May cause drowsiness be careful when operating machinery
Beautiful pharmaceuticals
Residue in my cuticles
Sniffing them when it's suitable
Wishing they made 'em chewable
Catch me in the source with five pills next to my name
Like fuck five mics, I want five vic' fame
If killing pain is the name of the game
Then I'm your number one draft pick
Dash quick to the closest medicine cabinet
Kill the whole bottle
Never played the role model position
I'm just living
So take 2 of these and call me in the morning
I'ma take 4 and finish this 40 'cause life's boring
Pillmatic
Three xannies down
I'm pounding honey grounds
I'm pillmatic
The oxycontin got my stomach rotting
Pillmatic
I swear to God I'm not an addict
But I'm still at it, dag nabbit, I'm pillmatic
Keep the hydro unless it's codone behind it
Never have to roam far from home to find it
Writing fake scripts like my doctor signed it
Till I spelled his last name wrong
This ain't a song for the kids like the last album
Put 'em to bed, go ahead and turn the valium up
A couple meds to ease the pain of the papercuts
The doctor says slow down, maybe later buts
40 milligrams, a 40, and I'm faded
This world is crazy so I stay medicated
Percocet, Ativan, and Klonopin
When my social lights are out
They turn them on again
I need 'em till I'm bored again
Oxycontin on juice on gin
Equals projectile wild style burner on a porcelain
Damn, you alright?!
I'ma good, I'm good..
Pillmatic
Three xannies down
I'm pounding honey grounds
I'm pillmatic
The oxycontin got my stomach rotting
Pillmatic
I swear to God I'm not an addict
But I'm still at it, dag nabbit, I'm pillmatic
Wait! the fuck are you doing?
Listen, try something like
Written by: Matthew McGinley, Travie McCoy
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