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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zane Smith
Zane Smith
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Philip Larry Mincey
Philip Larry Mincey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Petrofsky Beats
Petrofsky Beats
Producer
Rayshaun "Mac" McIntosh
Rayshaun "Mac" McIntosh
Recording Engineer
Kori Anders
Kori Anders
Mixing Engineer
Kenny Mixx
Kenny Mixx
Mastering Engineer
Recorded Mixed & Mastered at Patchwerk Recording Studios - Atlanta GA.
Recorded Mixed & Mastered at Patchwerk Recording Studios - Atlanta GA.
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Lyrics

What's in my cup, ask me what I'm sippin Look me in eyes, you can tell I'm tippin What's in that blunt, tell me what you rollin You be getting high, yeah I know you be smokin What's in my cup, ask me what I'm sippin Look me in eyes, you can tell I'm tippin What's in that blunt, tell me what you rollin You be getting high, yeah I know you be smokin Some for you, some for me, pouring drink off in my cup I'm drinking, you smoking, you rolling, so gone spark it up I had a long day, but tonight we live it up Party like no tomorrow, drowning in all of my sorrows Put my pain in that bottle, tryna forget my problems Feeling good right now, but it'll hit me by tomorrow Been feelin kinda low, think I need me a lift and I'm sippin, tippin, and trippin, kick it, eating, or chillin See I be spending time, tryna get up out my mind Tryna get up out my head, yet and still, I feel confined I'm tryna be carefree, problems obsolete But when I come down, it's back to being me What's in my cup, ask me what I'm sippin Look me in eyes, you can tell I'm tippin What's in that blunt, tell me what you rollin You be getting high, yeah I know you be smokin What's in my cup, ask me what I'm sippin Look me in eyes, you can tell I'm tippin What's in that blunt, tell me what you rollin You be getting high, yeah I know you be smokin I mean we all got problems, I mean we all got vices Facing, running, and fighting whatever got us in tight grip Take this, it might just relieve yo stress Free yo mind, clear yo chest, put yo body at rest But the longer I drink, I think, this ain't no better Gotta come down soon, I can't stay lifted forever Oh no, not me, this ain't how I thought life would be Tryna fill these voids cause my life's incomplete Maybe I should stop drinkin, sippin, tippin on liquor Face my problems head on, get in touch with my spirit But the world is cold, sometime I don't wanna fill it But that's the life we living, so I gotta deal with it What's in my cup, ask me what I'm sippin Look me in eyes, you can tell I'm tippin What's in that blunt, tell me what you rollin You be getting high, yeah I know you be smokin What's in my cup, ask me what I'm sippin Look me in eyes, you can tell I'm tippin What's in that blunt, tell me what you rollin You be getting high, yeah I know you be smokin
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