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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Micahel Booker Boston
Micahel Booker Boston
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gino Bambino
Gino Bambino
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Demons in the double cup Couldn't give a subtle fuck I don't gotta smoke when the truth get blunt enough If she two faced, they both gon' suck Gave it all away, I don't hold no love Since bein' nice don't make a check I been doin' more and I'm sayin' less Pray to the Lord as I take a breath And then put these drugs in my tainted head Sittin high in this stitch of time Kiss the sky with my twisted mind Chill with God, just him and I He told me die to live or just live to die Some love, some hate Some run, some stay You can face that blunt, but can you face that change? Ya made me love then ya made me pain Might lose my brain like JFK Count up my shadows and take em to battle Goin' to war over shit that don't matter I'm sick of the pattern I'm sick of the average I'm sick of the voices that really just chatter They adequate Admit that I had to quit They hated I'm back to it With harder than average shit So I'm getting faded, I'm posted like statuses Fuck all these promises I'm like fuck all of it Open the void and I'll fall in it Now that I thought of it You be my compliment We be attractin' like opposites Got no idea where my conscience is Blacked out Fightin' old ways never back down So dope it could be a whole trap house Used to make meals Used to pay bills with a half ounce So it's all real, can't back out I don't need connection to download your personality I don't need connection, eat that pussy for the calories Fall for you, no gravity Just hopin' somethin' catches me That pain inside your daiquiri just gave you that audacity Said it gave you that audacity Aye I don't need connection to download your personality I don't need connection, eat that pussy for the calories Live it like my last fuck the world Kamasutra Every saint has a past, every sinner has a future But it's only when ya pass do they say they wish they knew ya Halle-lujah What's it to ya? I'm gettin' blown like a hookah And stoned like I looked at Medusa Head going round like a hula Now I'm feelin' too up Lost in my head like this shit be Bermuda Hopin' that this give you that peace like it's Buddha What are we really without all the mula man? I'm like I'm like I'm like I'm like Fuck all the clout watch me do It in person My bitch a freak she belong in the circus Look in her eyes and see under the surface Under that smile, I know you be burnin' Give her my shoulders for all of her burdens She gettin' mad cause it's death what I flirt with And She know the words to like all of my versus All of my verses Got me Wordless Speechless Words with reason My Lil angel, turin demons Turn to Jesus Burkins Pieces My Lil baby turn facetious Takin' my kindness as weakness But when I feel broken you pick up the pieces And put em together Under the weather but I'm doin' better Mixin the pain with my pleasure Yeah Yeah Yeah I don't need connection to download your personality I don't need connection, eat that pussy for the calories Fall for you no gravity Just hopin' somethin' catches me That pain inside your daiquiri just gave you that audacity Said it gave you that audacity I don't need connection to download your personality I don't need connection, eat that pussy for the calories Yeah Aye
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