Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matthew Mullings
Rap
Majin Zyad
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DJ Reice
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Reice
Producer
Lyrics
I can't lie, homie got so high that there's angels tryna catch him
Dont ask me, its like a warzone in this room, my eyes are ashy
Dont ask me, all imparied aint a drive safe here, call a taxi
Dont ask me, I cant comprehend or recall from what has happened
Dont ask me, i think -
Ok its summertime, so no day offs
Bro got it all from the plug he pays off
Tab in my hand, gut full of napalm
RIP to the dead, im boutta takeoff
Binging myself on route to a seance
Can't let go of the chase, I'm Aaron May
Been down but not today, fade away in bliss and 808's
Ok, her parents are her plug, supplying that vodka
That's insane cuz she'll down two dozens shots, it aint a problem
Please help her, she need a hospital for her shelter
House Of Balloons, we got no elders
Shit is a movie, no projector, no director, no Sylvester
We was at Lansdowne, going to party more in Gatineau
So how could i land now? she won a few party games
Like the Grand Slam, this last ounce
I almost passed out, she drunk doing handstands
So many things in life can't be fixed, but they say these grams can
All my friends are adrenaline junkies
All my friends are adrenaline junkies
All my friends are adrenaline junkies
All my friends are adrenaline junkies
Shinra Tensei, Majin Z the motherfucking sensei
Limousine my dick with a 10 gauge
Starp, iIf these **** want an endgame
Better hold me back cause my membrane, be losing my vision
I got your bitch in this position
Me being fake is a juxtaposition
Just give me a knife and I'll do the incision
I'll cut ppl off if they swallow they pride
And can't apologize for the smallest conditions
Majin Z, he been a fucking magician
They call me Lord Babidi, newest edition
The way I use my words is like ammunition
You **** want a verse? You paying commission
Cause I do not work for free
A **** too good and that's not a hyperbole
Ok, we got so high that there's angels tryna catch me
Dont ask me, its like a warzone in this room, my eyes are ashy
Dont ask me, I cant comprehend or recall from what has happened
Dont ask me, i got too many angels now tryna catch me
Don't ask me, i think -
All my friends are adrenaline junkies
All my friends are adrenaline junkies
All my friends are adrenaline junkies
I got too many angels now tryna catch me
All my friends are adrenaline junkies
All my friends are adrenaline junkies
All my friends are adrenaline junkies
I got too many angels now tryna catch me
Written by: DJ Reice