Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Coffee, artist - Cult of The Damned. Album song Part Deux: Brick Pelican Posse Crew Gang Syndicate, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопCoffee |
| You’ll know who I am when i’m smokin' again |
| I roll with the fam, Cult of the Damned |
| Roll like a dan cause I am |
| Puff, puff, pass get smoked we can mack |
| Caught in a jam I’m recordin' a cam |
| Don’t ever try to talk like you’re gang |
| Caught in a jam i’m recordin' a cam |
| Don’t ever try to talk like you’re gang |
| I self medicate |
| Henny straight down the hatch |
| King of trash on a mountain counts countin' stacks |
| Drunken rebel cold sag gold champ runnin' medal |
| Ignant ill shit, hit to kill shit |
| Don’t fuck around with Bill’s shit, that real shit |
| You won’t be rollin' over with your wheels clipped |
| Trees grow, from here to Heathrow |
| Green folk, free smoke |
| Catch a shot through the peep hole |
| Clouded mind, deranged thought tank, fuck |
| Heavy rain, false rain storm |
| Break laws |
| Plowed through bare doors |
| Hit the floor, pass a pair of sores |
| No one gets hurt except Mary Jane Doe |
| Dragon breath smash your sket |
| Leave the sesh with half a head |
| Hidin' legs |
| Pass gym addicts with sniff habits |
| Blabbin’s listener, planet shifter |
| Walkin' alone |
| Pourin' patron in me orbital bone |
| You’ll know who I am when i’m smokin' again |
| I roll with the fam, Cult of the Damned |
| Roll like a dan cause I am |
| Puff, puff, pass get smoked we can mack |
| Caught in a jam I’m recordin' a cam |
| Don’t ever try to talk like you’re gang |
| Get caught in a jam i’m recordin' a cam |
| Don’t ever try to talk like you’re gang |
| Shakin' the tree of life until me brain becomes unsnagged |
| A good son slash scumbag, thrown' broken bottles at a punch bag |
| Eatin' me munch like someone’s tryna steal it |
| Approach the future like Simon Phoenix |
| Old school of thought, skippin' classes |
| Like everything’s molasses |
| Seein' life through these wilted rose tinted glasses |
| But either way I seize the day |
| Crisis loan for dro, EMA for E&J |
| Clutching me stomach like Strike from Clockers |
| But I don’t like the doctors |
| We make that type of music that you can’t find |
| Watching signed daytime TV at nighttime half blind |
| Seek repentance for sins I have yet to commit |
| Parked up at Starbucks gettin' head in the whip |
| 97' purple Ford |
| I’ve got nothin' but tracky clad skeletons in me wardrobe |
| Sweg |
| Yeah, and all these Twinkies on my neck gave me a cold heart |
| I’m on a frenzy treat the Bentley like a go-cart |
| Drivin' so fast you couldn’t see me go past |
| In my own class, shinin' in my glow stance |
| Don’t ask, yeah you know who I am |
| Upside down cross, and holes in my hands |
| 616 Devil Gang got some stuff on him |
| Miley Cyrus on me, release the doves on him |
| Dressed in all white, i’m sniffin pure white |
| Yeah I’ve been up all night, but i’m feelin alright |
| Porch light thats why the grass is lookin' greener |
| Parkin' up my Beamer steamin' sparkin' up sativa |
| Come party with the demons |
| Growing weed in the same garden I had Eve in |
| You don’t know me from Adam but now were even |
| So how you feelin'? |
| It’s like love without a feelin' |
Artist lyrics: Cult of The Damned
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