Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chemical, artist - Sam LachowDate of issue: 30.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Chemical |
| How many times will I say I’m done today |
| How many packs to bust down before the dopes out again |
| I need to come down |
| WOAH, I got the key and the lock |
| AYE, I am a drugdealer dream |
| WHOOP Call me the cream of crop |
| WHOOP call me the re to the rock |
| Why not if the money is good then nobody ever gotta go home |
| Gotta table full of bags an enabler in a mask we pretending we ain’t outa |
| control |
| We just laughin wit our people |
| Tryin somethin lethal |
| Man I’ll be damned if the drugs ain’t evil |
| All in my cerebral, can’t get enough of the real shit |
| Hanging with the big boys tryna feel big |
| Take the residue off of the glass plate |
| Clear it, scoop the last of it, smear it |
| I don’t recommend a soul to stay near it |
| Experience years of it and learned some thangs |
| You wanna dabble wit perks of fame |
| But you playin wit a burnin flame |
| Perks and Caine, and worse ill be the first person |
| To urge you to turn away |
| I can’t drink without cravin yay |
| And that’ll have me staying awake for three days |
| I can’t come down without poppin a xan |
| And the next day I’m gone repeat the whole thing |
| For now I |
| I, count money that we me made on a Friday |
| Hide the rest of the dope from the dope fiends |
| Not me though, I’m a bandito |
| Going in and out of my mind |
| I say |
| Lights please, turn off the lights |
| I don’t want to see what time it is |
| I don’t want to see tomorrow morning |
| And I don’t want the sun to rise |
| Bridge |
| La da da da |
| You people are not my friends |
| Why do I keep letting you in |
| La da da da |
| Why are they around when im down |
| They won’t be there when it counts |
| For every gram every ounce every any amount |
| How much a real one weigh |
| How much real one weigh |
| How much a real one cost when its not paid |
| God mode nacho hide me from the blanco |
| Ridin on that white horse drafted to the Broncos |
| Sniffin like im pablo got it from the vatos |
| Locos coco broke hoes and popo’s |
| Ochos, 8 balls, uh ohs and no no’s |
| Every time i wake up nach is with a broke nose |
| Red nose like bozo homeless like hobos |
| Success was so close it sucks yes the utmost |
| Outro |
| Come down down down down down |
| There are many of us ready to get out out out |
| When the clock sounds loud in the safe house how |
| Are you supposed to know how many days you been out |
| Theres a pain in the sound out your mouth, chemical |
| The pain is chemical, the remedy is chemical |
| Ooh woah woah woah |