Lyrics Drmn - SPARK MASTER TAPE

Drmn

Uhh, uh
PAPER, (Swoouuupp)
I’m been off this henny and this gas, am I trippin?
I’m DRMN, DRMN wit my eyes open
I’m DRMN, DRMN wit my eyes open
I’m DRMN, DRMN wit my eyes open
I’m DRMN, DRMN wit my eyes open
I keep my wrist kkold, wrist kkold
This pistol shoot missle, missile
I don’t even really miss hoes
Big home with a fist full, rip smoke
Pop smoke, lost in the pot smoke
2 years in a penn so I lost hope
Sold weed in the penn till I got coke
Sold coke in the penn till my block brokke
Broke bricks with my piece till they got hope
Kkame back to the ghetto
Wit a ghetto set of wingz like a cockroach
Fresh beef by the mass like Costcos
Fresh cream buy a mask at Costcos
Fake Billie jean for the mic fiends from the Philippines
Crooked seams but they really cheap
Fake Robin’s and the BEBE Jean
Lab diamonds from the eastern part of the western part
Of the west indies
I’m trippin out
I’m DRMN, DRMN wit my eyes open
I’m DRMN, DRMN wit my eyes open
I’m DRMN, DRMN wit my eyes open
I’m DRMN, DRMN wit my eyes open
I keep my wrist kkold, wrist kkold
And this pistol, as you miss hoes
Its misslles that don’t miss hoes
Big home with a fist full
Rip smoke, Pop Smoke, lost in the pot smoke, God knows
You know God always goin for the real ones
R.I.P lil
And my brother
Course its MC, yeah
I’m gettin sloppy H-E-A-D from a shawty in my benz
Hey this D-I-cock I-S
At least 9 inches or 10
Ima fuckk that pussy up until I’m high of X
I’m in the middle of Wuhan (What?)
With a boombox bumpin that Wutang (Yea)
You don’t wanna get kickked with that Liu Kang (put em up)
Run away with ya bitch and a new plan
Packk weight till the backk of the coupe slamm
In the coupe, pack gats like a tin can
Matter fact where fag with food stamp
Ima hide by myself where my food at, yea
Course its MC, yeah
Gettin sloppy H E A D from a shawty in my benz
I’m DRMN, DRMN wit my eyes open
I’m DRMN, DRMN wit my eyes open
I’m DRMN, DRMN wit my eyes open
I’m DRMN, DRMN wit my eyes open