
Date of issue: 21.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Duck Down, Showoff
Song language: English
Drunk & High |
I know dudes that catch your body like a stage dive |
Cross over, move the work like they A. I |
Wolf on wall street, get high on bass side |
Still drinking tiger bone like consistently |
I’m still smelling like weed shopping at Tiffany’s |
I don’t commit no problems, I just had an epiphany |
I used to fuck a Spanish bitch and her friend bad |
And when she went to work I got some friend head |
I never asked about her man cause he been dead |
You see I still communicate through a star text |
Star Trek, flip phone, I eject |
The process, focus on the project |
Yeah, so they was humble when they broke |
But now they getting rap money acting like it’s dope |
I remember when you sold soap acting like it’s gold |
You niggas’ll sell your souls just to sell records |
Niggas robbed you then sold back your necklace |
Throw you off the roof, niggas living reckless |
It’s cause |
My lungs might go black, I stand from the Pakistan |
Afghani kush, Amsterdam, packing jam |
Throw a drink in my palm like it’s my catcher’s hand |
I take a hundred shots then I throw up in the street |
Drink Champs, drink Lager on the beach |
Fortunate alcoholic, Gucci wallet is brolic |
Gin and Tonic, Vodka, cranberry, getting bodied |
Marijuana, purp, 30 Xannies and them Oxy’s |
Mix a Klonopin pill with a shot of Brigade |
I drive drunk home, Jesus take the wheel from me |
Save my soul, the one that Satan trying to steal from me |
I get drunk ‘til everything sound real funny |
My still stomach only thing to kill or steal from me |
I be wilding in the club like I’m still 20 |
Wilding out, getting locked, who got some bail for me? |
Shit fuck it, show up |
Always I sip some shit, lyrics that lick his ears |
Anonymous, we’re syndicate, drink Champs in this bitch |
Give me a fifth of Rémy Martin, nigga |
Nuh-uh, you don’t want no fucking problem, nigga |
‘Bout time me and compadres went all day |
With models to this motel, now we’re seeing the world sideways |
Pissing alleys and hallways, you be spitting that blaze |
We be spitting the John Blaze, please give me besos mami |
Can see the preacher Sundays, saturday was a blur |
A bunch of bottles and bitches holla if this is your |
Prefered type of weekend on the world tour thinking |
With Q-Tip, Phife D, Young G, Alisha E and |
Skeet, skeeting like it’s 1993 again |
Might just hit the tree again, will we ever see you in |
Show off CNN? |
Focus like the poachers |
I’m tipsy off the potion, mixing absent devotion |
To the Henny minus Coke’ll leave you slained like homie from La Nostra |
Straight, no chaser with the soda, word up |
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Artist lyrics: Statik Selektah
Artist lyrics: Noreaga
Artist lyrics: Termanology
Artist lyrics: Reks