
Date of issue: 10.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
O Pana! |
OxyContin, some Lortabs |
Crush it up |
Hit the blunt, hit the blunt |
Crush it up |
OxyContin, some Lortabs |
Crush it up |
Hit the blunt, hit the blunt |
Crush it up |
OxyContin, some Lortabs |
Crush it up |
Hit the blunt, hit the blunt |
Crush it up |
Uh, wake up with an ache that fades, pop two pills with Gatorade |
'Round my neck hang gator fangs |
Might reveal more at a later date (Hit the blunt) |
But I don’t know |
Yung $now kind of go with the flow |
Bring a ho backstage, tell her, «tell me everything you know about life» |
—then I bounce |
Roxy hitting hard, feeling fucking sick |
(Hit the blunt) |
Have to smoke a half an ounce just to balance it out |
Ruby backing out |
Ruby blacking out |
Falling fucking deeper, I think Ruby cashing out |
Grass is always greener when the grave is lacking crowds |
Look who’s laughing now |
(Hit the blunt) |
An audience crackin' up, you can let the curtains down now, yuh |
(Crush it up) |
I wallow in sorrow, ain’t no tomorrow |
Missed a call from $lick, I woke up in a gown, how? |
(Hit the blunt) |
I just bought ten Roxy’s, call up Oddy then I- (Crush it up) |
Chronic laced with something, I’m like «Fuck it», let me- (Hit the blunt) |
Rolling down your block, it ain’t shit for the set to- (Crush it up) |
Told that bitch, «Get out my ear» |
She need to chill and- (Hit the blunt) |
Xanax bars up in my drink, before I pour 'em (Crush it up) |
We never fuck with you, fuckboy |
Don’t act like you can- (Hit the blunt) |
Take that motherfucking bat upside your skull and- (Crush it Up) |
So full of them drugs, I might throw up |
I knew I shouldn’t have- (Hit the blunt) |
OxyContin, some Lortabs |
Crush it up |
Hit the blunt, hit the blunt |
C-C-C-C-Crush it |
OxyContin, some Lortabs |
Crush it up |
Hit the blunt, hit the blunt |
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