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(Bye Coven)

How I boot up?
Pop one, take two, eat three
Stand up, fall back down cuz there’s too much in my kidney
Ugh
I’m doin’ them real drugs he sippin’ on that Pink Whitney
Fuck, I’m 
Havin’ another comedown
I need a Percocet
In me

Too many pills in my belly I’m not eatin’ food, I’m gettin’ too skinny
I’m boutta drop this bitch off
You done drank too much I don’t want you no where near me
Livin’ life on the edge too recklessly, and that shit gon' prolly kill me 
Livin’ life
Recklessly on the edge
And that shit gon’ prolly kill me

Fuck up
Fuck up
Close that mouth
Take his bitch, then kick him out
Me and November just walked in the bank
Too Ricked up and we pulled out a big amount
Benzo in me
Finna make me chill out
Benzo in me
Benzo in me
Benzo in me
I’m on the shit, shit, shit
Where am I?
Too damn high
Im seein’ in panorama

Do I know you?
So why you in my face?
With a mfuckin’ camera
I’m fuckin’ this bitch for days
Goddamn
She got so much stamina
I pull up in black and white and yo bitch said I’m cute, so I feel like a panda
I hop in the pit with the needles and get the bag
I feel like Amanda

Bitch go crush that shit down
My whole team covered in Rick now
Sick and Nauseous I need quarantine
And probably to sit down
And probably to chill out
Yuh, damn I’m startin’ to to get way too lit now
Wait, it’s happenin’ to my whole damn clique now
Groupie ass hoes is tryna come kick it now

I got too much shit inside of my bag if I get pulled over I’m doin’ the race
I got too many bitches on my back and they won’t get the fuck out my mfuckin’ face
Ok!
And ion’ even know how the fuck I do it, but I swear I always ace
This dumbass lil hoe really think I’m finna come over and chase

Too much on my plate
Too much time to waste
Rick on my feet I ain't got no lace
I been up for days
I'm inside a daze
Can’t even catch my gaze
Can’t even see straight
I pulled up to the function of course I’ma be late
You hang round m’fuckers that’s B rate
Withdrawal so I’m sorry I irate 
Yea
Why the fuck she love me so bad?
She really wan’ recreate
What a retarded ass decision
I got spikes on my wrist and my belt and they glisten
Yea, you talkin’ too much
I’m sorry babygirl but I really do not wanna listen
Pj cut me up them lines on the plate
That he just got out my kitchen

How I boot up?
Pop one, take two, eat three
Stand up, fall back down cuz there’s too much in my kidney
Ugh
I’m doin’ them real drugs he sippin’ on that Pink Whitney
Fuck, I’m 
Havin’ another comedown
I need a Percocet
In me

Too many pills in my belly I’m not eatin’ food, I’m gettin’ too skinny
I’m boutta drop this bitch off
You done drank too much I don’t want you no where near me
Livin’ life on the edge too recklessly, and that shit gon' prolly kill me 
Livin’ life
Recklessly on the edge
And that shit gon’ prolly kill me

WITHDRAWAL EMPTY STOMACH

PROD SEXADLIBS

Yea
It’s time I pop perc, yea
It’s time I pop perc, yea
It’s time I pop perc, yea
(Bye Coven)

It’s time I go work, yea
There’s blood on my shirt, yea
I’m too damn sober
You get on my nerves, yea
I got too many stimulants in me I get nervous
It’s time I pop perc, yea
It’s time I pop perc, yea

I’m tryna feel good
I’m tryna feel good
I’m tryna feel good
Yea
I’m tryna feel good
I got something in my belly that’s makin’ my organs misunderstood 
Fuck it I’m tweakin’, I’m shakin’, I’m hot, and I’m sweaty
I cut up in traffic like I’m drivin’ machete
Cut me a line so I don’t feel deadly
And she slappin’ my meat like she work at the deli
Deli, deli
Work at the deli
Yea
I take them pills on the daily
Yea
I’m finna piss on these boys, yea
I feel like R. Kelly
I’m finna beat up the puss’
Only bad bitches nah ion’ do smelly
I’m finna beat up the puss’
But I ain’t gon’ cuff you, bitch you know
My bitch she sweet n soft, like Honey Bun

Yea it’s perc time, it’s perc time
Ten milligram, ten milligram
She finna snort the bag
Crush that shit up
Into powder like sand
Yea
Use my powers on a hoe now she feinin’ for me to hold her hand
Uh
Eat a pill like chowder
Now my stomach got too many cramps
Ugh
Finna stand on these boys like a tower n they lookin’ at me n they won’t understand
Yea, Coven how you get yo shit?
Get yo shit?
Lil boy get the fuck off my ‘gram
Tell this bitch to talk to the hand
You need to chill out, you need a xan
I just, what
Popped 10 milligrams
She throwin’ butt
Want me to fuck her again
But I’m on the pill so I can’t stand
I’m in the stu for too long
So I don’t get tan
Me and November havin’ too much fun
Spendin’ rack, rack, racks on shit you can’t
Me and my bro not splittin’ no pills
Cuz we got too much and get more in advance

Ah
We got too much, we got too much
We got too much, and get more in advance
Come straight to us, straight to the doorstep
Just like Amazon van
Fuck
I crashed my bitch whip cuz I was off the mfuckin’ xan
And me and bro straight chillin’ in the crib with too many fans
Me and whole team we Nauseous as fuck
Huh, S2MS
I gotta get myself together I’m too high I look like a mess
And yo bitch, she came to my crib n immediately got undressed, heh 

It’s time I go work, yea
There’s blood on my shirt, yea
I’m too damn sober
You get on my nerves, yea
I got too many stimulants in me I get nervous
It’s time I pop perc, yea
It’s time I pop perc, yea

I’m tryna feel good
I’m tryna feel good
I’m tryna feel good
Yea
I’m tryna feel good
I got something in my belly that’s makin’ my organs misunderstood 
Fuck it I’m tweakin’, I’m shakin’, I’m hot, and I’m sweaty
I cut up in traffic like I’m drivin’ machete
Cut me a line so I don’t feel deadly
And she slappin’ my meat like she work at the deli
Deli, deli
Work at the deli
Yea
I take them pills on the daily
Yea
I’m finna piss on these boys, yea
I feel like R. Kelly
I’m finna beat up the puss’
Only bad bitches nah ion’ do smelly
I’m finna beat up

NOVEMBER PERC TIME

PROD SADIST

Check me out
And then take me down
Oh yeah, check me out
And then take me down, yea

Check me out
Take me down
Take me down
(x4)
Check me out, take me down yea
Don’t know if I want to live today
Check me out, take me down yea
Check me out, take me down yea

(Bye Coven)

Desecrate
Dismember
Would you come bring me back to the center
Fuck up my organs and leave me dismembered 
Fuck up my organs and leave me dismembered 
I’m boutta take this lil pill
I do not wanna feel real
Grab the bottle crack the seal
Grab the bottle crack the seal

I only wanna get worse
I only wanna get worse
I’m fnna hit you back, hit you back
Let me destruct myself first

Let me destruct myself first 
(x4)

Will this pill escape me from
Everything I’ve ever done
Shouldn’t have been you I should’ve been the one
Shouldn’t have been you
I should’ve been the one
Shouldn’t have been you
Shouldn’t have been you
Shouldn’t have been you
It should’ve been me
Nodding off
Can’t open my eyes when I blink
I done pushed myself past the brink
Why my reflection laugh at me
Lose my perception tragically
She throwin deception right back at me

I can’t feel
Nothing
I’m finna fill that void
With drugs
Come here and use me like toy
Toy
Until you’ve had enough

Desecrate
Dismember
Would you come bring me back to the center
Fuck up my organs and leave me dismembered 
Fuck up my organs and leave me dismembered 
I’m boutta take this lil pill
I do not wanna feel real
Grab the bottle crack the seal
Grab the bottle crack the seal

I only wanna get worse
I only wanna get worse
I’m fnna hit you back, hit you back
Let me destruct myself first

Let me destruct myself first 
(x4)

SELF DEMOLITION

BLUE BILL GREEN BILL

WAKE UP FLEX

EAT ME LIKE VORE

I BELONG TO THE GROUND

COVEN IS DEAD AND I FUCKING KILLED HIM

THUMBIN THESE BILLS

BLEED FOR THE WRONG YOUVE DONE

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