Fuck tellin' stories, Imma make one

Lyrics: 

I'm sorry mom, I've been poppin' all these pills 
Bacardi rum, my doctor tellin' me it kills 
I done fucked up, fucked my lungs up
Sorry mom, smoke enough to fill a dump truck 

And I done fucked up in a lot of ways (I done fucked up)
And I fucked up a lot of people's days (Fucked up)
You wanna find out, you wanna try me? 
I blow your mind out with the thing I keep beside me 

It's at this point I can't decide 
What is wrong? What is right? 
All these fuckers wanna fight (All these fuckers wanna fight)
Till I pull out my .45 (Till I pull out my .45)
Then all the pussies run and hide (Then all the pussies run and hide)

Keep a .45 magnum, it'll turn ya to red mist 
Tell my brodie to bag 'em, scratch 'em off of the check list 
Lately I'm feelin reckless, pop an addy for breakfast 
I've been staying fucked up while I'm stacking my bread, bitch 

And I done fucked up in a lot of ways 
And I fucked up a lot of people's days 
You wanna find out, you wanna try me? 
I blow your mind out with the thing I keep beside me 

I've been poppin' all these pills 
My doctor tellin' me it kills 
Fucked my lungs up
Smoke enough to fill a dump truck 

I'm sorry mom, I've been poppin' all these pills 
Bacardi rum, my doctor tellin' me it kills 
I done fucked up, fucked my lungs up
Sorry mom, smoke enough to fill a dump truck 

..............

Yeah, I done, I done fucked up... 

And I done fucked up in a lot of ways (I done fucked up)
And I fucked up a lot of people's days (Fucked up)
You wanna find out, you wanna try me? 
I blow your mind out with the thing I keep beside me 

It's at this point I can't decide 
What is wrong? What is right? 
All these fuckers wanna fight (All these fuckers wanna fight)
Till I pull out my .45 (Till I pull out my .45)
Then all the pussies run and hide (Then all the pussies run and hide)

Keep a .45 magnum, it'll turn ya to red mist 
Tell my brodie to bag 'em, scratch 'em off of the check list 
Lately I'm feelin reckless, pop an addy for breakfast 
I've been staying fucked up while I'm stacking my bread, bitch 

(I'm sorry mom, I've been poppin' all these pills 
Bacardi rum, my doctor tellin' me it kills 
I done fucked up, fucked my lungs up
Sorry mom, smoke enough to fill a dump truck)

Check List

I used to think that getting fucked up all the time was funny. Next thing you know I'm a fucked up druggie. 

Lyrics: 

(Alcoholism..... That's my own prison) 

Yeah, yeah 
It's like a prison 
Uh, yeah yeah 

Bridge
Coochie sequential, they all line up for me
Pussy torrential, I might drown in the stream 
Snitches ain't drinkin but be spillin the tea All of your bitchin I'm itchin solicit villainous deeds 

Now let me explain this, 1-2-3 
Simpily grab one gun
Secondly, pick some one 
Number three, just pull and squeeze 

Chorus
I rememeber the days of rehabilitation 
I made friends (I made friends)
I wouldn't trade em for the world 
Think it came from overthinking bout a girl 

Verse 
Shout out the real one's, Raabi and Briar 
See love in his eyes when he walk by her 
Reminds me of times that were brighter 
I think I'll be fine if I got my supplier 

Yeah, this man stick to your side like a Briar plant, uh
Snorting adderrall got me fucking wired man (snort)
Briar is wild, man! (yuh) 

Ok maybe a little, he may keep a Draco 
Tucked in the waist tho, don't be an ass hole 
This fucking rascal, look at your face bone 
Left on the asphalt, you shoulda stayed home 

Now you a ragdoll, all I do is spitball 
Every single track, this all is trippin in the pitfalls of the fuckin sick fog clouding up my thick skull 
I just want a thicc thot suckin on my dick hole 

Bridge
Coochie sequential, they all line up for me
Pussy torrential, I might drown in the stream 
Snitches ain't drinkin but be spillin the tea All of your bitchin I'm itchin solicit villainous deeds 

Now let me explain this, 1-2-3 
Simpily grab one gun
Secondly, pick some one 
Number three, just pull and squeeze 

Chorus
I rememeber the days of rehabilitation 
I made friends (I made friends)
I wouldn't trade em for the world 
Think it came from overthinking bout a girl 

(I made friends)
(Alcoholism.....) 
(I wouldn't trade em for the world) 
(That's my own prison) 

Rehab Needs Weed

Gloomy Sunday (Cover)

What about mouthwash? -Trevor Moore

Intro 
Well, one night I was feeling lonesome. 
All alone, nothing to do... 
So I headed over to that there saloon. 
Walked in, looked at the bartender. 
He looked me dead in the eye, and I made my way up.
"Double shot of Bacardi, no chase".
Hand him a $20 and I head over to the table. 
"Texas Hold'em?" I ask. They give me the side eye. 
I take a seat, "Buy-in's $20".
"That won't be a problem," I throw a $20 bill down on the table. 
"We don't take that here..." 
"Excuse me?" 
"Git the fuck outa heaa!" 
Put my hand on my holster, I say two fucking words. 
"Make me." 

Verse 1
Fucking make me, duck and spray three 
At your homie, hit the dome piece (Bop)
Now it's a 2v1, got two guns, moving behind booths and abuse the panic induced 
Record time reload, second guy peeks so 
All I needed was a motherfucking shot and y'all be giving me a heap load 
One shot and I cut off his scalp remotely, he slowly slumped over 
I believe there's one guy left over 
Don't you try to leave, I won't let you surrender (surrender, surrender) 

Then he hops up, with his hands up 
So I aim quick, all you hear 'BRAP' 
That's a head shot, then that man drops 
In his fucking last spot 

All the blood fills around him 
Surrounding his fountain of blood fill his lungs 
Now its drowning him (is drowning him) 

While he drowns in his blood 
Then I go grab a mug 
And I grab up a bottle 
And fill that shit up! 
(Yeah, that's that good shit) 

Bridge 
Well, after sitting there and drinking my whiskey, outa that big ol' mug. 
Must have drank about, I don't know, eight or nine shots? 
Then the law starts coming, and I know how to deal with them... 
So I go ahead behind the bar and grab the fucking shotgun. 


Verse 2
Come at me cops, you hear it cock? 
I'm a crazy motherfucker 
When I'm snorting on that rock
One after another they all run into my shots 
Then I duck for cover, switching clips, you hear 'em drop
I kill with no hesitation, have you wonder where your face went 
In the same place that your brain went it's all sprayed out on the pavement 

The amphetamines in my system are assisting me in my resisting of the enemies I be hitting with .223 ammunition 

Walk out the doors, hop on my horse 
Don't see no more cops I suppose they don't wanna talk any more 

Unscrew my flask and I chug down my last 
Infinite redose bitch I never crash 

And honestly I didn't mind it they wanted a problem and knew where to find it 
I ain't out looking for trouble or violence I won't lie though I've been waiting on someone to come up and try it

Outro
Well, that's the story of that night in that saloon,
And those three angry poker players didn't want me to playa game with them
The law happened to get involved
I had to skip town after that, change my name
Stupid motherfuckers
Worth it though (Yee haw!)

Doubleshot

(Jared)
Just popped a xan, I think I'm the fucking man 

Feel the need for amphetamines, 
At the door gotta let em in 
Pressed with fentanyl, getting death involved 
Poppin sticks, hit or miss. If they fake, does it matter? 

I'm just popping Jacob's ladders 
Every morning wake up sadder 
Try to self reflect, I think I'm shattered 

Pass the, pass the, pass the fucking blunt 
Stress me out, rile me up 
Going grey in my 20s, fuck... 

(Luke)
Question my intentions and my drive 
Leave all the bullshit aside, they don't know what's bottled inside 
I get in my ride and I just try and clear my mind
Cuz I'm just counting what I'm feeling inside, sometimes 
Acid and weed got me floating by the ocean 

Like why you always mention my worst intentions 
Forget I mentioned that I'd go to war for you 

Forget, forget, mention 
For-forget to-
Go together like anxiety and tension 

My girl always like why you fucking fussin
Wear your heart on my sleeve like my bracelet 
Let's face it, we could face it 

(Jared)
Pass the fucking blunt 
Stress me out, rile me up 
Going grey in my 20s, fuck... 
Pass the fucking blunt 
Stress me out, rile me up 
(we could face it) 
Going grey in my 20s, fuck... 

I'm going to get rid of these tough fucking thought processes, I've got these 
Running through my head constantly 
Need to rid myself of these demons, I need Constantine 

Addy got my nose runny 
Fetty rot my dome, money 
Keep me on the road, then we
Ridin high, with the dough on me 

Rollin 20 deep with the tommy, yeah I got one
Cruising with the tommy, yeah, that one my top gun 
Squeeze it and I drop one, you gon need a mop, son 
His homie running, all he heard was BRAPP when I dropped him 

(Luke)
My girl always like why you fucking fussin
Wear your heart on my sleeve like my bracelet 
Let's face it, we could face it 

(Jared)
Xanax, xanax, xanax pressed with Fentanyl
Getting death involved 
Poppin sticks, hit or miss. If they fake, does it matter? 

I'm just popping Jacob's ladders 
Every morning wake up sadder
Try to self reflect, I think I'm shattered 

Pressed with fentanyl, getting death involved 
Hit or miss. If they fake, does it matter? 

I'm just popping Jacob's ladders 
Every morning wake up sadder 
Try to self reflect, I think I'm shattered 

Jacobs Ladders ft. LukaBraci

If I keep dealing with my problems this way it's the end for me 

Lyrics: 

Drop a strip of acid in the drink
Off the rip, yuh, that kid is a mink 
Coke on the counter next to the sink 
Smoke on the flower until I'm extinct 

I order the chemicals, ain't doin' the research 
My actions heterical, maybe I need church 
Medusa my tee shirt, I produce and I feature 
I skirt off on the liter, I perc pop, kinda need to 

I order the chemicals, ain't doin the research 
My actions heterical, maybe I need church 
I totter and teeter, take off in the Beamer 
She hop in the two seater (skrt skrt!) 

I offer to feed her 
One word and I might get topped up quick and eagerly 
She slurping me so fucking hard 
I thought she was hurting me 

Wok syrup in my stacked pop cup (sip it sleepily) 
Therapist be asking first if she left some scars, certainly, by far its hurtin' me 
Poppin fetty laced bars end up merkin' me 

Several of these felonies on the DL when he sell to me 
Ride with the Jet like I'm Smellerbee 

Why would I let you tether me? 
You ain't gon cuff, you done, pack up your stuff, c'est la vie 

C'est la, c'est la, c'est la vie 

Wok syrup in my stacked pop cup (sip it sleepily) 
One word and I might get topped up 
Quick and eagerly 
They envy my drip, pretty, pretty please 
Don't cap with me 

No cappin', I am always trappin' 
Trading fentanyl for some addies (just took 60)
Keepin' out of traction, but you won't catch me lackin'

Mucho drippin', sumo Smith & Wesson 
I pay your rent, then I ball on a baddie (roll me up a fatty) 
Tuco shit, it's a lesson
Use a rock as a weapon 

RC benzos in the mail (USPS, son)
Imma taste em, that's how I test em 
Time is wastin, sip on the best one 
Bromazolam in my intestines 

RC benzos in the mail (USPS, son)
Imma taste em, that's how I test em 
Time is wastin, sip on the best one 
Bromazolam in my intestines 

*slurp* 

Poppin fetty laced bars, end up merkin' me 
Several of these felonies on the DL when he sell to me 
Ride with the jet like I'm Smellerbee
Why would I let you tether me? 
You ain't gon' cuff, you done enough, pack up your stuff 

C'est la vie... 

C'est La Vie

Drugs erase my sorrow. Does anybody have a good heart I could borrow? Let me know... 

Lyrics: 

Uh, yeah 
Yeah, yeah 

Chorus
I've been looking for highs 
Yeah I've been searching the skys 
I'm trying to figure it out 
I've been searching the clouds 

You want to try me, but you just don't know me? 
Peter Griffin, you're a big fat phony
Said you want a Gucci purse, hoe please... 
I'll buy you the Gucci, then you got to blow me 

Verse
Feel the need for amphetamines, hear the drugs at the door, gonna let them in
Imma ball again, need a Letterman 
Mixing pills in my stomach, let 'em settle in 

I'd be chilling here with my brethren, 
And you know that we, we just born to sin (okay)
Three days on an Addy binge 
And I don't know when I'll go to sleep again 

Sipping on the pint of the Wockhardt 
Look inside my chest, I've got a rock heart 
Look at all the rest, they are not hard
Don't try to take my chain, you won't get far 

Fucking with my crew, then you get hit
Run up on me then you gonna get your head split
Shorty hit my line when she need a quick fix
Anytime I want, I can get my dick licked 

Chorus
I've been looking for highs 
Yeah I've been searching the skys 
I'm trying to figure it out 
I've been searching the clouds 

You want to try me, but you just don't know me? 
Peter Griffin, you're a big fat phony
Said you want a Gucci purse, hoe please... 
I'll buy you the Gucci then you got to blow me 

Outro
(Look inside my chest, I've got a rock heart 
Shorty hit my line when she need a quick fix 
Sipping on the pint of the Wockhardt 
Anytime I want, I can get my dick licked)

Wock Heart

Who needs food when you have dope

Kids, don't do drugs, they're horrible. 
But if you gon' do 'em, you better go do 'em...

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