You were on that Cole shit
I been bummin bones (bitch)
Handsome sense a jit 
Walking streets 
Them headphones in 
Talking bout the same damn day 
Jus a dif tab 
Shots round the group 
Till im blacking out 
Seeing ground 

Deep in the juice 
Like I’m pac 
Searching routes 

Your favorite artist i heard way before the mill 
It’s true
Steady stackin
Hours on these apps
Discography graph 
Rising higher than the past

Tunes are what I need 
To be myself 
Around my friends 
Silence defend 
When the left ear 
Doesnt have a bud in
If I go deaf 
Bring me death 
 peace to my friends 
My happy place is on a cloud
With a vinyl that spins


Rolling off that tab of acid 
Anxious breaths 
near collapsing 
Ear hears fears these eyes can’t see
Not blind 
Tongue tied 
Yes I tried to speak
Grey vision 
Won’t go away 
I tried to blink
Weight like hands 
Pushed me down 
Like it made me sink
Drinkin water 
Mixed with moly 
I didn’t need this peak 


Was fuckin up again 
Sucked to bad habits 
Hate myself 
those drugs sure helped manage 
Brains now rotten 
Like some bad cabbage 
One cell left 
Then this brains damaged 


You were on that Cole shit
I been bummin bones (bitch)
Handsome sense a jit 
Walking streets 
Them headphones in 
Talking bout the same damn day 
Jus a dif tab 
Shots round the group 
Till im blacking out 
Seeing ground

same day/different tab (prod. goth helma)

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ajar

same day/different tab (prod. goth helma)

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