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[Intro, droughya]
Off too many pills no emotion
Fuck all the social I ain’t postin
Fuck all the social I ain’t postin
Fuck all the social I ain’t postin
[Chorus, droughya]
Off too many pills no emotion
Fuck all the social I ain’t postin
OD I can’t talk leave me frozen
Bag or the love I done chosen
Off too many pills no emotion
Fuck all the social I ain’t postin
OD I can’t talk leave me frozen
Bag or the love I done chosen
[Verse, Fiji+]
Dungeons where I’m posted i’ve been sippin potions
Once I get the pack, man, that bitch gettin ghosted
Pillies in my pocket get to poppin just to perk up
They think that I’m fine but no one look beyond the surface
Turnt up, shawty sippin syrup
Money ain’t an object when temptations slur words yuh
Write another rant up just so I can feel heard yuh
Lyrics are the product, this dealer is self serve yuh
Smoking on the gas once the clock hit midnight
Drawing down shades when I first see daylight
Embers birth ash, decomposes till it turns white
Caught inside your twisted web of lies
I felt that sorrow
Cut my teeth on foul marrow
Since then I’ve learned to borrow
Emotions from those who follow
Still feel like my skins on fire
I don’t sleep bitch I stay wired
Thoughts inside my head conspire
I feel them clawing down my spinal
Leave my misery for dead, every piece of my that’s led
To the pain of others, opiates under my skin again
I don’t want to answer to the demons locked inside my head
Drugs that use to numb me lose their color and all their effect
Every fucking summer hope for change but I’m let down
Never want to settle for a life in the background
I’ll jump knowing I won’t land, fallout of all of our plans
Lost potential serves as a reminder of my failed hands
So I ain’t posting on no socials
All you pussies flexing looking like a bunch of bozos
Droughya hit me with the vocals
Wrote a little rant and you all ate up every morsel
[Chorus, droughya]
Off too many pills no emotion
Fuck all the social I ain’t postin
OD I can’t talk leave me frozen
Bag or the love I done chosen
Off too many pills no emotion
Fuck all the social I ain’t postin
OD I can’t talk leave me frozen
Bag or the love I done chosen
Off too many pills no emotion
Fuck all the social I ain’t postin
Fuck all the social I ain’t postin
Fuck all the social I ain’t postin
[Chorus, droughya]
Off too many pills no emotion
Fuck all the social I ain’t postin
OD I can’t talk leave me frozen
Bag or the love I done chosen
Off too many pills no emotion
Fuck all the social I ain’t postin
OD I can’t talk leave me frozen
Bag or the love I done chosen
[Verse, Fiji+]
Dungeons where I’m posted i’ve been sippin potions
Once I get the pack, man, that bitch gettin ghosted
Pillies in my pocket get to poppin just to perk up
They think that I’m fine but no one look beyond the surface
Turnt up, shawty sippin syrup
Money ain’t an object when temptations slur words yuh
Write another rant up just so I can feel heard yuh
Lyrics are the product, this dealer is self serve yuh
Smoking on the gas once the clock hit midnight
Drawing down shades when I first see daylight
Embers birth ash, decomposes till it turns white
Caught inside your twisted web of lies
I felt that sorrow
Cut my teeth on foul marrow
Since then I’ve learned to borrow
Emotions from those who follow
Still feel like my skins on fire
I don’t sleep bitch I stay wired
Thoughts inside my head conspire
I feel them clawing down my spinal
Leave my misery for dead, every piece of my that’s led
To the pain of others, opiates under my skin again
I don’t want to answer to the demons locked inside my head
Drugs that use to numb me lose their color and all their effect
Every fucking summer hope for change but I’m let down
Never want to settle for a life in the background
I’ll jump knowing I won’t land, fallout of all of our plans
Lost potential serves as a reminder of my failed hands
So I ain’t posting on no socials
All you pussies flexing looking like a bunch of bozos
Droughya hit me with the vocals
Wrote a little rant and you all ate up every morsel
[Chorus, droughya]
Off too many pills no emotion
Fuck all the social I ain’t postin
OD I can’t talk leave me frozen
Bag or the love I done chosen
Off too many pills no emotion
Fuck all the social I ain’t postin
OD I can’t talk leave me frozen
Bag or the love I done chosen
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