lyrics: chain smoking cause my soul heavy imma fuck ur bitch when she pull up in that old chevy new bitch gave me new heady dressed like bane I'm strong like Tom Hardy wear my heart glasses because all the girls love me drink the hard liquor don't care bout my kidneys lil bitch down me for me she got skinned knees imma smoke the whole oz I'm a fuckin fiend pull up on you with the dream team film a new vid direct a new scene i don't know what the hell you want from me try to wound me but your words only skin deep shoot your tires and kill you in a flipped jeep all my homies strapped up like pubg shorty waiting for me at the pub getting tipsy bottles and bottles of bub in the front seat tree by the branch olive branch i want world peace fuck what you want your demands don't phase me smoking indica until i feel lazy so much smoke that the room feels hazy listening to all my jay z a b c d taught your girl to fuck with me curly hair she saying I'm a cutie feeling zootzie two pieces on me I'm the armory I don't even think that my ex really loved me tough guy, but motherfucker you're ugly pair of fuckin pliers and I'll pull out your gold teeth do you really think that you know me? do you really know what it's like to be lonely? my best friend ex military, he a hitter like me together we smoking tree i know you wish you were me i always keep it lit like a cherry i dont think you'll ever see you still cover your eyes with a blindfold when I'm scary i still get the prophetic dreams but i don't think that they'll ever help me
lyrics:
chain smoking cause my soul heavy imma fuck ur bitch when she pull up in that old chevy
new bitch gave me new heady
dressed like bane I'm strong like Tom Hardy
wear my heart glasses because all the girls love me
drink the hard liquor don't care bout my kidneys
lil bitch down me for me she got skinned knees
imma smoke the whole oz I'm a fuckin fiend
pull up on you with the dream team
film a new vid direct a new scene
i don't know what the hell you want from me
try to wound me but your words only skin deep
shoot your tires and kill you in a flipped jeep
all my homies strapped up like pubg
shorty waiting for me at the pub getting tipsy
bottles and bottles of bub in the front seat
tree by the branch olive branch i want world peace
fuck what you want your demands don't phase me
smoking indica until i feel lazy
so much smoke that the room feels hazy
listening to all my jay z
a b c d taught your girl to fuck with me
curly hair she saying I'm a cutie
feeling zootzie two pieces on me I'm the armory
I don't even think that my ex really loved me
tough guy, but motherfucker you're ugly
pair of fuckin pliers and I'll pull out your gold teeth
do you really think that you know me?
do you really know what it's like to be lonely?
my best friend ex military, he a hitter like me
together we smoking tree
i know you wish you were me
i always keep it lit like a cherry
i dont think you'll ever see
you still cover your eyes with a blindfold when I'm scary
i still get the prophetic dreams
but i don't think that they'll ever help me