Drugz, Try Them
• Written by inonowanna123
inonowanna123's Notes
I'm not going to be posting anything recorded for awhile
Until I get FL Studio, just know I'm recording now
And I'm working hard as hell to not sound like every
Recorded track on RapPad:
Unfinished, dry, and dogshit mix
(Not KeyJ or BR4CKETT though, theirs is tough, genuinely)
//Chorus - :04//
Feel like my bones shake in my lone grave
I know this ain’t what you wanted, down for a taste
Baby gone get me something, flamed, internal haste
Outraged on herbal, eternal funeral, painted red
Stained on my shirt, we doing drugs everyday
//Verse 1 - :24//
Who, (phew), yeah, pulling up we chase
Typical, flipping it lyrical, ain’t no way
Calling it critical, not pitiful on my- (ok!)
//:32//
Cynical, subliminal demons, I’m Gaultier
But they ain’t under my bed like Beyoncé (ay)
Monsters are critics to me, delay the dead
Yesterday, so high, I spent the day in my bed
Physics break bones, sticks and stones sway, lead indefinite
Can’t avoid wrist in water, ice in a sauna, on her, yeah
Drugs in a concord, marijuana is my doctor
Earn a pretty dollar from the altar, wish life was longer (shh)
One day, I’ll get an Oscar, and light a blunt on the stage
My face not fazed, hurt, I can’t even pray at night (fine)
Yeah, God hurt me so many times, I fade from the light
Now I can’t trust a soul, I wake and bake (ahh)
And make music everyday, after I repay my demons
//1:15//
(mm, mm, mm)
//Chorus - Slowed - 1:19//
Feel like my bones shake in my lone grave
I know this ain’t what you wanted, down for a taste
Baby gone get me something, flamed, internal haste
Outraged on herbal, eternal funeral, painted red
Stained on my shirt, we doing drugs everyday
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inonowanna123
Member since December 9 2024