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Morphine*
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Lancey Foux
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Lyrics from Snippets Day, day tripping Day, day tripping Day, day tripping Day, day tripping Oh, yeah I cover this pain up with this money, it feel like morphine Can't clock my pain, can't f**k up my day 'cause I got no feelings Smoking this big grade, yeah, still gotta pour up some more lean Feel like a sensei, drop the tab and I'm in the morning (Yeah) Hop out, the i8 doors up, look like a DeLorean I got them irate when I pull up, gang, we walk in The baddest of b*t*hes got them stalking It's gotta' be business or we ain't talkin', yeah I'm tryna pattern a million, f**k it I'm tryna pattern a billion Came with the TEC, concealing it Tryna' wax out your neck Brazilian I don't chat with just any civilans In the crib smoking Ferb with Phineas Opps know I'm killing them Pack, tags I'm feelin' 'em Chiropractor breaking down the racks, can't relax I'm real again Who that boy with the bag? It's me again Who that boy with the swag? It's me again I don't wanna die I ain't going back to the T again f**k up the dash and I go OJ-S on them I cover this pain up with this money, it feel like morphine Can't clock my pain, can't f**k up my day 'cause I got no feelings Smoking this big grade, yeah, still gotta pour up some more lean Feel like a sensei, drop the tab and I'm in the morning (Yeah) Hop out, the i8 doors up, look like a DeLorean I got them irate when I pull up, gang, we walk in The baddest of b*t*hes got them stalking It's gotta' be business or we ain't talkin', yeah Rocking again, up my sh*t, now I'm rockin' the stage All this ice, gotta watch for the hate Pockets full, got a lot on my plate Packs, they ain't smoking the same They wanna see you down and out All I wanted was a thousand pound Now I spend a quick thousand now Me and Lancey doing different sh*t Going down with the sickest whips Back to back we're making hits Shake the room with the baitest b*t*h All the time I prayed for this and all the haters are hating this Came up tryna' make it quick My next moves gonna' make you sh*t I cover this pain up with this money, it feel like morphine Can't clock my pain, can't f**k up my day 'cause I got no feelings Smoking this big grade, yeah, still gotta pour up some more lean Feel like a sensei, drop the tab and I'm in the morning (Yeah) Hop out, the i8 doors up, look like a DeLorean I got them irate when I pull up, gang, we walk in The baddest of b*t*hes got them stalking It's gotta' be business or we ain't talkin', yeah
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