[Chorus: American Dead Cross]
Wanna make a millie in the back lot
Sittin' here sick I got gut rot
Drinkin' daily pukin' cause I hate
How she wanna hate on me
Cause you know that I can′t stop
Wanna be like me
Cause I got a box
I got better shit to do
Than smoke another ounce
You a fan
Cause you blow my ego
Bitch been doin' rounds
Thinkin blam
But your favorite artists copy all my songs yuh
[Verse 1: Craven]
Sippin' silly lately yeah
You know I'm going dumb
Smokin' blunt by blunt yes
I’m [?] just for fun yuh
Way too fucked up from the drink
Like for real can′t even think
Another bottle [?] the sink yuh
It's like I′m itchin' I′m vicious
Lately I got better tensions
I'm talking drugs and the wusses
Baby she gone for Christmas
And yeah I really been trippin'
Like geometrical vision
I′m talkin psychic suspension uh
And I ain't been so fucked from something
Like when I was
I thought life was changin'
Rearrangin'
Hold up pause
I′m on a whole 'nother level I'm chillin'
Psycho-like feeling
Got my gut spillin' huh
You know how I′m feelin' nah
[Chorus: American Dead Cross]
Wanna make a millie in the back lot
Sittin' here sick I got gut rot
Drinkin' daily pukin' cause I hate
How she wanna hate on me
Cause you know that I can't stop
Wanna be like me
Cause I got a box
I got better shit to do
Than smoke another ounce
You a fan
Cause you blow my ego
Bitch been doin' rounds
Thinkin blam
But your favorite artists copy all my songs yuh
[Verse 2: American Dead Cross]
I fill up with gut rot
Pukin' on the spot
Henny in the tummy
Isn't likin' what I got
I decide to hold it but
I′m feelin' on my throat
Yeah you askin'
Now I′m feelin' bitch
I'm feelin' like a joke
I just had to stand on 'em
I ain′t got a bands hold on
Tryna catch these hands hold up
Talkin' lotta shit
Tryna throw somethin'
Little bitty comin with me
Gettin' litty up the henny
Gettin' ready for the setty
May feel thirty like your dirty
Up the shirty I'm a forty
She gon' blow me
Like she know me
But she don′t
Down her throat
Girl that won't
I′m aboard
Wanna make a millie in the back lot
Sittin' here sick I got gut rot
Drinkin' daily pukin' cause I hate
How she wanna hate on me
Cause you know that I can′t stop
Wanna be like me
Cause I got a box
I got better shit to do
Than smoke another ounce
You a fan
Cause you blow my ego
Bitch been doin' rounds
Thinkin blam
But your favorite artists copy all my songs yuh
[Verse 1: Craven]
Sippin' silly lately yeah
You know I'm going dumb
Smokin' blunt by blunt yes
I’m [?] just for fun yuh
Way too fucked up from the drink
Like for real can′t even think
Another bottle [?] the sink yuh
It's like I′m itchin' I′m vicious
Lately I got better tensions
I'm talking drugs and the wusses
Baby she gone for Christmas
And yeah I really been trippin'
Like geometrical vision
I′m talkin psychic suspension uh
And I ain't been so fucked from something
Like when I was
I thought life was changin'
Rearrangin'
Hold up pause
I′m on a whole 'nother level I'm chillin'
Psycho-like feeling
Got my gut spillin' huh
You know how I′m feelin' nah
[Chorus: American Dead Cross]
Wanna make a millie in the back lot
Sittin' here sick I got gut rot
Drinkin' daily pukin' cause I hate
How she wanna hate on me
Cause you know that I can't stop
Wanna be like me
Cause I got a box
I got better shit to do
Than smoke another ounce
You a fan
Cause you blow my ego
Bitch been doin' rounds
Thinkin blam
But your favorite artists copy all my songs yuh
[Verse 2: American Dead Cross]
I fill up with gut rot
Pukin' on the spot
Henny in the tummy
Isn't likin' what I got
I decide to hold it but
I′m feelin' on my throat
Yeah you askin'
Now I′m feelin' bitch
I'm feelin' like a joke
I just had to stand on 'em
I ain′t got a bands hold on
Tryna catch these hands hold up
Talkin' lotta shit
Tryna throw somethin'
Little bitty comin with me
Gettin' litty up the henny
Gettin' ready for the setty
May feel thirty like your dirty
Up the shirty I'm a forty
She gon' blow me
Like she know me
But she don′t
Down her throat
Girl that won't
I′m aboard
( American Dead Cross )
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