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$hrimp Poboy

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Blaze up some indo, sip on some Alizé

Blaze up some indo, sip on some Alizé

Gettin' played everyday, and straight chillin' with my peeps

Gettin' played everyday, and straight chillin' with my peeps

Blaze up some indo, sip on some Alizé

Blaze up some indo, sip on some Alizé

Gettin' played everyday, and straight chillin' with my peeps

Gettin' played everyday, and straight chillin' with my peeps






Blunt fulla' indo, starin' out my window

It's the pill-poppin' junkie, young sex symbol

Ashes on the cross, all my bitches lost

Depressed motherfuckers, never show no love

Got a blunt fulla' 'tiva, grippin' on the nina

Run up and I'll show ya' why I'm always tweakin'

Sleepin' through the weekend, $uicidal seasons

I just wanna die, don't have no fuckin' reason

Blunt fulla' codeine, they know that I'm a dope fiend

Grab the knife, and cut me twice, and let me die slowly

Creepin' out the basement, inside, my heart vacant

Slice me wide open, because I'm too fuckin' impatient

To wait for death, silhouettes of demons in my shadows

Hang me in the gallows, brain filled with ammo






Blaze up some indo, sip on some Alizé

Blaze up some indo, sip on some Alizé

Gettin' played everyday, and straight chillin' with my peeps

Gettin' played everyday, and straight chillin' with my peeps

Blaze up some indo, sip on some Alizé

Blaze up some indo, sip on some Alizé

Gettin' played everyday, and straight chillin' with my peeps

Gettin' played everyday, and straight chillin' with my peeps






I just want to chill, fuck makin' a mill'

I mean, I make enough money to pay the bills

Still working in the pizza kitchen, itchin' to be free of this shit

I know $lick was cleanin' dishes, wishin' everythin' was finger-lickin'

But the truth is, I make this fucking music

And I can't even get my friends to listen to it

I wanna say screw it, but I know improvement will prove it, fuck it

It's evident, they need the evidence

Thinkin' I'm heaven sent, but really I'm crawling outta hell

$uicide for life, G*59 count the spells

And just think, I'm only beginnin' to crawl out of my shell

Weed and bullets on the coffee table

I'm the son of the snake, I'm both Cain and Abel

Smoke and death is the smell that dwells around my humble abode

This is just a story, no fable, no moral code

It ends with me rich, sad, and alone






Blaze up some indo, sip on some Alizé

Blaze up some indo, sip on some Alizé

Gettin' played everyday, and straight chillin' with my peeps

Gettin' played everyday, and straight chillin' with my peeps

Blaze up some indo, sip on some Alizé

Blaze up some indo, sip on some Alizé

Gettin' played everyday, and straight chillin' with my peeps

Gettin' played everyday, and straight chillin' with my peeps






$uicidal tendencies, we are not the same

Tryna make the best of every day; bad thoughts go away

That's why I blaze up some indo and sip some Alizé

Grind nonstop, I gotta stay paid

Keep it chill with my bae, smoke good getting laid

The lane that I made is where Supa finna stay

The game that we play, we still play it til this day

Half these cat’s lames, they jus wanna peel away

Keep them fools far away then everything will be okay

Take a shot to the head like a AK might spray

Repeat, repeat

We do this every day

My mind is everywhere but mostly up in outer space

Bong rips to my face, sipping on a half a case

Take some shrooms to escape, Supa-mane with no cape

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