93FEETOFSMOKE - fruit lyrics
Mark Andrew Taylor
[93FEETOFSMOKE - fruit lyrics]
I'm off a pack i'm off a pack
Yeah, ay, yeah
Ayy
I'm off a pack in the back, tryna calm down
Only flax, only spin round the block now
Lag from jet in my bed, made a hideout
Ghillie suit, "Imma sue" headass, tap out
I'm a psychic if you shoot
I'm a nuisance to the loot
Death dot under my booth, won't find me
Burning books in the streets
There's no pages, no ink
I pray to god through a screen
Yeah
Because my nerves might make me throw up
Where's the faucet?
Need some water on my temple
3 stripes, you can run it like it's simple
Lite-Brite, Minnesota on my dental yeah
Because my nerves might make me throw up
Where's the faucet?
Need some water on my temple
3 stripes, you can run it like it's simple
Lite-Brite, Minnesota on my dental
Taught the fruit how to eat it'self
I'd do the same damn thing
Stuck on the shelf
And this a long damn flight to be by myself
It's not my damn business when
They drag you to hell fuck your clique
Hold grudges like I climbed out a well
And that road not silk but it
Still comes through the mail
No, ya words ain't slick
Jib ain't cut for retail
Please don't come 'round here with
A story to sell
Because my nerves might make me throw up
Where's the faucet?
Need some water on my temple
3 stripes, you can run it like it's simple
Lite-Brite, Minnesota on my dental
Yeah, because my nerves might
Make me throw up where's the faucet?
Need some water on my temple
3 stripes, you can run it like it's simple
Lite-Brite, Minnesota on my dental
Taught the fruit how to eat it'self
I'd do the same damn thing
Stuck on the shelf
And this a long damn flight to be by myself
It's not my damn business when
They drag you to hell fuck your clique
Hold grudges like I climbed out a well
And that road not silk but it
Still comes through the mail
No, ya words ain't slick
Jib ain't cut for retail
Please don't come around here with
A story to sell yeah
Yeah, ay, yeah
Ayy
I'm off a pack in the back, tryna calm down
Only flax, only spin round the block now
Lag from jet in my bed, made a hideout
Ghillie suit, "Imma sue" headass, tap out
I'm a psychic if you shoot
I'm a nuisance to the loot
Death dot under my booth, won't find me
Burning books in the streets
There's no pages, no ink
I pray to god through a screen
Yeah
Because my nerves might make me throw up
Where's the faucet?
Need some water on my temple
3 stripes, you can run it like it's simple
Lite-Brite, Minnesota on my dental yeah
Because my nerves might make me throw up
Where's the faucet?
Need some water on my temple
3 stripes, you can run it like it's simple
Lite-Brite, Minnesota on my dental
Taught the fruit how to eat it'self
I'd do the same damn thing
Stuck on the shelf
And this a long damn flight to be by myself
It's not my damn business when
They drag you to hell fuck your clique
Hold grudges like I climbed out a well
And that road not silk but it
Still comes through the mail
No, ya words ain't slick
Jib ain't cut for retail
Please don't come 'round here with
A story to sell
Because my nerves might make me throw up
Where's the faucet?
Need some water on my temple
3 stripes, you can run it like it's simple
Lite-Brite, Minnesota on my dental
Yeah, because my nerves might
Make me throw up where's the faucet?
Need some water on my temple
3 stripes, you can run it like it's simple
Lite-Brite, Minnesota on my dental
Taught the fruit how to eat it'self
I'd do the same damn thing
Stuck on the shelf
And this a long damn flight to be by myself
It's not my damn business when
They drag you to hell fuck your clique
Hold grudges like I climbed out a well
And that road not silk but it
Still comes through the mail
No, ya words ain't slick
Jib ain't cut for retail
Please don't come around here with
A story to sell yeah