Alf Dente, Sharc - Space Odyssey lyrics

Codeine yeah

I'm letting my pain spill
It's nights on the corner
I could've got murdered, for real
Make cocaine deals the XD and AR be dropping
Boys dead in the field
And that's why I take pills
40 days,  40 nights, walk with the 40 or 9
Drink 'til I'm wasted
Ignorant, rush him and bust him
I won't take my time
Some of my niggas that died, I
Wonder if they ran into God, yeah
Cinnabon under the ride
We'll swish cheese his house
They told me I'm killing the game
I told them I'm spilling my pain
When coke killers cry, thеy make stains
Pussy boy, stay in your lane

I got a freak bitch with mе
I got a bean addiction
Hot with the evil henchmen
Ready to steam a nigga
I wish they would free the system
See it with eagle vision
Teenager P defending jesus piece is dripping
I get the grams out my face
I'm higher than outer space
It's an Addy and Molly day
You know that I'm concentrated
200 pounds a day, my pupils dilated
You trying to ride the wave, too late
It's outdated i got a beam addiction
Soon as I see them niggas
I had to squeeze the pistol
Cuzzo gon' breeze the Fisker
I know her knees is tender yuh
Codeine yuh

I'm letting my pain spill
It's nights on the corner
I could've got murdered, for real
Make cocaine deals the XD and AR be dropping
Boys dead in the field
And that's why I take pills
40 days, 40 nights, walk with the 40 or 9
Drink 'til I'm wasted
Ignorant, rush him and bust him
I won't take my time
Some of my niggas that died, I
Wonder if they ran into God, yeah
Cinnabon under the ride
We'll swish cheese his house
They told me I'm killing the game
I told them I'm spilling my pain
When coke killers cry, they make stains
Pussy boy, stay in your lane

I feel possessed at night
I stand in the kitchen
My nigga be cracking the seal
He felt like his chest on fire
We wind up the window and
Hit him with 223 steel
You know I got mob ties
Prada, Dior, Laurent, I drip in the hills
I pull up in self top
Bumping that Boosie, it's souped up
Just look at the wheels
I'm having flashbacks
Robbing a lot of niggas, nah, for real
Shawty gon' backstab but, I keep on fucking
I love her lil booty, it's real
Racks in the stash box, yeah
Mac, not no laptop, yeah
He say he gon' roll, I hope it's for real
He selling his soul, he wanted some mills
I got a Perc' addiction
Denim's Hermes fitted
A gift and a curse, I'm sinning
Spliff and German enigine
I give it some herbal essence
Bury the murder weapon
She went in the worst direction
I know that she hurt forever

I'm letting my pain spill
It's nights on the corner
I could've got murdered, for real
Make cocaine deals the XD and AR be dropping
Boys dead in the field
And that's why I take pills
40 days, 40 nights, walk with the 40 or 9
Drink 'til I'm wasted
Ignorant, rush him and bust him
I won't take my time
Some of my niggas that died, I
Wonder if they ran into God, yeah
Cinnabon under the ride
We'll swish cheese his house
They told me I'm killing the game
I told them I'm spilling my pain
When coke killers cry, they make stains
Pussy boy, stay in your lane