Drake, Mickey Factz, Travie McCoy - Overdose lyrics

(And Imma leave on one more note
One more motherfucking note
It's like this look at him
I ain't been here in a minute)
Cut the lights off I feel
Fantastic right now baby yeah look

I said I used to cut the porch
Lights on and now I cut
The porches lights on just to let
Them know their foresight's wrong
Where this rapper going with that
Obscure ice on he a
Lame I'm just tryna get my mature life on
OD, OD everybody know me
Even fans that resemble them kids in the OC
Oh me Oh my them girls
Love me like Seth Cohen
So get a grip get a glass pour the XO in
I did want one these niggas to
Say that I'm not the same


Pick a road cause where you
Driving is not a lane
And rest in peace to Pimp C
Life is not a game
Taking over the world no Pinky
Just a lot of Brain
He bout to send them the shit that I'm on
(yeah)
You probably could have predicted I'm on
(yeah)
My sense of judgment's a officially gone
Up into the air all the smoke
From the swisher is blown
Ahh i'm grown, I'm grown
I'm living in this elevator zone alone
I'm up so high
I'm never coming down and you say you got
Them hoes but they never coming 'round
I got penthouse bars I stay
High above your ass
And I can see it all, my balcony is glass
And wifey's over (Bitches)
But money's over (Her)
Cause money's under (Nothing)
My life is such a (Blur)
That's not the way it has to
Go that's just what I prefer
And do not disagree with me
It's best you just concur
I'm a legend with a legacy
That can't help but survive
Even when I fucking die they're
Going to bury me alive
And I'm so prestigious
I brought my niggas from the
Hood to the beaches
I'm living good gripping wood
With all the features
Jesus my money straight no creases peep this
We got bottles over here
Kush is in the air we good (O d oD)
Bitches over there we good (O d o d)
Money on the floor we good
OD oD everybody know me

Oh, no Travie high on life again (Wow)
Feel like I swallowed a
Whole bottle of Vicodin (Dam)
So high I wanna cry like tiny violins
In my best mode the pesmote enjoy the silence
(Shh) stop the violence
How when every blind is
Like the motherfucking
Watts riots pouring out my pen
Alright then be easy I'm a get back
Gentleman with a superlative use of syntax
And I done gave up the narcotics but I can't
Leave the crib without some Xanax in my water
(Nope)
Hello my name is Travie and I'm a lifeaholic
Told'em all these beats is like
The Wallace to my Gromitt (Ha)
The alpha to my Bruce Wayne
Stripes on my candy cane
Worn without the other so for
Real without the candy brain
Super trooper like a gun tote in candyman
Ask me how I'm living bet I
Tell ya fine and dandy man
Check his vital signs they peaking
Off the meter man
Imma live forever in Neverland with Peter Pan
Fuck pulling the nine out
Imma pull a Amy Winehouse
Sipping Purple Rain with Mary Jane
Girls in my house (My House)
Isaiah I'm a see ya when I get there
Until then hold me down like
Gravity it's Travie, Uno, easy
And I'm so prestigious
I brought my niggas from the
Hood to the beaches
I'm living good gripping wood
With all the features
Jesus my money straight no creases peep this
We got bottles over here
Kush is in the air we good (O d oD)
Bitches over there we good (O d o d)
Money on the floor we good it's Mickey
OD oD everybody know me

Ha I'm bout to overdose
On life somebody please, pass the weed
So if I comatose tonight you won't
Have to ask for reefer
If the things that I seen through
My Prada frames got me paid watch me man
I'm cocky slave with this Rocky chain
I got I got my veins cluttered with this bud
And this name of it is fame and
It's all up in my blood
Trying to suppress the too fresh
Feeling I got oooh yes
I'm aiming for the hugest duplex
Living like I'm Hugh Heff'
Every other night I need a
Brunette for group sex
Leaving with a bruised neck then
I yell whose next (Next)
Stand'em in a line this is new fact
City take this crack between ya thighs
(yeah, Mickey what you mean) I'm
Promethazine fuck the queen
Sniff the white horse of success
And then let him lean (Let 'em see)
Trying to match my high on life
(Then let 'em dream)
Gotta catch the spot on my flight
First class known of the aroma
Of the smoker life got me like a stoner
A zoner but nah it's never over
(Mickey what you mean)
I stick my tongue out
Sipping Remy conceited of I'm
Teasing every bum out
Hung out with celebrities from
Every drug house so when you remember me say
That I was strung out (Mickey what you mean)
I'm a addict for the green cash Imma
OD so fuck going to rehab

And I'm so prestigious
I brought my niggas from the
Hood to the beaches
I'm living good gripping wood
With all the features
Jesus my money straight no creases peep this
We got bottles over here
Kush is in the air we good (O d oD)
Bitches over there we good (O d o d)
Money on the floor we good
OD oD everybody know me