EARTHGANG - Bobby Boucher lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm reunited with, uh, all of my, uh, yeah
Yeah, I'm reunited with, uh, all of my
I'm reunited with, uh I'm reunited with, uh
Okay, okay

I'm reunited with, uh, all of my vices
I can't I can't deny it, I
Still got fuckin' problems, I try
I try to fight it, it don't
Ain't try to hide it, go 'head
Loc be my lady, I'm up a couple thousand
Playin' roulette like Bobby Boucher
Wa Wa Wa Water on a
Tuesday for all this D'Ussé
I surely feel like I'm drunk
I probably drink the Kool-Aid
That shit be packin' a punch
It's like a jab to the face
I'm probably not gettin' up

Fuck what you heard, nigga shit, gon' spin it
Been independent, still with my twin
He can finish my sеntence
I don't know her namе, but
She one of my bitches, number exchange
And I'm runnin' up in it, no funny
Business, I ain't on no weird shit
Might probably spill this
I ain't t-boz, and I sure ain't chilli'
Is it just me or the energy shiftin'?
Nigga growin' up
Might live to be the villain
When a nigga die
Hope they put me on buildings
I'm out the space
You can never come near this
I heard your tape, but I really ain't feel it
Fresh out the woods
Where they follow my footprints
Credit store fucked up, know I got good dick
Swervin' through the hood
Brake screechin' like woodwinds
I don't think about much
I really just do shit

I'm reunited with, uh, all of my vices
I can't I can't deny it, I
Still got fuckin' problems, I try
I try to fight it, it don't
Ain't try to hide it, go 'head
Loc be my lady, I'm up a couple thousand
Playin' roulette like Bobby Boucher
Wa-wa-water on a Tuesday for all this D'Ussé
I surely feel like I'm drunk (yeah)
I probably drink the Kool-Aid
That shit be packin' a punch (yeah)
It's like a jab to the face
I'm probably not gettin' up

I'm fuckin' Lady Luck inside my spaceship
Truck with the ankles up (Ooh ooh)
She like it long, she like it wide
And she sure love it rough
I can't get a break, and she can't get enough
After this, I'ma need-

Scotty come beam me up, come clean me up
Somebody come clean me up
On the scene I strut
I ease like water on leaves, I glide
On beats, I fly, I swim, I ski
In eighty degrees, make these hoes freeze
My nigga, please
My bank account got angel numbers
Can't nobody save you but yourself
I listened to God and talked to the Devil
He'd do wonders for my health
I died on Friday, came back Sunday
Turned up Monday, man, what else?
She said I taste like mango
Dress like Django still wanna eat me up
You the weakest link, no we can't link up
Keep things untouched, don't speak on such
I'm so in love

I'm reunited with, uh, all of my vices
I can't I can't deny it, I
Still got fuckin' problems, I try
I try to fight it, it don't
Ain't try to hide it, go 'head
Loc be my lady, I'm up a couple thousand
Playin' roulette like Bobby Boucher
Wa-wa-water on a Tuesday for all this D'Ussé
I surely feel like I'm drunk
I probably drink the Kool-Aid
That shit be packin' a punch
It's like a jab to the face
I'm probably not gettin' up