Scorey - Codeine Dreamin' lyrics
[Scorey - Codeine Dreamin' lyrics]
Uh, you wanna spend a hunnid bands, uh
(Mhm, ha ha, Haze)
I wanna, mhm mhm, uh uh uh
I wanna, mhm mhm, uh uh uh
(Oh, HicksMadeThat)
Give me the finish wit' the 30
I need drugs to heal
Steady battling with my demons and
My plug for deal
I came from schemin' wit' my niggas
In the slums for mills
Trapped in the buildin', dead niggas
When my lungs was filled
Jail letters, the feds picking on my dawgs
For real black hoodies and rentals
Grippin' on them guns of steel
Codeine dreamin'
Percs poisonin' my blood with pills
Them tears hit the dirt
Just thinkin' 'bout my loved ones killed
Broken heart and preacher reading
Out that eulogy
Crying' at the view and skipping classes
Fucking teachers
Streets the only thing that true to me
Play a savage, catch him lackin', hit him
That's what he would do to me
Niggas acting like they really with you
That's what be confusing me
I ain't have no bread first
I was diving head first
Sleepin' in 'em trenches
Wakin' up to hearing lead burst
Creepin', get to blicking
No I hit 'em when his head jerk
I ain't love a vicious
Tryna figure if her head work
Brought up depression
Drown my sorrows in these milligrams
Prayin' we get him
It's a miracle this trigger jam
Now I lost my nigga so we
Spin 'em like a ceiling fan
Sippin' on this liquor
Tryna figure out this bigger plan
Amiri fit, my denim, I got racks in my pants
And Twizzy get to shooting
You clapped like some hands
My brothers heartless
They may purge and out the back of them vans
He don't care, he fully locked in
Because Zack was his mans
Give me the finish wit' the 30
I need drugs to heal
Steady battling with my demons and
My plug for deal
I came from schemin' wit' my niggas
In the slums for mills
Trapped in the buildin', dead niggas
When my lungs was filled
Jail letters, the feds picking on my dawgs
For real black hoodies and rentals
Grippin' on them guns of steel
Codeine dreamin'
Percs poisonin' my blood with pills
Them tears hit the dirt
Just thinkin' 'bout my loved ones killed
(Mhm, ha ha, Haze)
I wanna, mhm mhm, uh uh uh
I wanna, mhm mhm, uh uh uh
(Oh, HicksMadeThat)
Give me the finish wit' the 30
I need drugs to heal
Steady battling with my demons and
My plug for deal
I came from schemin' wit' my niggas
In the slums for mills
Trapped in the buildin', dead niggas
When my lungs was filled
Jail letters, the feds picking on my dawgs
For real black hoodies and rentals
Grippin' on them guns of steel
Codeine dreamin'
Percs poisonin' my blood with pills
Them tears hit the dirt
Just thinkin' 'bout my loved ones killed
Broken heart and preacher reading
Out that eulogy
Crying' at the view and skipping classes
Fucking teachers
Streets the only thing that true to me
Play a savage, catch him lackin', hit him
That's what he would do to me
Niggas acting like they really with you
That's what be confusing me
I ain't have no bread first
I was diving head first
Sleepin' in 'em trenches
Wakin' up to hearing lead burst
Creepin', get to blicking
No I hit 'em when his head jerk
I ain't love a vicious
Tryna figure if her head work
Brought up depression
Drown my sorrows in these milligrams
Prayin' we get him
It's a miracle this trigger jam
Now I lost my nigga so we
Spin 'em like a ceiling fan
Sippin' on this liquor
Tryna figure out this bigger plan
Amiri fit, my denim, I got racks in my pants
And Twizzy get to shooting
You clapped like some hands
My brothers heartless
They may purge and out the back of them vans
He don't care, he fully locked in
Because Zack was his mans
Give me the finish wit' the 30
I need drugs to heal
Steady battling with my demons and
My plug for deal
I came from schemin' wit' my niggas
In the slums for mills
Trapped in the buildin', dead niggas
When my lungs was filled
Jail letters, the feds picking on my dawgs
For real black hoodies and rentals
Grippin' on them guns of steel
Codeine dreamin'
Percs poisonin' my blood with pills
Them tears hit the dirt
Just thinkin' 'bout my loved ones killed