CRIMEAPPLE, Sick Jacken - White Sands lyrics
[CRIMEAPPLE, Sick Jacken - White Sands lyrics]
I ain't really sleeping at night man
I don't know why I like
To think I'm alright
And I ain't on the white sand no
I ain't on the go with the blow
Or controlled by the pipe's glare
This is an irregular insomnia I'm
Beyond toss and turn
Something ain't right and that something
Is what got me up
Brain activated and I ain't
Even faded so it's
Gotta be somethin' that I'm blocking out
You know that the gut don't lie
It will get you through a do or die
If you push it aside it will have another try
It will be a lullaby won't let
You shut an eye though
Been through it got through it
That's how I know
White rhino opposite effect of the white
Sand and it ain't even albino
Usually I approach this like a wino
Popped a pill or two but I'm
Cool with synthetic highs though
Sometimes I feel like I'm living in a loop
The bubble in my head got
Me guzzling the boot
Got my tolerance through the roof
Kill a fifth or two
If you think that a drink's
Gonna help with anything, sounds crazy
But I'm a psycho baby, might
Be bad for the liver
Two fucks I don't give em
Is it stupid? (yeah)
Man, you don't know how I be living
Mind your business
Always knew I had to get
It de cualquier manera
Now I don't ride buseta whip
The foreign like a bicicleta
Fumando veneno on the balcony con unas huevas
Todo el mundo en pastillas en la discoteca
White gold Cuban jeweler had to tax me
My lung gassy my bitch waxing me on a Pulaski
He's sick with a sixteen like Roman Polanski
My pops was fucking with the candy
I was watching John Candy
Ah man he got some Havarti
And fucked the party up guaro in my cup
Bitch from Guarne sniffing molly up
Arrogant, chip on my shoulder ain’t
Made for cookie dough
Benjamins get sent to em frequently
Better book me hoe
I cooked it slow made a guisado
Culicagado de mi lado
My OG's used to rock Movados
Pero estaban robados
Yo endrogado hitting gelato in my condo
Ya bitch on all cuatro y se
Lo meto en su rabo
Descarado turn montega into some
Chavo soy un mago
Lames tryna soak up my caldo
Pull out the palo
If you think that some smoke gonna help
Or we going broke y’all crazy
We going psycho baby
Might be bad for the image two fucks wasn't
Given is you stupid you don’t know how I be
Living mind ya business
I don't know why I like
To think I'm alright
And I ain't on the white sand no
I ain't on the go with the blow
Or controlled by the pipe's glare
This is an irregular insomnia I'm
Beyond toss and turn
Something ain't right and that something
Is what got me up
Brain activated and I ain't
Even faded so it's
Gotta be somethin' that I'm blocking out
You know that the gut don't lie
It will get you through a do or die
If you push it aside it will have another try
It will be a lullaby won't let
You shut an eye though
Been through it got through it
That's how I know
White rhino opposite effect of the white
Sand and it ain't even albino
Usually I approach this like a wino
Popped a pill or two but I'm
Cool with synthetic highs though
Sometimes I feel like I'm living in a loop
The bubble in my head got
Me guzzling the boot
Got my tolerance through the roof
Kill a fifth or two
If you think that a drink's
Gonna help with anything, sounds crazy
But I'm a psycho baby, might
Be bad for the liver
Two fucks I don't give em
Is it stupid? (yeah)
Man, you don't know how I be living
Mind your business
Always knew I had to get
It de cualquier manera
Now I don't ride buseta whip
The foreign like a bicicleta
Fumando veneno on the balcony con unas huevas
Todo el mundo en pastillas en la discoteca
White gold Cuban jeweler had to tax me
My lung gassy my bitch waxing me on a Pulaski
He's sick with a sixteen like Roman Polanski
My pops was fucking with the candy
I was watching John Candy
Ah man he got some Havarti
And fucked the party up guaro in my cup
Bitch from Guarne sniffing molly up
Arrogant, chip on my shoulder ain’t
Made for cookie dough
Benjamins get sent to em frequently
Better book me hoe
I cooked it slow made a guisado
Culicagado de mi lado
My OG's used to rock Movados
Pero estaban robados
Yo endrogado hitting gelato in my condo
Ya bitch on all cuatro y se
Lo meto en su rabo
Descarado turn montega into some
Chavo soy un mago
Lames tryna soak up my caldo
Pull out the palo
If you think that some smoke gonna help
Or we going broke y’all crazy
We going psycho baby
Might be bad for the image two fucks wasn't
Given is you stupid you don’t know how I be
Living mind ya business