StephenDoesDrugs - $2000 lyrics
[StephenDoesDrugs - $2000 lyrics]
You Always
Backfire with drugs, I backfire with cars
While kissing the rugs like
Thank God I'm back
On earth and giving these trees a hug
You fill a bowl full of excuses
Like give a dick to nuns
The dunce cap fell off and that's
Where you hid your dirty luggage
I'm sick of everybody packing cases up on me
Happy go lucky Steve, run the bees
Smell all the flowers when I'm down on
My knees, I got the disease, to tell
These kids, to stop doing drugs
You are who you be
Meanwhile
I'm drinking anti-freeze 100 degrees
But I don't feel it cause I'm in the
Wrong, cause I'm about 20 things that
I'm not like first off, weed smoker
On the patrol, breaking the bowls
Cause I'm pissed that Dylan
Walked through my
Home, the devil signed my fucking life
Away and left me in control
In my brain dead impeached
Fucked up rabbit hole
That keeps digging, keeps going
While I'm singing, while I'm zoning
Fucked up
Tell everybody that I'm coming back again
With all these raps again
Not giving fucks about
How or what it's packaged in
I'm running it
Like how these rappers got the bomb and shit
Vomit spit, on these fucking tactics
Immediately
Famous from the mu-mu-mu-mu-mumbling grandpa
Who set the fucking classics on
The radio down a bar
I never liked myself find a trend
Go home and
Try to change myself, and in the end
Still lonely god wish
That I had a friend who doesn't
Owe me or own me
Find a way to throw me down
Call the cops when you slipped
Through the last cracks
Try to tiptoe past, stepped on a thumbtack
My ego found you very funny
And it asked that
You frame your fucking face like how
I sat at your door mat
Backfire with drugs, I backfire with cars
While kissing the rugs like
Thank God I'm back
On earth and giving these trees a hug
You fill a bowl full of excuses
Like give a dick to nuns
The dunce cap fell off and that's
Where you hid your dirty luggage
I'm sick of everybody packing cases up on me
Happy go lucky Steve, run the bees
Smell all the flowers when I'm down on
My knees, I got the disease, to tell
These kids, to stop doing drugs
You are who you be
Meanwhile
I'm drinking anti-freeze 100 degrees
But I don't feel it cause I'm in the
Wrong, cause I'm about 20 things that
I'm not like first off, weed smoker
On the patrol, breaking the bowls
Cause I'm pissed that Dylan
Walked through my
Home, the devil signed my fucking life
Away and left me in control
In my brain dead impeached
Fucked up rabbit hole
That keeps digging, keeps going
While I'm singing, while I'm zoning
Fucked up
Tell everybody that I'm coming back again
With all these raps again
Not giving fucks about
How or what it's packaged in
I'm running it
Like how these rappers got the bomb and shit
Vomit spit, on these fucking tactics
Immediately
Famous from the mu-mu-mu-mu-mumbling grandpa
Who set the fucking classics on
The radio down a bar
I never liked myself find a trend
Go home and
Try to change myself, and in the end
Still lonely god wish
That I had a friend who doesn't
Owe me or own me
Find a way to throw me down
Call the cops when you slipped
Through the last cracks
Try to tiptoe past, stepped on a thumbtack
My ego found you very funny
And it asked that
You frame your fucking face like how
I sat at your door mat