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lirik lagu 8corpses - deranged

b~tch
i’m a pothead
till i dropdead
i got highdeas
goin on in my head
bag full dro
bag full doe
if a b~tch wanna beef
then i bag up that hoe

blazed off the
raw cone
kush hit the dome
now im mothaf~ckin stoned
sippin on a 40 while
i wait for the next toke
push my face
through the weed smoke
wish this was the epilogue
but it’s really just a monologue
logging words monolithically
with my fervent tongue
i do this for the old and young
do it for homie
who wanted to be hung
you never know what’s in the minds
of others we walk among
admitting wrong
is the first step
to humbling one
even if you don’t want to breath that phrase
out of your lung
got h~lla weed smoke in my lungs
hitting that top shelf outta the bong
my lifes been shattеred
scatter brain
brain scatterеd
they said
i needa get it together
my brain feels like pieces of glass
duct taped together
hate feelin
under the weather
i’m insane
insanely toakin
on the reefer
why the liquor taste better when your life is sh~ttier
chronologically
smoking chronic
chronically
undoubtedly
trying to figure out
what helps me
coming loose at the seams
life isn’t always as it seems
taking a brisk walk
on this beat
try to walk on me
you will get
briskly beat
not here to deceive
imma step on any motherf~cka
that try to test me
feelin frisky
dont frisk me
everything is risky
risking my life with every
sip of the whiskey
b~tch
i’m a pothead
till i dropdead
i got highdeas
goin on in my head
bag full dro
bag full doe
if a b~tch wanna beef
then i bag up that hoe

coming back from a mental block
gotta keep it all moving like the hands on a clock
better know your d~mn role, i ain’t talking bout the rock
if you’re smelling what i’m cooking, i’ma put you in a headlock
if you really wanna know, i ain’t getting bored
tell you ’bout my life, i ain’t talking in a metaphor
lonely motherf~cker like the beatles singing eleanor
getting what i wanna and you know i’m always getting more
people telling me i’m crazy, maybe
they won’t ever get it ’cause them motherf~ckers lazy
ain’t no telling where the mind of this man goes
moving so fast like i’m playing on a banjo
it’s another nice dream, we awaken
looking all around, realize it’s amazing
you hating, all the while you’re feeling complacent
shut the f~ck up or have a date with the pavement
still gotta stay sane, i’m okay, otherwise i’m gonna turn into my own worst enemy
still gotta stay sane, it’s okay, otherwise you’re gonna turn into your own worst enemy

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