L/Lil Darkie/I Am Addicted To Drugs And Tired Of It
Spinning inadvertently, grinning of no concern to me Churning my gullet turns in me, burning A metal furnace, earnestly I deserve it I sit in silence 'cause my mind is lacking accurate wordage Or maybe courage With a flourish, writ it spit it It finished and then release it Plays increase it, rinse, repeat and don't be cheating Deleting comments and buying interaction By packing that on the back end Impacting finances only through hacking You niggas wacker than a sack of some 'gnac And Jack Daniels, in fact, throw it out Slowing down, what is my plan of attack? Growing sound Louder than a pound of that gasoline when it's slapping me You lacking tree, passing these spliffies that I been packaging And packing in wax, wack rappers eat crap Flack jacketing in case he shat, plastering the wall And splattering us all, it's happening I smoke the shatter 'til I fall, bitch
I am addicted to drugs and I'm sick of it Smoke away the stress and then roll up another stick of it I am addicted to drugs and I'm sick of it Needle full of happiness, I tap the skin and then stick it in
We all addicted to drugs and we wired Johnny at work off a Xan-Xan-Xanax, tired Yeah, motherfucker Coughing up black in the shower, motherfucker Pucker up and hock a loogie Hopefully there's ruby in it, you diminish, truly finished I got no time for that, niggas whose rhymes are wack And lines or crack in tiny sacks Spit the facts that bit ya neck, a diamondback Take a sec and check to see ya spine intact Find the pack and tear it open, serotonin mind attack Dopamine is soaking in like hocus pocus, take a toke again And then rewind the track, rewind the track, rewind the track
When I was a youngin I suffered for being different But isn't it funny how by sticking out, I'm fitting in? I think it is indicative of solid qualities And honestly, the flyest niggas stick to shit (Tell 'em) I like to knit a bit and sew a little, my flow is brittle Where is Darkie, nigga? Spit a riddle Fuck with a fiddle like the name implies, patience high Complacent eyes racing I, you'll never buy enough time Rough riding tough hide or thick skin "I stick my dick in a pig pen" and piss ya mom off I tell her I'm soft, but I be at attention Keep the tension in my trousers, I'll arouse her Then allow her all my power in the shower, nigga This is an elegy to celery, a tribute to the green 'Cause it's the only thing these motherfuckers need is getting money But ain't it funny that I like the veggie better? I be chilling off the marijuana bumping Eddie Vedder Fed up with righty bozos and lefty homos Fuck with 'em no mo', I go-go No fucking gadget, you get your bag yet? So big you drag it, your heart has maggots I'm eating celery, Lil Darkie is a faggot magnet This is an elegy to celery, a tribute to the green Ride a stick of celery until you cream This is an elegy to celery, a tribute to the green Fuck your culture, what you say and how you mean to seem
I am addicted to drugs and I'm sick of it Sick of it Sick of it Sick I'm sick of it I'm sick of itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.