BRAIN DAMAGE (PROD. WENDIGO)
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Dark Kids, no friends
Smoking down the whole ten
Nigga talking shit
He must be asking for the pole then
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop (Pop, pop)
Nigga talking mad shit, he get got (Get got)
My shit in the carpool lane, three on it (Three on it)
Triple threat, put your press on it
Triple that, run it like Sonic, Speedy Gonzalez
Got the pussy on my pallet, shawty be all on my phallus
Yelling with malice, take her to Wonderland like she was Alice
Heart on my hand, I got a rock on my chin like a band
I got a chain on my neck like medieval
I be so fly in the sky like a seagull
I be so high in my mind off of boof
I am a tile inside of the roof
I am a mile outside and I shoot
I am a ranger, dangerous dude
I'm filled with anger, misunderstood
Hop in your whip, I piss on your hood
I wanna die like half of the time
So half of me lying and half of me good
Dark Kids, no friends
Smoking down the whole ten
Nigga talking shit
He must be asking for the pole then
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop (Pop, pop)
Nigga talking mad shit, he get got (Get got)
I ain't been dealing
I been reeling, kneeling, feeling bad
Fuck what you feeling
Put your spirit through the ceiling, yeah
Uh, yuh, ayy, huh, yuh, ayy
Yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy, yah, ayy, yah, ayy, yuh, ayy, huh, yeah
I been smoking cheeks like a leech
Sucking blunts and ducking niggas in the frondas
Wanna get high, cannot be shy, it's implied
Darkie smoking 'til he cannot feel his eyes, marijuana
Darkie smoking 'til he cannot feel his eyes, marijuana
Darkie smoking 'til he cannot feel his eyes 'cause he wanna
Darkie smoking 'til he far away from you sons of bitches
Darkie eating 'cause we clean but we still got tons of dishes, bitches
Dark Kids, no friends
Smoking down the whole ten
Nigga talking shit
He must be asking for the stick, yuh
Hit him with a brick, yuh
Send him to Divine, yuh
For a split second, he could see my barrel shine, yuh
This message is brought to you from Darkies of America
Striving every day to be as grimy as possible
And yell as much as possible
Kill as many people as possible
Smoke as many loud as possible