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Sober city better miss me
Clocking out-y at like 10 speed
Poppy pupils all that I see
Grippy guts better brace me
Low kick from the speaker, got him dreaming
All the walls in the room keep dancing
Keep seeing me speaking with my demons
Pray the vices will lose them bit faster
Kick swing like I'm sinking, got em thinking
Got to step of the floor that I'm standing
This shit I've been hitting, got me lifting
Fuck it this the ride that we after
Fuck it they be calling me a bastard
My life more than a lil fractured
I ain't with your itty bitty banter
Need me a vice stronger than the last one
Sip, Pop, Flip, Trip
Sip, Pop, Flip, Trip
Mali's puffing gas, Niggas doing fuck
Mali's poppin' tabs, Niggas causing
Ruck ruck ruck ruck ruck
Mali's puffing gas, Niggas doing fuck
Mali's poppin tabs, Niggas causing
Ruck ruck ruck ruck ruck
I be Mali's, I be Niggas, I be striking out, I'm the pitcher
I been zig zag off a mixed bag while a bitch bad come and sip it
Dragon chasing, Memory 'rasing, buzz, baked, blessed and all adjacent
Feeling up high with my pockets dry and the whole world for the taking
I'm flying from the peak, bungee cutting from my feet
Heart thumping in my teeth, ass slipping off my seat
Hand flipping of my buckle, boy he can't help but chuckle
Praying that any luck'll, have him staying in this state
But it wont
Sober city better miss me
Clocking out-y at like 10 speed
Poppy pupils all that I see
Grippy guts better brace