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Overdose
Ben Beal
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Masa, motherfucker
I don't know where my head's been
On the corner feelin' like a veteran
Orders always with me, don't question, bitch, it's my medicine
Had my time with all that, product of the boom bap
Comin' from New York and DC whippin' durags
Forties with the duct tape, I'm chillin' with your crime date
I did a lot of stupid shit with hooligans I can't name
I really hate to say this, but my dad was in Las Vegas
When that fuckin' retard took his guns and aimed it at their faces
So I brought him out to DC so he could chill and see me
What made it Tokyo, so our moods change quickly
I've always been a hypochondriac with the fuckin' grass
But sold my soul to labels for a jacket and a hat rack
Face tatted Van Frank, feelin' like a cat scratch
Change my name to Lil Xan, load my Herschel backpack
Thirty thousand beans and a million dollar dream
Ben Bill in the Prius pullin' up to the motherfuckin' scene
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Oh, overdose, overdose, coolin' with the Holy Ghost
Been a minute waitin' on the phone, never goin' home
You are never goin' home
Way to make the most of the day
Now we dealin' with the overdose, overdose
Coolin' with the Holy Ghost
Been a minute waitin' on the phone, never goin' home
You are never goin' home
Way to make the most of the day
Now you're dealin' with the overdose, overdose
It's all good, it's a motherfuckin' overdose, overdose
It's just chillin'
I don't like this whip, crash it
My whole life is wrapped in plastic
Hit my head up on the floor and got my blood up on my fabric
That's fantastic, live the life of an addict
So much time up on my hands like I took your watch
But I don't even have it
Should I even care that I just missed a week?
I'm the only one who's makin' waves, it's not a mystery
It's B to the B to the B to the B
Take your bitch to the beach, purple dreamin' off the lean
Got a check for three thousand sixty-three, look at me
Makin' more than your family, throwin' it to charity
Ayahuasca for the clarity
My friends don't talk to guys who I'ma try
I'm just waitin' for my next day off
What are you talkin' about?
Yo, get me to bounce out with that instrumental, bro
Let me go off of that right quick, you know what I'm talkin' about?
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