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Post-Nasal Drip
Scoochie Boochie
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Post-nasal drip
Looking good, feeling sick
Pack of tissues in the pocket
Of a million dollar fit
Post-nasal drip
I look hot take a pic
Take a tissue out the box
Drop a bag on a fit
Popping tags on a quarter-zip fleece
Bitch please this sleeve where I wipe snot
Cost me sixty G's
I'm diseased
But I look sick
Sick but I stay ill
Ill but I took swigs
Straight from the Dayquil
Humidifier vapor for a chaser
Humidifier full of Ciroc
I don't know why my breathing is so labored
Even though I'm breathing Ciroc
Dressed to the nines in my finest duds
I'm a tortured artist but with sinus stuff
Sponsorships for tissues just lining up
You got a shoe deal?
I just signed with Puff's
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Snot on my Balenciaga
Wad of tissues in new Prada
Got some issues in my sinus
I just don't do well with pollen
Balling every season
Allergies ain't seasonal
Fall has got me wheezing
Spring has got me feeling gross
Everything designer from the sweater to the Neti Pot
Flowing like this heavy snot
Pull up in the drop top
And my teeth gold
Both cheeks hold
Cough drops
You ever sneezed in a Benz?
Yeah I thought not
You just sit in perfect health
In your Mazda
It's not a common cold
This is top-notch
Going crazy stuck in bed
Franz Kafka
Ciroc in the humidifier
Hotbox
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No joke I'm doing ketamine and coke
And I really talk my talk
Until the point I might go broke
Even when I got them sniffles it's not like I'm not gon smoke
Shawty out in Santa Monica just told me that she's stoked
Got a look up in my eyes
I'm on a mission
Them addies sorta burning when you sniff em
They know I'm sorta different
You're all complicit if you hop up in my car
We the type to light a blunt while drunk driving out to Bard
Put my key inside that powder then I do a bump
Told my homies that I'm rapping and I'm through with Punk
I'm that art creature
It sounds better through your car speakers
And I pull up to your crib like a guitar teacher
Working round the clock
It's never gonna stop
The zaza look like candy and the rosin look like snot
Working round the clock
It's never gonna stop
The zaza look like candy and the rosin look like snot
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