Broken bottles oil stains
Syringes empty cellophane
Boils on the skin
Mursa eating all the flesh away
Alvarado mayhem
Methadone up the dose
Bloody moon meth shots
Chiva till I overdosed
Faded when I sniffed the pink graffiti
Got a fat cat no cat been sick
Cold sweats
Cul-de-sac
24 grams find a piece
I remember that
Hold up in a hospital
Lose my soul level up
West lake double up my funds
Know it’s devil’s luck
L.A county legend in the blues
Roxy sniff em up
Zany bar straight and barter in a blackout
Trap house bomber
Phone rigged finished out
I was in a momo with your broad and I smash mouth
Porno takes
Dilated eyes on a g binge
Acid trip rabbit hole
Falling off the deep end
Catch a case never trip
Fail me by the weekend
Cook it up in candlelight
Fenty in the foil
Zombie staph assault
Paralysis the norm
Bolts up in my neck
Till my spirit torn
Born again bottomless
Fire up the torch
Like we have a lot of things that are going on downtown right here
I’ve got running from here and pouring
Knife out on my you can’t sell no dope right here
I tell them like this you got me up before the scene
I’m dollar dissolve an underwater dream
Overdose heavy head
Lifted on a higher beam
Clinics up the milligram
120 then I cop the bat
Flip a couple scripts
Forge another doctor’s autograph
Heat lamp to the kettle
Center heads can feel the temperament
Got an issue keep it dirty where I rest my neck
Sauna for the urine test
Towers I ain’t going back
Thunder dome super max
Cracking like a cavi blast
Rest in peace to cadillac jacket got the travel pass
Greyhound generation
Slide through counties with the turkey bass
Was on the hill trading hippies for the pill
Press files at the 25
My sunken eyes are still red
Shot the bloody mary barely well
I’ve just a half a gram
Muscle shot metro stops
My cities a traffic jam
Composter print the cards built in enterprise
Stolen whips heists to pull up with balloons
Fade away catch my drift
Real spit fucking salivate
Keep them just to count my weight
Lines will make you levitate
Rack em let me demonstrate
Your cruise a bunch of featherweights
Emulate a sour face
You know where I rest
Plant some roses when you’re at my way
Death might be my only skate
Till then rep the golden state
Long before I’m old and great
Dying in a lonely place
Leave a couple cottons plus an outfit for my protege
Keep the prophet’s pile until the damn my spirit
If you had three wishes what would they be
See I probably wish that I could take some type of pill that would make me never remember what opiates feel like
And then a second wish would probably be to have my dog back
And the third wish would probably be to have my cat back
Yeah that’s what I’d wish for
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