- Parachute Escape Counseling(Prod. By Mordecai Bea 歌词 Da$h
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- Da$h Parachute Escape Counseling(Prod. By Mordecai Bea 歌词
- Da$h
- Tell your mother I love her, n*gga
As the captain survive the battle
Jacket made from Norwegian cattle
Pills in my pocket sound like a baby rattle
Stomp into the ****pit of the stealth bomber, f*ck karma
Resemble Che Guevara in my recent pictures
Piss expensive liquors
Sexin' on eccentric *****es, it was in the scriptures
Of the good book, Salmon filleted by the good cook
King of my castle through a shook crook
Or a pawn piece, silk on the Don's sheets
Hooked on the pharmies, my head stashed where the bong be
Da$H the field, you catch me where the Gods be
Mt. Olympus, Hera as my mistress
Eating shrimp up off a discus, ***** I really live this
Check the quota, smoking SOMA out in Wigoma
I'm on the Motorola, discussing cash of course
A left jab from Zab had paid the mansion off
Motherf*cker it's him
And I ain't prayed in motherf*cking months
So a n*gga wonder where I'm going when I die
And lately I been talking to these blunts
Cause they the only ones that never ever told a lie
I'm either flying or I'm frying
I'm either flying or I'm frying n*gga
I'm either flying or I'm frying
I'm either flying or I'm frying n*gga
Yo, my self esteems on ***********s, I'm a walking benzo
Got a ***** named Mckenzie but I just call her Kenzo
Stole her father Enzo, smoking in it with the tints low
Now I'm schizo off the blunt
Did it for the stunt, nah, did it for the bread
You in it for the love, ***** I'm in it for the head
Get it right, give a n*gga wife rice out of spite
Made the game, you're playing Fischer Price
Throw the dice, hit the trips, ******* licking d*ck
Kiss the 'wood, grip the Remy fifth, now I'm feeling tips
Get it jumping, some ***** n*ggas think they pumping
My homie showing up with something sure to end the function
Ain't sane, whole squad got the set banged
And most of these rappers need a sex change
Chief hash, eyes lower than my jeans sag
It's "Free Mav" 'til they free Mav
And I ain't prayed in motherf*cking months
So a n*gga wonder where I'm going when I die
And lately I been talking to these blunts
Cause they the only ones that never ever told a lie
I'm either flying or I'm frying
I'm either flying or I'm frying n*gga
I'm either flying or I'm frying
I'm either flying or I'm frying n*gga
(Counseling)
Young and high as if Medusa cut her eyes at me
Cry when I'm happy, laugh when I'm sad
Sayin' she only going to college cause she trying to make her mom happy
Strung out so she don't f*ck with her dad
And she'll do whatever it takes just so I could see the bigger picture
Realest n*gga, roll the **** before a n*gga d*ck her
Said she was a sniffer, but only on occasions
And I couldn't say I minded all these drugs that I be taking
Conversations, situation got her ridin' like she brakeless
But maybe she wanted out, I never asked the *****
But that actavis and hash and cabbage spliff will have you on some bastard sh*t
Muscle relaxers injested after I crashed the whip
She started screamin' so loud that a n*gga had to smack her, sh*t
Now I'm a lone ranger
Saddle crafted after mastiff skin, so you can see I'm on my bullsh*t
Like a preacher from the pulpit
Or a skeezer with a full lip schemin' on a full grip
"F*ck 'em", ain't much more that a n*gga could tell her
Heads spinnin' like propellors, vision impaired, Helen Keller
From this Crown that I'm drowning in
I found a pool full of liquor and I dived in it
Ride tinted, lime scented, dimes in it
All these rap lines is just the life that I'm livin'
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