DANCING WITH THE STARS II

[Chorus]
Feels like I'm back from hell
I pop a perc, I'm high as hell
I just made yo' bitch my clientele
I got some wishes, they dead and they by the well
I got some junkies, they getting saved by the bell
You know I'm going up but I still break down prescriptions
When there’s a will, there’s a way, gotta get to the digits
I look in the mirror and see me a million
No I don’t give two fucks 'bout no fucking critic
Better go better yourself and stop being a bitch
Tryna run with the swag, that must be my kid
Shе fuck with the swag 'cause she see I'm Rick

[Verse]
Brand nеw scripts, let’s get 'em gone
Bitch, I get high like it’s no tomorrow
I serve a junkie, he said "see you tomorrow"
I’m with my demons like it’s nothing wrong
First I boot up, then get in my zone
And you know I can’t pick up the phone
Fuck 'em, all they do is talk
Pop a Xan, you popping chalk
Gimme twenty minutes 'til I'm back dancing with the stars
Junkies lined up, like it’s Mardi Gras
Serve 'em once, then it’s au revoir
Surf Gang Techboyz, balling like a scrimmage
Coming in first from the start to the finish
I think I got a hex on me, I was fucking a witch
New script of the perc and the Xan, that’s a brand new kit
I’m rocking designer, I don’t shop at Kith
You the type of go buy cereal from Kith

[Chorus]
Feels like I'm back from hell
I pop a perc, I'm high as hell
I just made yo' bitch my clientele
I got some wishes, they dead and they by the well
I got some junkies, they getting saved by the bell
You know I'm going up but I still break down prescriptions
When there’s a will, there’s a way, gotta get to the digits
I look in the mirror and see me a million
No I don’t give two fucks 'bout no fucking critic
Better go better yourself and stop being a bitch
Tryna run with the swag, that must be my kid
She fuck with the swag 'cause she see I'm Rick