RIP THE CHORD OUT

I Start a show
Sippin up a constant flow
Think of stories never told
When i sell it still ain't sold

Id duck n roll
If you ever speak to me
You get a chance
Cuz thats all thats never free

Want to believe
Crazy shit
Happens to me

I know i cope
Justifying through its means
I smoke too much
Start a fire in the trees

Dont give a fuck
Let it spread like disease

Im wit my fiends
No we never aim to please
Serve another cock in ya face
With some beans

I take a bath in a
Tub full of lean
I take a bean
Know that people think im mean

I know im such an addict
Everyday i need a smoke
Make me think dramatic
Shit i act as if it dont

Simple that i won't
Seem to stop
Until im shown

Find it deep below
Under shadows that bestow
Whispers long behold
Pay a price to glow
If you seem to know

We’re blow for blow
Whisper what ya told
When ya soul is sold

I got a pack in the back
And its stinkin up my room
Said rack after rack
Shits gotta stop soon

So looney, make tunes
I get moody, assume
Ya poon prolly consumed
I fuck ass in june
And smoke grass at noon

I suck

*Lou From Paradise*

I'm smoked up
I stay on go and I go nuts

Try to talk down bitch
Try to hoe us
We outside ya crib doing donuts
And I stay with my bros like Jonas

I scream on tracks like Otis
Bouta take the whole beat for ransom they owed us
Im so loose can't control this
Im the coldest, I'm omnipotent, yea