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Destitute

 

Destitute

(Album: Winter Booty Icicles - 2017)


[J. Norm:]
Living life in destitute where nothing is an absolute
I dreamt we flew in falling down and I ain't got no parachute
You crazy cute I got addicted
Kicked my heart out my chest I got evicted
These hard niggas never get it same shit
Thought I would never spit it, but things change
I'm caught in flames, only time I'm cool is when it rains
Never the same
At the end the burn stains still remains
Same with the pain until my fatass go to Cane's
So then I'm blowing out my fucking brains the same thing
Thought you was the one
Sleeping hard you gave me a dream shaped like a larger one
You got the magic wand and it's just begun, this isn't fun
I got the gun like Johnny Gat the
Heart attack is coming back and as a fact
You ain't got no time to react
The tale of two young cats smothered in boom bats my lungs collapse
When the John's relapse and I say "aw crap"

[DBangz:]
It's been a wild little while, high as fuck off of Vicodin
I get a few more bitches everytime I touch the mic again
It's only right to keep it tight and hydrate off this hydrogen
Cus I'm wet
Get it, make you faggot fuckers step to this
Basic bitches say my style sharper than a pencil tip
I settle down and wipe the pride up on a hankerchief
I ain't putting nobody on don't say I'm fucking fake for this
Bitches, money problems we calling them to the altar
Of God, that nigga ain't calling back
Falling back cus we faltered
Y'all go ahead pray for Houston, I'll go pray for better music
That gives me bitches with booties the size of African dudes dicks
I'm too sick, cancer patient
I'm waiting for better cadences
Waiting on Jesus I swear on his pops I don't need him
Living life in destitute where nothing is an absolute
I dreamt we flew in falling down and I ain't got no parachute

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