Ice Cold (Eyes Closed)

(album: Magic City - 2014)

You know what I'm talking bout a real mutha fucking pharmacist
[I don't wanna die, wanna die tonight]
Go get you a xan
Two bucks a pop, but don't pop them shits
Flip them quick, five bucks a hit
But then find you a real plug...

Xan me down 'til I'm ice cold
Xan me down 'til my eyes closed
Xan me down 'til I'm ice cold
Xan me down 'til my eyes closed
Please don't let me drive, I'll catch fed time
Please don't let me drive, I'll catch fed time
Head lights streaking by, that's that xan right?
Head lights streaking by, that's that xan right?

Your bitch is a cheetah
I never call her, she be moving too fast
I dress like a loser, to you cause you're stupid
I said fuck all that flexing and told her the future
While you still lie to her, that's why she switches
She lost in this pimping
I go nuts, bananas
Go gibbons
I throw tennis balls and these bitches go get'em
Freddy got magic and talent
I'm gifted
My life is a movie, y-you just a critic
So sit down and listen, you missing it
G-gone like the wind this ain't scripted
Gone like prescriptions, I'm lifted, I feel it
Cause fuck my life
I'll get high if I want to
Sing if I want to
Rap how I want to
Do what I want
Pop a xan, I'm a champion
And I'm a phantom, to all the bullshit
(Do what I want)
Pop a xan, I'm a champion

Xan me down 'til my eyes closed
Xan me down 'til I'm ice cold
Xan me down 'til my eyes closed
Please don't let me drive, I'll catch fed time
Please don't let me drive, I'll catch fed time
Head lights streaking by, that's that xan right?
Head lights streaking by, that's that xan right?