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epidemic

 

epidemic


Yo (Ayy, ayy)

Packed downpipe in the Christmas lights
In the middle room, fried on a Wednesday night
One track mind and I never think twice
Wrist water hit the light look like Gatorade white
Checkered up vans like Talladega Nights
John Reilly with the curls, Ricky Bobby with the drive
Crystal Skull and Five Alive, Solo mission stay inside
Phony figures can't confide in many people in my life
I'm working like it's do or die, but still find time for getting high
Crush a q and resupply, stoned flow is verbal arsenic
The sauce brewed and the fans fucked with it
Jealousy an epidemic

Epidemic, you infected, don't get close to me (Don't get close)
Had no reason, had no traction
What the fuck you see? (Fuck)
I still hear your past emotions calling out to me (Calling out)
Did the same thing as my baby and just let it be (As my baby)

Epidemic, you infected, don't get close to me (Don't get close)
Had no reason, had no traction
What the fuck you see? (What the fuck)
I still hear your past emotions calling out to me (Callin')
Did the same thing as my baby and just let it be

Gmail full of you fell off shit, I wonder how it felt to send it (How?)
What the fuck did I fall off of, if I had barely had leverage
If I had barely had the traction, when every song I made was rationed
When all the lyrics started matching
Now with this unreleased, I'm laughing
Project worth of em no cap, upload all of em with no caps
Diamond mine this one could make me shine
Like a bald broski with no cap, taking shots but got no strap
Flood the hats and put no claps
Now the beat sound like the crowds bad
But there's no crowd at the mousepad
B cup bra on the mattress, double cup but like no ac
Got a bad one on my ballsack, cup it up like a jock strap
So good, I had to spit about it
When she use her knees like Ong Bak
Clothes throwing on, I'm already gone
She said "There he go", no Kodak

Epidemic, you infected, don't get close to me (Don't get close)
Had no reason, had no traction
What the fuck you see? (What the fuck)
I still hear your past emotions calling out to me (Callin')
Did the same thing as my baby and just let it be

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