Untitled Song
• Written by Capital-Gains
Man I just got one question
All this Xanax
so why am I stressin?
I'm no pharmacist ladies & Gentlemen
But once-a-day
Some freshman babe
will disobey
what her father say
and give me head on the freeway
So It must be obvious
How many times
can that one kid
Sling a few sticks
to an addict
who needs a quick fix
then its back to the mattress
in the trap with a bad bitch
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat
What is that a chopper?
Boy gonna be dead, dumb or need a doctor
when he come thru
sees I hide shit better than
faggot voldemort in Harry Potter
Now he a goner
I'm catchin bodies like patrick bateman
Huey Lewis and The News?
God I fuckin hate them
my doctor recommends I
take my heart pills everyday
But the chest problem I got
Came when Dallas fell in 8th grade
And when Ellie never came back
to high school that day
Whats wrong lil man?
You aint gotta cry
She's in a better place
I guess it was mommy's time
Do you get it now?
can you see it in my eyes?
Ain't nobody gonna grow up for you
I just thought I'd clarify
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Capital-Gains
Member since May 29 2015