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sidney “omen” brown – overdose lyrics

and i’m a leave on one more note
one more motherf-ckin note
it’s like this, look at him

[verse 1: drake]
i ain’t been here in a minute
cut the lights off i feel fantastic right now baby
i said i used to keep the porch lights on and now
i keep the porsche’s lights on just to let them know their foresight’s wrong
where this rapper goin’ with that obscure ice on
he a lame i’m just tryna get my mature life on
od od, everybody know me
even fans that resemble them kids in the o.c
oh me oh my them girls love me like seth cohen
so get a grip get a gl-ss pour the x.o. in
i dare one these n-gg-s to say that i’m not insane
pick a road cause where you drivin is not a lane
and rest in peace to pimp c life is not a game
taking over the world no pinky just a lotta brain
he bout to send them the sh-t that i’m on
you prolly could have predicted i’m on
my sense of judgment is officially gone
up into the air all the smoke from the swisha is blown
i’m grown, i’m grown i’m livin’ in this elevator zone alone
i’m up so high i’m never comin’ down
and you say you got them hoes but they never comin’ round
i got penthouse walls, i stay high above your -ss
and i can see it all, my balcony is gl-ss
and wifey’s over (b-tches)
but moneys over (her)
cause money’s under (nothin’)
my life is such a (blur)
that’s not the way it has to go it’s jus what i prefer
and do not disagree with me it’s best you jus concur
i’m a legend with a legacy that can’t help but survive
even when i f-ckin’ die they gonna bury me alive

[refrain]
and i’m so prestigious, i brought my n-gg-s from the hood to the beaches
i’m livin’ good grippin’ wood with all the features
jesus, my money straight no creases
p p p peep this
we got bottles over here
kush is in the air… we good (o.d. o.d.)
bithces over there… we good (o.d. o.d.)
money on the floor we good, o.d. o.d everybody know me
[verse 2: travis mccoy]
oh no travie high on life again… (wow)
feel like i swallowed a whole bottle of vicodin… (dam)
so high i wanna cry like tiny violins
in my best mode depeche mode enjoy the silence… (shh)
stop the violence, how when every line i write
is like the motherf-ckin watts riots pouring out of my pen
iight dam be easy i’m a get back
gentleman with a superlative use of syntax
and i done gave up the narcotics but i can’t leave the crib without some xanax in my wallet… (nope)
h-llo my name is travie and i’m a life-aholic
told’em all these beats is like the wallace to my gromit
the alfred to my bruce wayne, stripes on my candy cane
one without the other, soul 4 real without the candy rain
super trooper like a gun-toting handyman
ask me how i’m livin bet i tell ya fine and dandy man
check his vital signs, they peakin’ off the meter man
i’mma live forever in neverland with peter pan
f-ck pulling the nine out
i’ma pull a amy winehouse
sippin’ purple rain with mary jane girls in my house
isaiah i’m a see ya when i get there
until then hold me down like gravity it’s travie…uno…easy

[refrain]

[verse 3: mickey factz]
ha i’m bout to overdose on life somebody please p-ss the needle
so if i comatose tonight you won’t have to ask the people
if the things that i seen through my prada frames got me paid
watch me mane i’m c-cky slave with this rocky chain
i got i got my veins cluttered with this bud
and this name of it is fame and it’s all up in my blood
tyna suppress the too fresh feeling i got… oooo yes
i’m in it for the hugest duplex, livin’ like i’m hugh hef
every other night i need a brunette for group s-x
leaving with a bruise neck then i yell whose next… (next)
stand ’em in a line this is new factz city
take this crack between your thighs (yeah)
(mickey what you mean?)
i’m promethazine f-ck the queen
sniff the white horse of success and then let him lean… (let’em see)
tryna match my high on life… (then let’em dream)
gotta catch the spot on my flight
first cl-ss known of the aroma of the smoker life
got me like a stoner, a zoner but nah it’s never over
(mickey what you mean?)
i stick my tongue out sippin remy conceited of i’m teasing every b-m out
hung out with celebrities from every drug house
so when you remember me say that i was strung out
i’m an addict for the green cash i’m a o.d
so fluck going to rehab

[refrain]

- sidney omen brown lyrics

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