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barsthehippie – racing demons lyrics

[prod. lanky]

verse:
isn’t it ironic i hate the that way these people talking
i died in mosh pits
painted my body with toxins
nauseous i’m lost in my head
turning over in my coffin
dead hobbies got me in belief
like a lost ship
i ain’t got feeling
but d-mn my heart drips
knife in my ribs i think she planted
a chip
one of the troubled dips
i’m thinking of punishin’
but avert crashin
the same tactics
is brain damagin’
i hate to patch sh-t
but where’s the f-cking spliff?
need a hit cigarette scent in my hair again
i love that b-tch kakashi 47
rise above my brethren’s
and hoes i need a real one
but where’s the rest of them?
no where in sight no insight
can’t read the mind of a girl who plays with guys
like a game of dice
take a chance for snake eyes
i see the snake lies
but disconnection because of misconceptions got me lost in mentions
uh lost in dimension
i see the way she undressing so i lose protection
and then they hit me with their weapons
like f-ck
that some hoe sh-t
low blow hit blow my d-ck
can’t detest my fit
for the throne
i need a microphone
to spit some sh-t when i’m alone
can’t answer the phone
i don’t like none of you hoes
y’all are always low and l-st for
what i own
what i own something you don’t hold
cause y’all fall for a bro who wants p-ssy and nothing mo
i see the goal
miss my shot like f-ck it tho
p-ss off i don’t want love
i want drugs
i’m a fiend leave me be
my twin brings out the misery
in me so i need the peace
to toke the peace pipe
to feel alright aight?
it’s that price one way
like a street at night
risk your life you only get one
why do the whole time
when you can skip that trife
miss that flight?
it’s okay just light that spliff
uh take that hit and then i trip
like shroomies when i mix a bit
with lucy’s drip
time is bent like her -ss and t-ts
ashin’ and p-ssin’ proceed to light
it up again up with this joint
feeling annoyed when i can’t write
i need to smoke to create
but what’s the sober me say?
i think he dead that boy cray
be dreaming my guru
is not saaaaafe, but i’m feasting
on knowledge and secrets
so y’all can keep up with me
i hate the people it’s funny
but look
isn’t it ironic i hate the that way these people talking
i died in mosh pits
painted my body with toxins
nauseous i’m lost in my head
turning over in my coffin
dead hobbies got me in belief
like a lost ship
i ain’t got feelings
but d-mn my heart drips
knife in my ribs i think she planted
a chip
one of the troubled dips
i’m thinking of punishin’
but avert crashin
the same tactics
is brain damagin’
i hate to patch sh-t

- barsthehippie lyrics

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