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chris karell - whole sack of dope lyrics

“whole sack of dope”

[verse1:]
money makes the whole world spin, if you lacking it then yours won’t rotate
as a result, n-ggas chasing p-ssy in hopes that it somehow compensates
young, broke and handsome, so accustomed to the random
nuttin’ on women we ain’t know, but still hit since we’re so numb
johnny hit me on me my cellphone
saying times are hard like cement floors
mom’s wrestling with cancer and i’m the closest friend to a pastor
“don’t wanna bother with issues i can’t handle myself
to completely tell the truth, even some money wouldn’t help
but at least i could pay my tenant a small part of the rent
plus my girl has left, saying she scared of where this thing might end
prolly sucking on some n-gga d-ck, should’ve listened back then
you warned me but i kept my faith in cupid, how stupid i am
nevermind, looking at my plate i got a bigger fish to fry
i’m hitting rock bottom and i can’t fathom what’s happening right now
i never been one of them n-ggas resorting to endorphines or liquor, rather be chilling but what is a n-gga to do when life’s pointing a gun at your head and the index finger’s almost pulling the trigger? – go out and figure
lately, i been tryna find god
each day i work my -ss off
paying taxes and bills off
what have i done to deserve this?-
let me know”

[chorus:]
dope, right now
i’m blowin’ a whole sack of dope, right now
i’m blowin’ a whole sack of dope, right now
cuz i got holes in my pockets
yeah, i said dope, right now
i’m blowin’ a whole sack of dope, right now
i’m blowin’ a whole sack of dope, right now
cuz i got holes in my pockets

[verse2:]
in terms of empty pockets
i’m a connoisseur, i get it
music cost me quite a fortune
just for someone to hate on it
when they be on their pads, behind their screens
it’s easy to tear everything – down
but this is something that i’d die for
the hours i lost i can’t catch up
and being conscious is a hustle
it don’t make dollars ‘less you’re k. dot
or common
otherwise, you’re prolly way too common
if you ain’t played in the club then n-gga you not really poppin’
anyway, i’m working till my voice gives up on me
you should too if anybody’s ever told ya, you ain’t sh-t
this for all the fathers, baby-mommas fighting for their kids
work their fingers to the bones for them to have what they ain’t had
godd-mn, when you’re as low as this
there’s only one way you can co-exist
with pain – how’s the blunt?
let me know, yeah

- chris karell lyrics

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