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lane-harry x ike campbell - absinthe lyrics

[intro]
future past f-ck that
in paris with my babies like hov & ye rugrats
going back like “great scott”
shoes designed by j. scott
living fast lane slow it down baywatch

[verse 1]
pinch me if i’m dreaming
drugs will make me numb though
highway to h-ll, i’m just cruising through that tunnel
started as a loser, gradually youtuber
now girls got my lyrics in their mouth like vodka cruiser
did a show in sydney, they loving it like whitney
loved by everyone but f-cking hated in my city
i wonder if they’ll miss me, soon i’ll be f-cking iggy
comparing me to pac but that sh-t is like no biggie
ugh
that last line is gonna make em mad
i don’t give a f-ck, say my name breaking bad
take it back, f-ck that
wake up every morning and i take a f-cking blood bath

[hook]
givenchy givenchy
sprite & cough syrup
just got me some absinthe
imported from europe
made something from nothing
no-one to some
faces turn faceless
wrong side of the gun x2

[verse 2]
used to be so broke piggy banks were like “h-ll no”
now every show making 3g like a cellphone
tell me slow down, free fallin’ tom petty
but i can’t stop ep is top 20
bimmer, benz or bently try toyota camry
girls love beyonce yeah shoutout to shandi
went from a young pup to a f-cking dog backwards
punchlines are like the plague; you can’t help but catch em
battling demons, angels filled with s-m-n
yeah i walked the line but i’m still here like joaquin phoenix
call morgan i’m a free man, girls lining up with knee pads
lane & ike white kel & f-cking kenan

[hook]

[hindenburg sample]
i can’t even talk to people whose friends are on there
ah! it’s–it’s–it’s–it’s … o–ohhh! i–i can’t talk, ladies and gentlemen
honest, it’s just laying there, a m-ss of smoking wreckage

[bridge]
they saying “fool stop” like the end of a sentence
walking round big headed man no rocky dennis
week in the charts acting like i’m all that
so i let this ink pour d-mn new track a rorschach
16. od. medic bed. cpr
world went from black and white to f-cking sepia
old habits returning, spark, sipping and burning
first year of college what the f-ck am i learning?
bright lights and money turn any girl to tuco
saffron wanna hang studio from 2 til 2 though
so f-cking busy got no time for these old friends
cause me and music go together. asian b-tches and old men
shadows on my side ones around me who suffer
shades on my side like “f-ck clashing colours”
this time last year round the time that my dad left
a blunt, trust issues & a bottle of absinthe

- lane harry x ike campbell lyrics

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