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little foot (odd one out) - drugs, girls, money, liquor lyrics

[verse 1:]
girl, you can find me breaking up prescription drugs on egyptian rugs
i’m too blazed to be depicted thugs, with blunts like “huh?”
my ziplocs used to be in tip top form, like my hip+hop
then one morning police swarmed the dorm
i was warned, but didn’t listen, ignored my inhibitions
i was snorin’ but they had warrants so now my parents b+tchin’
and no tuition because of my drug addiction
“oh, are you lyin’!” nah, b+tch, it’s non+fiction
these blondes and brunettes, godd+mn ruthless
my wallet, man it’s [??] and starvin’, it’s quite r+t+rded
girls, you can’t take them out like the garbage
when the dinner costs more than the rent for your apartment
they want diamonds, islands, expensive bottles
i’m like “how about the dollar menu at mcdonalds?”
but no girls is on their knees for fries and double cheese
jeez, at least my right hand will f+ck me for free!
[hook:]
what’s it all about?
if you feel me say
drugs, girls, money, liquor have got me
minding my dimes and nickles
still i’m alright
just as long as i’m myself it’s cool
i’m just trying not to be a tool
and if you feel me say
drugs, girls, money, liquor have got me
minding my dimes and nickles
nonetheless i’m alright
cause as long as i’m myself it’s cool
i’m just trying not to be a tool

[verse 2:]
still i’m unequivocally ill, with no deal
wells, like the girl from the ring, man no bling!
man, i got no ice like summer, my bank account’s a bummer
call my mom’s house, baby i don’t got my own number
and i ain’t stinkin’ rich, but at least i don’t stank
f+ck irrational sk+nks at ocean national bank
man i’m broke, but still breaking the garcia vega
i be fiendin’ white castle or sonic like (sega!)
muchos cannabis, i’m a blunt +n+lyst
burritos, fritos, cheetos, and a sand+a+wich
i got the munchies, dank smellin’ funky
chunky blunts longer than a candle stick
man, i like herbal sh+t, percocet, vicodin
it’s like heineken after heineken
i freestyle and rhyme again
also i’m drunk, trying to find ‘shrooms
and this slam pig’s starting to look like heidi klum
[hook:]
if you feel me say
drugs, girls, money, liquor have got me
minding my dimes and nickles
still i’m alright
as long as i’m myself it’s cool
i’m just trying not to be a tool
if you feel me say
drugs, girls, money, liquor have got me
minding my dimes and nickles
still i’m alright
cause as long as i’m myself it’s cool
i’m just trying not to be a tool

[verse 3:]
well it’s 4 a.m., bag with stems
no money, no honey
and this liquor got me feeling crummy
in a secluded room, i be getting buddha
thrice times booted, find me where the food is???????
i be stu+studderin’ and pukin’ sh+t up
like the second half of 2 girls 1 cup
lamented exes and pimpin’ sl+ts
cause i’m drunk like, “whaaa+ girl, i don’t give a f+ck”
i’ll be drunk dialin’, freestylin’
[?] zoned out, rocking closed eye+a+lids
you’ll never find ryan lyin’ on the mic
but you might find ryan high, lyin’ on a+
[hook:]
if you feel me say
drugs, girls, money, liquor have got me
minding my dimes and nickles
but still i’m alright
as long as i’m myself it’s cool
i’m just trying not to be a tool
if you feel me say
drugs, girls, money, liquor have got me
minding my dimes and nickles

- little foot odd one out lyrics

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