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p6(od) - b.b.o.d lyrics

[intro]
blonde b+tches on drugs

[hook]
she numb inside and i can see it in her eyes
she done f+cked around and got too high too many times
the devil in disguise said she’ll just give it just a try
light up a cigarette, it’s closest thing to suicide and—uh

popping off them xannies
no award show but baby girl is at the grammy’s
in miami, came the drugs, say it taste like candy
and the voices in her head are her newest family

and she don’t even know what she got herself into
therе’s coke upon her gums, made hеr colder than an igloo
and now she’s gonna learn in life, there is no f+cking redo
and mother cried so much she just done ran up out of tissue
and you don’t call your dad no more but you know that he miss you
you fell for a n+gga that lookin’ at you like you seafood
’cause he be acting fishy, he don’t even f+cking see you

[verse 1]
yeah
fade my mind and soul away
to another place i could prolly stay
right outside of heaven’s gates
come right down and i’m back in a f+cking maze
zing life till everyone left ’cause i just couldn’t do right
off the drugs, she bounce up on me like a pogo
and i keep going in and out, i’m something like a yo+yo
blonde b+tches love to powder up they nose with some coco
let ’em though, ’cause life’s complex and i’m no one’s romeo

for real
i’ll tell you how it feels
to be up in the hills
and you don’t gotta steal the pills
you don’t gotta sell your soul for that mill in the deal

smoking on the jack like you jill, swaying on your heels
keep things balanced in the middle
and don’t let these n+ggas play you like fiddle
it’s not an easy riddle and it’s not really for fickle

skittles+looking pillies popping out your closet to your noggin
thought you’d stop but it’s too late—all the money’s out your wallet and f+ck

[hook]
she’s numb inside and i can see it in her eyes
she done f+cked around and got too high too many times
the devil in disguise said she’ll just give it just a try
light up a cigarette, it’s closest thing to suicide and—uh
popping off them xannies
no award show but baby girl is at the grammy’s
in miami, came the drugs, say it taste like candy
and the voices in her head are her newest family

and she don’t even know what she got herself into
there’s coke upon her gums, made her colder than an igloo
and now she’s gonna learn in life, there is no f+cking redo
and mother cried so much she just done ran up out of tissue
and you don’t call your dad no more but you know that he miss you
you fell for a n+gga that lookin’ at you like you seafood
’cause he be acting fishy, he don’t even f+cking see you

[outro]
blonde b+tches on drugs

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