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psychodelicate - wine lyrics

[verse 1: jazz vicaris]
i wear vans more than jordans
so i’m misunderstood
i got plans and i ain’t sharin’
hoe i wish that you would
i will sn+tch your cz chains
just to show you a chump
and my n+ggas feel no pain
my n+ggas fiending for bucks

[verse 2: droogie]
we keep an upscale group of dirty items and diamonds
they keep a large scale coupe of dirty money in pocket
cause we shield our face deep inside the cloak of a lyric
creeping deep in sleeved sheets because they sleep when they hear it

[verse 3: syd solanke]
never change, never switching lanes
miss me with that lame
sh+t is same
k!lling b+tches daily
sipping on champagne
bitter crazy
do you see this chain?
i ripped it off yo’ mane
b+tch my game
glitching еvery level
nеver feeling shame
yuh
[verse 4: jazz vicaris]
my b+tch so bad she need timeout
no sign in, no sign out
new pair of kicks and they lime now
i bein’ stalked till the light’s out
the vans in iraq and our canvas
they hide like c+o+d campin’
if n+ggas got problems we (?) one of you dropping like dandruff
i’m your father don’t talk back (nope)
i want the world like i’m thanos
i’m (?)
starin’ at the jacket, it’s camo
ion know why, ’cause they love me
even though my skin tinted
no more finger for them digits
we transgress, no witness

[verse 5: droogie]
pour another glass if you’d like it
got sworn by the books, they quiet
and i know they love this (?)
with the pimped out (?) the girls that hide it
so jam to the tunes like clockwork
make your eyes wide shut cause it might work
got love for the friends who care
cause they love this schizo with f+cked up hair, like
[verse 1: jazz vicaris]
i wear vans more than jordans
so i’m misunderstood
i got plans and i ain’t sharin’
hoe i wish that you would
i will sn+tch your cz chains
just to show you a chump
and my n+ggas feel no pain
my n+ggas fiending for bucks

[verse 2: droogie]
we keep an upscale group of dirty items and diamonds
they keep a large scale coupe of dirty money in pocket
cause we shield our face deep inside the cloak of a lyric
creeping deep in sleeved sheets because they sleep when they hear it

i need dyfs in my house
now my dad gon’ kick me out
mommy turned into a sl+t
spend a check on her for what?
my anxiety a b+tch
ain’t no riches from a sh+t
spend my whole check on a shirt
give ’em all what they deserve

wanna k!ll n+gga, just go be a cop
only see green so why would i stop
(?) my girl from the ‘burbs
(?)
we don’t tell the slurs
you k!ll ’em with kindness
i k!ll ’em with words
used to be broke
now it’s checks for the verbs
t++th full of holes
my eyes start to swell
my friends still wonder why mamma+
she know

i’m not stable (i’m unstable)
i’m insane (i’m insane)
b+tches say they know me
but can’t figure out the name
i was a mistake, now i’m the +rg+sm’s finest
ironic
sh+t, i will motherf+cking time this ni+

[verse 7: syd solanke]
aim down with no red dot
no chain stop n’ yo’ legs chop
you ain’t safe and you can’t help
and i won’t change, it don’t pay off to me
five carcasses, dead cops
psychotic team, we got the doctor bleeding
got an awkward female and (?)
i’ma probably teach you how to properly beat it
awkwafina filled with diarrhea
started constant creepin’ on the father cheatin’
consultation with my ma’ and a p+n+s
they the only ones who ever tried to ease me
i’m a prophet speakin’ of the c+ck of jesus
prophecy readin’ i’ma lead with demons
i’ma stop the peace (?)
keep the prophets, i’ma lead to fiji

[verse 8: jazz vicaris]
you done
brain showin’ no guts
gun you down till you dust
i cleared your head like a nut bust
came, gave you no f+cks
ain’t worth it to start runnin’
tied you down in the trunk
wasting your ash will be much fun

i go (?)
try to (?)
pigeon sh+t off a credit (?)
i can vix a b+tch down to my cave
respect to listen and feel the pain
want to k!ll, k!ll
my wrists restrained
and my d+ck is aching
my kids complainin’
quick with blades
don’t think escape
only waves you making is (?)

[verse 9: droogie]
my mommy didn’t love me well enough to give me some guidance
i’m feeling isolated, lonely with a sprinkle of violence
i wanna spit into the face of every f+ggot who hate me
the love and sh+t that makes me happy, f+cking scream “come and get me”
cause i got love for my art
i got love for this craft
you need love for these kids
buy my time while you’re passed
different home after dark
got my mic up in my bag
beat the f+ck out of myself
till the medic says he’s+ (dead)

cause what’s the coroner report?
died of boredom in his room?
execute at breaking rules
skinny f+ggot+acting fool
hair is long and covers truth
hate that b+tch way more than you
she just left up out the room
hope she makes it to my tomb
saw my birth, i don’t care
f+ck with droogie, if you dare
swimming peacefully up in my needless needs of childcare
i don’t wanna face my demons, it’s just way too much to bear
fair is well, well is fair
f+ck you b+tch, i don’t care
’cause i care

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