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sir gregory von gotham - poison lyrics

[hook]
i’m doing dope
i kind of hope that it k!ll me
you really wouldn’t know what i’m feeling
i’m filling up baggies with pills and i’m stacking
but every time i cop a pack back to nil
and we really been hustling
this batch hitting make you go bat sh+t
go and tell you momma and your brother and your cousin ‘nem
poison + they loving it

[verse 1]
i remember tripping off acid skipping class
and getting searched by the pigs
cause we were smoking on the park bench
and i remember telling shawty ‘shut the f+ck up’
cause she moaning too loud in my mom and dad apartment
but i can’t remember quite when it all got so dark, man
i recall shawty riding while i’m nodding off, thinking i might die
brody od’d off my sh+t + i almost cried
[hook]
now i’m doing dope
i kind of hope that it k!ll me
you really wouldn’t know what i’m feeling
i’m filling up baggies with pills and i’m stacking
but every time i cop a pack back to nil
and we really been hustling
this batch hitting make you go bat sh+t
go and tell you momma and your brother and your cousin ‘nem
poison + they loving it

[verse 2]
feel like i manage a f+cking mcdonald’s
i ain’t seen no godd+mn escobar dollars
blow a pack on a b+tch i gotta get some more tomorrow
how i end up in red + sorry that i left you on read and went ghost
and then you saw me at the party + awkward
but it’s two fifty an eighth if you want work
split it with your homegirls, let’s get litty
goth friend popping out a tiitty

[bridge]
now wine up ya waist
i’m bending fire let’s light up the place
and i got it on lock like i am the safe
and i probably won’t stop til i’m in the grave
i’m doing great + i hope that i live forever
side thing in stilettos and leather
she told me no hands whatever
throw her on the bed get her wetter
don’t call for a week then i wrote her a letter, said
[hook]
i’m doing dope
i kind of hope that it k!ll me
you really wouldn’t know what i’m feeling
i’m filling up baggies with pills and i’m stacking
but every time i cop a pack back to nil
and we really been hustling
this batch hitting make you go bat sh+t
go and tell you momma and your brother and your cousin ‘nem
poison + they loving it

- sir gregory von gotham lyrics

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