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vic mensa - klonopin lyrics

[intro]
hooligans

[chorus: vic mensa]
cooling on the air with the squad in here
fresco got the judge we ain’t squabblin’
on that bullsh-t like dennis rodman
bussin’ off a adderall i need me a klonopin
savemoney sh-t b-tch, we the hooligans
you know how we rock, it’s the roc in here
drunk and belligerent we wildin’
i don’t wanna feel sh-t i need me a klonopin

[verse 1: vic mensa]
we the hooligans we orchestrate the violence
kami put molly in my cîroc again (f-ck!)
hit ’em with a bat, man, i’m robbin’ em
now we talkin’ to the court like johnnie cochran (snitches!)
shawty just a thot she a hypothesis
lemme put it on her lips like collagen
never been to college giving lectures at harvard
she magna c-m laude, i made her c-m louder, ah!
never been average, been anti-establishment
i don’t even wear them sh-ts
i’ll f-ck them nikes ’cause of kaepernick
no cap, got the team on my back like i’m in a throwback (cap)
put numbers on the board like stats
fresco gon’ shoot i ain’t talkin’ ’bout crack (boom! boom! boom!)

[chorus: vic mensa]
cooling on the ave with the squad in here
fresco got the judge we ain’t squabblin’
on that bullsh-t like dennis rodman
bussin’ off a adderall i need me a klonopin
savemoney sh-t b-tch, we the hooligans
you know how we rock, it’s the roc in here
drunk and belligerent we wildin’
i don’t wanna feel sh-t i need me a klonopin

[verse 2: vic mensa]
27 club, hall of fame, a self medicator
rollin swisha paper, like onyx i got sticky fingers
tom petty heartbreaker, freefallin’ off the cradle
tell the label cut the check, that’s rock, scissors, paper (woo!)
money is good for my health (uh) i knew the drugs wouldn’t help
often times i think of hanging myself, like alex mcqueen, give me the belt (uh)
i got a reason to live (yuh)
already been through h-ll (uh)
but i got a ‘script for the meds (why?)
’cause i got pain to k!ll

[outro: korporate]
i know at some point
everybody that had a little demo they ain’t do no justice
cappin’, that moment when you realise you lost one?
that sh-t hurt i ain’t gon’ lie to ya
players f-ck up though

- vic mensa lyrics

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