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wifisfuneral - 25 lighters lyrics

[intro]
ayy
got it on smash
ayy, ayy, yuh

[chorus]
okay, like, 25 lighters on my dresser (ayy)
i woke up still dead, forgot to mention (ayy)
i’m sick off the drugs, like, what’s my best bet? (okay)
i’m sick off the drugs, like, what’s my best bet? (okay)
okay, like, 25 lighters on my dresser (okay)
i woke up still dead, forgot to mention (what?)
i’m sick off the drugs, like, what’s my best bet? (huh?)
i’m sick off the drugs, like, what’s my best bet?

[verse 1]
okay, like, smokin’ on this k!ll, i’m so f-cked up, my life’s a interlude
pretty sure i held my pride, if i can’t die, like, what got into you?
peep up how she pushin’ on my whip now, hip now
i just spent a quarter on my wrist, like, what that sh-t ’bout?
this is real life, no cap, i’m on the tac, like, “check my fist now”
hol’ up, like, keep your breath, i stay off edge, like, who my sh-t now?
listen, okay, all my life been deaded, deadman bless me ’till i’m restless
bring it back, write my thoughts to mention, burn my past until it’s present
you can’t k!ll my soul, forget it, you too evil for my section
wait, like, tell me why i’m better then? b-tch check out my letterman
hand free smoke like cigarettes
they new sh-t not my biggest threat
like, b-tch, i’m in my element

[bridge]
bring it back, brick back, hold that, uh
we can only minus with the toe tag
all up in the middle, run four flat, uh
all up in the middle, run four flat, uh
bring it back, brick back, hold that, uh
we can only minus with the toe tag
all up in the middle, run four flat, uh
all up in the middle, run four flat, uh

[verse 2]
now check this, whether you love me, or you hate me, it’s the same thing
keep my name alive and keep thinkin’ you about to switch these lanes
now let’s not talk my pinky rings, silver surf my wave, you listenin’
hunnids in the back door, check it in, fast with the work like a mexican
like, why i still walk dead but this ain’t past tense?
i’m walkin’ right through by my grave, these boys, they has-beens
you see, like 30,000 i could wipe my -ss with
but i remember, i ain’t had no place to crash with
they want my energy, oh please, like they could have it
but i can’t trust you in my circle if you cappin’
them bricks look just like air force 1’s, all white, yeah, that’s it
i’m smokin’ k!ll inside this wood, that’s straight boom-bap stick
you know that b-tch, she not a 10, that hoe a catfish
inside my louis duffle, what i clean them racks with
i stretch that money like i’m mr. fantastic
i stretch them rubber bands, poppin’ just like elastic
like why they actin’?

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