Sippin I'm sippin I'm sippin on drank
Sippin I'm sippin I'm sippin on drank
Pouring the act and mix it with the fay
You won't understand what you say
You don't understand anyway
They hate to see me walk into the bank
They rather see me six feet in the grave
Sippin I'm sippin I'm sippin on drank
Sippin I'm sippin I'm sippin on drank
Pouring the act and mix it with the fay
You won't understand what you say
You don't understand anyway
They hate to see me walk into the bank
They rather see me six feet in the grave
Im Walking Im walking Im walking alone
Blicky by my side is ready to go
Selling grams for rock for da dough
Lost in da head, tunnel vision oh no
Buried in da pain but never fold
Heart is aching yeah it burns da soul
Friends say they love you, but feelings grow old
Im catching the time, lets start breaking down
Opps wanna bury me, Wanna see me right 6ft under
Pushing for these better days, But we Never seem to be lucky
Lost another friend he passed away, He was flipping packs for his daughter
Streets is a cold place, Always need one on top of your rocket
As long you ten, and you pushing yo weight
Talking yo talk and backing what you say
Always hunnid when back on the grain
Stumble the rock pick back where you fell
Watch your back watch what you say
Syrup in the hand I'm pouring the drank
Lost and addicted I can't catch a break
Dead inside just pour it again
Sippin I'm sippin I'm sippin on drank
Sippin I'm sippin I'm sippin on drank
Pouring the act and mix it with the fay
You won't understand what you say
You don't understand anyway
They hate to see me walk into the bank
They rather see me six feet in the grave
Sippin I'm sippin I'm sippin on drank
Sippin I'm sippin I'm sippin on drank
Pouring the act and mix it with the fay
You won't understand what you say
You don't understand anyway
They hate to see me walk into the bank
They rather see me six feet in the grave
Belinskii - Fay Lyrics
Belinskii - Fay Lyrics
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Sippin I'm sippin I'm sippin on drank
Sippin I'm sippin I'm sippin on drank
Pouring the act and mix it with the fay
You won't understand what you say
You don't understand anyway
They hate to see me walk into the bank
They rather see me six feet in the grave
Sippin I'm sippin I'm sippin on drank
Sippin I'm sippin I'm sippin on drank
Pouring the act and mix it with the fay
You won't understand what you say
You don't understand anyway
They hate to see me walk into the bank
They rather see me six feet in the grave
Im Walking Im walking Im walking alone
Blicky by my side is ready to go
Selling grams for rock for da dough
Lost in da head, tunnel vision oh no
Buried in da pain but never fold
Heart is aching yeah it burns da soul
Friends say they love you, but feelings grow old
Im catching the time, lets start breaking down
Opps wanna bury me, Wanna see me right 6ft under
Pushing for these better days, But we Never seem to be lucky
Lost another friend he passed away, He was flipping packs for his daughter
Streets is a cold place, Always need one on top of your rocket
As long you ten, and you pushing yo weight
Talking yo talk and backing what you say
Always hunnid when back on the grain
Stumble the rock pick back where you fell
Watch your back watch what you say
Syrup in the hand I'm pouring the drank
Lost and addicted I can't catch a break
Dead inside just pour it again
Sippin I'm sippin I'm sippin on drank
Sippin I'm sippin I'm sippin on drank
Pouring the act and mix it with the fay
You won't understand what you say
You don't understand anyway
They hate to see me walk into the bank
They rather see me six feet in the grave
Sippin I'm sippin I'm sippin on drank
Sippin I'm sippin I'm sippin on drank
Pouring the act and mix it with the fay
You won't understand what you say
You don't understand anyway
They hate to see me walk into the bank
They rather see me six feet in the grave
Sippin I'm sippin I'm sippin on drank
Pouring the act and mix it with the fay
You won't understand what you say
You don't understand anyway
They hate to see me walk into the bank
They rather see me six feet in the grave
Sippin I'm sippin I'm sippin on drank
Sippin I'm sippin I'm sippin on drank
Pouring the act and mix it with the fay
You won't understand what you say
You don't understand anyway
They hate to see me walk into the bank
They rather see me six feet in the grave
Im Walking Im walking Im walking alone
Blicky by my side is ready to go
Selling grams for rock for da dough
Lost in da head, tunnel vision oh no
Buried in da pain but never fold
Heart is aching yeah it burns da soul
Friends say they love you, but feelings grow old
Im catching the time, lets start breaking down
Opps wanna bury me, Wanna see me right 6ft under
Pushing for these better days, But we Never seem to be lucky
Lost another friend he passed away, He was flipping packs for his daughter
Streets is a cold place, Always need one on top of your rocket
As long you ten, and you pushing yo weight
Talking yo talk and backing what you say
Always hunnid when back on the grain
Stumble the rock pick back where you fell
Watch your back watch what you say
Syrup in the hand I'm pouring the drank
Lost and addicted I can't catch a break
Dead inside just pour it again
Sippin I'm sippin I'm sippin on drank
Sippin I'm sippin I'm sippin on drank
Pouring the act and mix it with the fay
You won't understand what you say
You don't understand anyway
They hate to see me walk into the bank
They rather see me six feet in the grave
Sippin I'm sippin I'm sippin on drank
Sippin I'm sippin I'm sippin on drank
Pouring the act and mix it with the fay
You won't understand what you say
You don't understand anyway
They hate to see me walk into the bank
They rather see me six feet in the grave
Writer: Jose Gonzalez
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