F*cked up I ain't got no feelings
When I'm perked up
I'm back to sipping tris
I pour a four in a kombucha
I sip too much then I turn into a demon
Like I ain't there at all
That boy tried me he ended up sleeping
Gave him the death rattle
Now he a dead man
Got his momma in the prayer hall
Hellcat be spitting while I'm sliding
Its got hairballs my pistols an addict
It had a relapse hollows turn your dome to mist
Every time I shoot it don't miss
I catch a body then go hit a lick
I took the safety off matter fact I always keep it off
One in the head ill blast it off
I grip the Glock like I'm
F*cked up I ain't got no feelings
When I'm perked up
I'm back to sipping tris
I pour a four in a kombucha
I sip too much then I turn into a demon
Like I ain't there at all
That boy tried me he ended up sleeping
Gave him the death rattle
Cartiae - Kombucha Lyrics
Cartiae - Kombucha Lyrics
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F*cked up I ain't got no feelings
When I'm perked up
I'm back to sipping tris
I pour a four in a kombucha
I sip too much then I turn into a demon
Like I ain't there at all
That boy tried me he ended up sleeping
Gave him the death rattle
Now he a dead man
Got his momma in the prayer hall
Hellcat be spitting while I'm sliding
Its got hairballs my pistols an addict
It had a relapse hollows turn your dome to mist
Every time I shoot it don't miss
I catch a body then go hit a lick
I took the safety off matter fact I always keep it off
One in the head ill blast it off
I grip the Glock like I'm
F*cked up I ain't got no feelings
When I'm perked up
I'm back to sipping tris
I pour a four in a kombucha
I sip too much then I turn into a demon
Like I ain't there at all
That boy tried me he ended up sleeping
Gave him the death rattle
When I'm perked up
I'm back to sipping tris
I pour a four in a kombucha
I sip too much then I turn into a demon
Like I ain't there at all
That boy tried me he ended up sleeping
Gave him the death rattle
Now he a dead man
Got his momma in the prayer hall
Hellcat be spitting while I'm sliding
Its got hairballs my pistols an addict
It had a relapse hollows turn your dome to mist
Every time I shoot it don't miss
I catch a body then go hit a lick
I took the safety off matter fact I always keep it off
One in the head ill blast it off
I grip the Glock like I'm
F*cked up I ain't got no feelings
When I'm perked up
I'm back to sipping tris
I pour a four in a kombucha
I sip too much then I turn into a demon
Like I ain't there at all
That boy tried me he ended up sleeping
Gave him the death rattle
Writer: Elijah Gates
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