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Fain - On Me Lyrics




Yo I said the buds on me, who wants to get so buzzed they feel nothing
Yo I said the buds on me, who wants to get so buzzed they feel nothing

Hold up homey not your homey for real, just your dealer
And don't you owe me a stack? f*cking crack heads, just cant be real
You know the deal I been rapping out my attic like an addict for some meals
But I'm a cop some wheels first cause I'm ignorant person
And if this rap shit don't work its back to the burners
I'm just talking amurican and stirring up hysteria
Serving up some syrup in your area
Terrible thoughts , I'm spilling em non nonchalant
Probably cause I was raised up on god, guns, drugs
Hard drums, my mama said walk, don't run
So I'm gonna get to sprinting while I'm flipping her off
Cause I'm a white boy tripping off blunts and hip hop
F*ck it, I'm so buzzed I'm counting down for liftoff
Who got the light gear I'm light years from sight
Near the might of Poseidon's trident, enveloped in lightning
Don't try to fight it like tidal waves I'm way above the way you move
So move out the way, or you will get bruised

Yo I said the buds on me, who wants to get so buzzed they feel nothing
Yo I said the buds on me, who wants to get so buzzed they feel nothing

Uh, Can someone turn me up? cause i cant hear my voice over all your thoughts
And I still don't give a f*ck so I'ma run forest down in my truck
Just to keep the buzz from calming down, little V put the G in O.G
I'm like the codeine in lean to this rap shit I'm saying I'm the key
No fronting I just flip too clean, no stunting I guess I'm just too lowkey
When I'm running back from the oven suddenly your hands out
I'm gonna leave your pants down like your manz when your brands south
You just mad you ain't get no hand out, but respect begets respect
You just bitches given neck in the kitchen sticking it out for what
Go settle for a job like hands, goddamn
Canned up, candor and cadence in hurricane
Now who wanna say what, say what, say what about fain

Yo I said the buds on me, who wants to get so buzzed they feel nothing
Yo I said the buds on me, who wants to get so buzzed they feel nothing
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Yo I said the buds on me, who wants to get so buzzed they feel nothing
Yo I said the buds on me, who wants to get so buzzed they feel nothing

Hold up homey not your homey for real, just your dealer
And don't you owe me a stack? f*cking crack heads, just cant be real
You know the deal I been rapping out my attic like an addict for some meals
But I'm a cop some wheels first cause I'm ignorant person
And if this rap shit don't work its back to the burners
I'm just talking amurican and stirring up hysteria
Serving up some syrup in your area
Terrible thoughts , I'm spilling em non nonchalant
Probably cause I was raised up on god, guns, drugs
Hard drums, my mama said walk, don't run
So I'm gonna get to sprinting while I'm flipping her off
Cause I'm a white boy tripping off blunts and hip hop
F*ck it, I'm so buzzed I'm counting down for liftoff
Who got the light gear I'm light years from sight
Near the might of Poseidon's trident, enveloped in lightning
Don't try to fight it like tidal waves I'm way above the way you move
So move out the way, or you will get bruised

Yo I said the buds on me, who wants to get so buzzed they feel nothing
Yo I said the buds on me, who wants to get so buzzed they feel nothing

Uh, Can someone turn me up? cause i cant hear my voice over all your thoughts
And I still don't give a f*ck so I'ma run forest down in my truck
Just to keep the buzz from calming down, little V put the G in O.G
I'm like the codeine in lean to this rap shit I'm saying I'm the key
No fronting I just flip too clean, no stunting I guess I'm just too lowkey
When I'm running back from the oven suddenly your hands out
I'm gonna leave your pants down like your manz when your brands south
You just mad you ain't get no hand out, but respect begets respect
You just bitches given neck in the kitchen sticking it out for what
Go settle for a job like hands, goddamn
Canned up, candor and cadence in hurricane
Now who wanna say what, say what, say what about fain

Yo I said the buds on me, who wants to get so buzzed they feel nothing
Yo I said the buds on me, who wants to get so buzzed they feel nothing
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Writer: Vincent Sokolowski
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Written by: Vincent Sokolowski

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