Sour Patch Kids Video (MV)

I look like a fat Lil Xan
But I switched the candy for the pills in my hand
And when I'm too f*cked up I can't stand
If I'm still breathing in a year let's make some plans
I look like a fat Lil Xan
But I switched the candy for the pills in my hand
And when I'm too f*cked up I can't stand
If I'm still breathing in a year let's make some plans

Shit gets f*cking spooky when the moon is out
Rollin' past your house, the windows down, we tryna air it out
Went on a bender down in Boulder but I'm different now
Snakes in the grass, ain't nobody suck the venom out
We lookin' cute but I'm hiding my face from camera
I recorded this shit when Kee Kee was up in Canada
The black forces is matching the mask and bandana
The way I keep the strap, I'm just waiting to toast the ante up
It's evident that you ain't really part my slime
And we both know that it's over, the arguments pass the time
My favorite memories bent as a jack knife
In my bedroom, the time in the afternoon, 'bout nine
My dreams diminishin', eyes open, it's 10 A.M.
I'm 'bout to ditch the verse, pick up the work, and start to sin again
I slit my wrists and hit record, I'm 'bout to send it in
Money can't erase the pain, but it's a sedative

I look like a fat Lil Xan
But I switched the candy for the pills in my hand
And when I'm too f*cked up I can't stand
If I'm still breathing in a year let's make some plans
I look like a fat Lil Xan
But I switched the candy for the pills in my hand
And when I'm too f*cked up I can't stand
If I'm still breathing in a year let's make some plans

Bitches treat me like I'm 2D, I'm really the main character
Carti way I'm loving the toolie, no I ain't scared of you
My big homie stay workin' behind the register
Brodie headed up out the game, I stole his area
Listen boy, you ain't ballin' wit' all that drug money
I spent it all on a bitch so I guess it's lost money
That boy T tried to say what you had in store for me
But I ain't listen, I said f*ck it, and ran from it
I spent six months, trappin' all out my momma house
The weed man never runnin' dry but he sellin' out
The next six with a broken heart and a dirty mouth
Silent praises to Allah before I ate her out
Remember nights with the paper tab and the Ativan
And all the days where I'd pay the tab and we had a plan
Rainy nights with the Panic! playin' in my sedan
You must be stupid to think I'm paying just for a friend