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Meck - Blood Stream Lyrics



Meck - Blood Stream Lyrics
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Buck normal and f*ck your trends
Hoes know I ain't make no sense
I left the strip club goin fishing
I was mad as f*ck they ain't have no tens
Chevy Cruze I ain't have no Benz
Mental Health I ain't have no friends
Be lying saying there's no hoes
Perspective Homie
Homie f*ck your lens
First verse old me
New man real shit
All I got is my two hands
And these thoughts that I never deal with
I ain't chasing yours I got mine
You write bars I drop mine
Lil white girl can't stop crying
I clock in at the hotline
All Mac homie f*ck your tech
All cash homie f*ck your check
You ain't telling me that I can't spit
I ain't scared homie f*ck your threat
My show homie f*ck your set
Stay high homie f*ck your jet
Swear to God I ain't switching up
If I get the bag homie f*ck your debt
Curbing my emotions I don't need no help
This traffic jam on locomotive I don't see no belt
I use the blunt as serotonin for this battle I'm alone in
If the money make you happy I don't see no wealth
Gotta lotta bad habits but I can't complain
Nicotine plus weed so every day all the same
I might've mastered deathly hallows how I'm glued to the game
I gotta lotta bad habits and they know me by name
In my bloodstream
Hydroxizine Sertraline Titos
In my bloodstream
Nicotine Arnold Palmer Pre-rolls
In my bloodstream
Therapy Percocet Weed
In my bloodstream
That's all a motherf*cker need
In my bloodstream
Hydroxizine Sertraline Titos
In my bloodstream
Nicotine Arnold Palmer Pre-rolls
In my bloodstream
Therapy Percocet Weed
In my bloodstream
That's all a motherf*cker need
It's the first of the month and my income still zero
I still convince myself at night to go wake up be a hero
But it's kinda hard to go DeNiro when you got no Dinero
That's fair though
You bob for apples my verses are all in barrels
Your idols are looking square though
Those Grammys are Christmas Carols
These pills are just packed with perils
My history's what you herald
Rookie this year don't book me
I'm soft more you think I would be
My Juniors all wish they were me
My Seniors all wish they could be
You caught me I'm in my feelings
I been needing some cushion
Martha Stewart or Whoopi but
I been doing the cooking
I trust him I kill him prolly
I'm dealing and dilla got me
My bitches all look Athena
Your bitches all look like Rocky
In my bloodstream
Hydroxizine Sertraline Titos
In my bloodstream
Nicotine Arnold Palmer Pre-rolls
In my bloodstream
Percocet Therapy Weed
In my bloodstream
That's all a motherf*cker need
In my bloodstream
Hydroxizine Sertraline Titos
In my bloodstream
Nicotine Arnold Palmer Pre-rolls
In my bloodstream
Percocet Therapy Weed
In my bloodstream
That's all a motherf*cker need
My girl's just a little bit psycho
And she feels just a little bit like home
But
She a fox Jordan one's in a box
Tryna make her hehe sound a little bit Michael
Call me Grim Seamstress cause I reap what I sew
And wear a shirt that's got your picture while you six feet below
Whole game in a chokehold
I got broke hoes getting so stoned so
No goal of mine is ever further than a stone's throw
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English

Buck normal and f*ck your trends
Hoes know I ain't make no sense
I left the strip club goin fishing
I was mad as f*ck they ain't have no tens
Chevy Cruze I ain't have no Benz
Mental Health I ain't have no friends
Be lying saying there's no hoes
Perspective Homie
Homie f*ck your lens
First verse old me
New man real shit
All I got is my two hands
And these thoughts that I never deal with
I ain't chasing yours I got mine
You write bars I drop mine
Lil white girl can't stop crying
I clock in at the hotline
All Mac homie f*ck your tech
All cash homie f*ck your check
You ain't telling me that I can't spit
I ain't scared homie f*ck your threat
My show homie f*ck your set
Stay high homie f*ck your jet
Swear to God I ain't switching up
If I get the bag homie f*ck your debt
Curbing my emotions I don't need no help
This traffic jam on locomotive I don't see no belt
I use the blunt as serotonin for this battle I'm alone in
If the money make you happy I don't see no wealth
Gotta lotta bad habits but I can't complain
Nicotine plus weed so every day all the same
I might've mastered deathly hallows how I'm glued to the game
I gotta lotta bad habits and they know me by name
In my bloodstream
Hydroxizine Sertraline Titos
In my bloodstream
Nicotine Arnold Palmer Pre-rolls
In my bloodstream
Therapy Percocet Weed
In my bloodstream
That's all a motherf*cker need
In my bloodstream
Hydroxizine Sertraline Titos
In my bloodstream
Nicotine Arnold Palmer Pre-rolls
In my bloodstream
Therapy Percocet Weed
In my bloodstream
That's all a motherf*cker need
It's the first of the month and my income still zero
I still convince myself at night to go wake up be a hero
But it's kinda hard to go DeNiro when you got no Dinero
That's fair though
You bob for apples my verses are all in barrels
Your idols are looking square though
Those Grammys are Christmas Carols
These pills are just packed with perils
My history's what you herald
Rookie this year don't book me
I'm soft more you think I would be
My Juniors all wish they were me
My Seniors all wish they could be
You caught me I'm in my feelings
I been needing some cushion
Martha Stewart or Whoopi but
I been doing the cooking
I trust him I kill him prolly
I'm dealing and dilla got me
My bitches all look Athena
Your bitches all look like Rocky
In my bloodstream
Hydroxizine Sertraline Titos
In my bloodstream
Nicotine Arnold Palmer Pre-rolls
In my bloodstream
Percocet Therapy Weed
In my bloodstream
That's all a motherf*cker need
In my bloodstream
Hydroxizine Sertraline Titos
In my bloodstream
Nicotine Arnold Palmer Pre-rolls
In my bloodstream
Percocet Therapy Weed
In my bloodstream
That's all a motherf*cker need
My girl's just a little bit psycho
And she feels just a little bit like home
But
She a fox Jordan one's in a box
Tryna make her hehe sound a little bit Michael
Call me Grim Seamstress cause I reap what I sew
And wear a shirt that's got your picture while you six feet below
Whole game in a chokehold
I got broke hoes getting so stoned so
No goal of mine is ever further than a stone's throw
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Writer: Matthew Eckenrode
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Performed By: Meck
Language: English
Length: 3:42
Written by: Matthew Eckenrode

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