Drowning in the river it's Euphrates
When will a label try to pay me
Damn
The white folk dancing like the eighties
Only go to the gym to look at ladies
But this ain't leg press
This tracks too much for you to digest
I be makin hella noise the wall hitting headrests
I just couldn't care
I'm cashin' out her kid outside the build a bear
Run up escalators just like it was stairs
Any thing I could do for a workout
The range is on fire from incendiary rounds
My career is movin' over leaps and bounds
From rappin' over computer sounds
Let's go get a bus so we can come to your town
So you can see me in the flesh
The male romper looking fresh
I went inside her room for a private sesh
Hot sauce in the condom just to kill my kids
Just a little trick that I learned from drizz
I got the suds I think I'm passin' out
Walkin' thru life with a share of heavy doubts
I think I smoked about 300 pounds
So many times they had me down and out
I'm walk-in with a lean just like I'm Pisa
Overcharging all my visas
To get over that I need ya
Nah
They say that this was my worst mistake
You'll need a conex box to keep me contained
I'm playin horseshoes
Right after two plates of soul food
Whatever it takes to get me in the mood
Like a gas station pill
I'm really in it for the thrill
Give me another drink I need a refill
Please
I think I'm addicted to cheese
And a wallet full of green
Got sanitizer so I don't get disease
I can't rap with a sore throat
Couple figures on the bank note
People using me as a scapegoat
I thought that we were friends
I guess you wouldn't care if I'm dead
You plagiarize the will so you can get the bread
That's a scam job
To get into the house you need a key fab
I almost passed away from a heavy glob
And then I saw stars
I almost took a trip to outer mars
While riding into space I wrote some classic bars
The type of shit you hear on VH1
Gonna need some oxygen for the long run
I got the suds I think I'm passin' out
Walkin' thru life with a share of heavy doubts
I think I smoked about 300 pounds
So many times they had me down and out
I'm walk-in with a lean just like I'm Pisa
Overcharging all my visas
Just to get over that I need ya
Nah
They say that this was my worst mistake
You'll need a conex box to keep me contained
Nick Fine - Suds Lyrics
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Drowning in the river it's Euphrates
When will a label try to pay me
Damn
The white folk dancing like the eighties
Only go to the gym to look at ladies
But this ain't leg press
This tracks too much for you to digest
I be makin hella noise the wall hitting headrests
I just couldn't care
I'm cashin' out her kid outside the build a bear
Run up escalators just like it was stairs
Any thing I could do for a workout
The range is on fire from incendiary rounds
My career is movin' over leaps and bounds
From rappin' over computer sounds
Let's go get a bus so we can come to your town
So you can see me in the flesh
The male romper looking fresh
I went inside her room for a private sesh
Hot sauce in the condom just to kill my kids
Just a little trick that I learned from drizz
I got the suds I think I'm passin' out
Walkin' thru life with a share of heavy doubts
I think I smoked about 300 pounds
So many times they had me down and out
I'm walk-in with a lean just like I'm Pisa
Overcharging all my visas
To get over that I need ya
Nah
They say that this was my worst mistake
You'll need a conex box to keep me contained
I'm playin horseshoes
Right after two plates of soul food
Whatever it takes to get me in the mood
Like a gas station pill
I'm really in it for the thrill
Give me another drink I need a refill
Please
I think I'm addicted to cheese
And a wallet full of green
Got sanitizer so I don't get disease
I can't rap with a sore throat
Couple figures on the bank note
People using me as a scapegoat
I thought that we were friends
I guess you wouldn't care if I'm dead
You plagiarize the will so you can get the bread
That's a scam job
To get into the house you need a key fab
I almost passed away from a heavy glob
And then I saw stars
I almost took a trip to outer mars
While riding into space I wrote some classic bars
The type of shit you hear on VH1
Gonna need some oxygen for the long run
I got the suds I think I'm passin' out
Walkin' thru life with a share of heavy doubts
I think I smoked about 300 pounds
So many times they had me down and out
I'm walk-in with a lean just like I'm Pisa
Overcharging all my visas
Just to get over that I need ya
Nah
They say that this was my worst mistake
You'll need a conex box to keep me contained
When will a label try to pay me
Damn
The white folk dancing like the eighties
Only go to the gym to look at ladies
But this ain't leg press
This tracks too much for you to digest
I be makin hella noise the wall hitting headrests
I just couldn't care
I'm cashin' out her kid outside the build a bear
Run up escalators just like it was stairs
Any thing I could do for a workout
The range is on fire from incendiary rounds
My career is movin' over leaps and bounds
From rappin' over computer sounds
Let's go get a bus so we can come to your town
So you can see me in the flesh
The male romper looking fresh
I went inside her room for a private sesh
Hot sauce in the condom just to kill my kids
Just a little trick that I learned from drizz
I got the suds I think I'm passin' out
Walkin' thru life with a share of heavy doubts
I think I smoked about 300 pounds
So many times they had me down and out
I'm walk-in with a lean just like I'm Pisa
Overcharging all my visas
To get over that I need ya
Nah
They say that this was my worst mistake
You'll need a conex box to keep me contained
I'm playin horseshoes
Right after two plates of soul food
Whatever it takes to get me in the mood
Like a gas station pill
I'm really in it for the thrill
Give me another drink I need a refill
Please
I think I'm addicted to cheese
And a wallet full of green
Got sanitizer so I don't get disease
I can't rap with a sore throat
Couple figures on the bank note
People using me as a scapegoat
I thought that we were friends
I guess you wouldn't care if I'm dead
You plagiarize the will so you can get the bread
That's a scam job
To get into the house you need a key fab
I almost passed away from a heavy glob
And then I saw stars
I almost took a trip to outer mars
While riding into space I wrote some classic bars
The type of shit you hear on VH1
Gonna need some oxygen for the long run
I got the suds I think I'm passin' out
Walkin' thru life with a share of heavy doubts
I think I smoked about 300 pounds
So many times they had me down and out
I'm walk-in with a lean just like I'm Pisa
Overcharging all my visas
Just to get over that I need ya
Nah
They say that this was my worst mistake
You'll need a conex box to keep me contained
Writer: Nicholas Fine
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC