6 hour jet lag, withdrawals and a cig pack
Cellie full of hoes but I only hit the plug back
Pharmacy is open, so I never hit a bitch, that's
How I'm living now, see no reason why I'd change that
She said we got a lot in common, but I doubt that
I ain't never blowing up your phone tryna type caps
Authentic raps, all facts, always been that
Lil' homie everybody dreams but you need plans
Mercedes pulls up with the benzos
Hold it ten toes, need-
He's pulling up with products for the bad hoes
Hit the afterparty, f*ck the club, I'm tryna lay low
Give a f*ck if I'm ending up like Britney
Results are results but they don't really get me
I'm just tryna live to fullest fore' they end the chapter
Write me out, move on and just forget me
Do you think Jay-Z always feels like Jay Z
Is slim always feeling shady
How Wheezy make 10 mixtape, they all wavy
I'm gon' make em hate me, debate me
Surrounded every night but there's no one I can talk to
They can listen but they could never feel you
Or relate to, the life that you're living
All I do is work but I still feel I'm slipping
Heart belongs to home but I got none
Or a few too many, that's the outcome
When you're chasing greatness, mama raised a gangster
Heavy lies the king's head with the gold crown
And I don't know who house to call home lately
I hope my phone break, let it ring
Toe to toe with the foes, new and old
Basic hoes try to cage him like the po'
When I run, don't chase me
And I don't know who house to call home lately
I hope my phone break, let it ring
Toe to toe with the foes, new and old
Basic hoes try to cage him like the po'
When I run, don't chase me
I ain't always in this headspace
But always spit the best game
Tell me how I do it and you can't
Cuz you chase fame, not the art
I ain't someone you can pick apart
Bout to take over midsummer and that's just the start
Validation on my phone from the girls I left home
Can't f*ck around and text back, just collect dome
Like a hit-man, they call me mr. only make hits-man
So play the beat as I get stoned
I'ma die before saying Shano cannot provide
Work more than hoes post on Saturday nights
Know those bums around you, can't do nothing for you
So please let me know why you stick to them guys
Appreciation for my roots and where I came from
Shouts out my parents, they really got the best son
Not in no preachy way, I'm saying the best one
Yeah the next one, I walk in and their neck's gone
SHANO - Pharmacy / Midsummer Lyrics
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6 hour jet lag, withdrawals and a cig pack
Cellie full of hoes but I only hit the plug back
Pharmacy is open, so I never hit a bitch, that's
How I'm living now, see no reason why I'd change that
She said we got a lot in common, but I doubt that
I ain't never blowing up your phone tryna type caps
Authentic raps, all facts, always been that
Lil' homie everybody dreams but you need plans
Mercedes pulls up with the benzos
Hold it ten toes, need-
He's pulling up with products for the bad hoes
Hit the afterparty, f*ck the club, I'm tryna lay low
Give a f*ck if I'm ending up like Britney
Results are results but they don't really get me
I'm just tryna live to fullest fore' they end the chapter
Write me out, move on and just forget me
Do you think Jay-Z always feels like Jay Z
Is slim always feeling shady
How Wheezy make 10 mixtape, they all wavy
I'm gon' make em hate me, debate me
Surrounded every night but there's no one I can talk to
They can listen but they could never feel you
Or relate to, the life that you're living
All I do is work but I still feel I'm slipping
Heart belongs to home but I got none
Or a few too many, that's the outcome
When you're chasing greatness, mama raised a gangster
Heavy lies the king's head with the gold crown
And I don't know who house to call home lately
I hope my phone break, let it ring
Toe to toe with the foes, new and old
Basic hoes try to cage him like the po'
When I run, don't chase me
And I don't know who house to call home lately
I hope my phone break, let it ring
Toe to toe with the foes, new and old
Basic hoes try to cage him like the po'
When I run, don't chase me
I ain't always in this headspace
But always spit the best game
Tell me how I do it and you can't
Cuz you chase fame, not the art
I ain't someone you can pick apart
Bout to take over midsummer and that's just the start
Validation on my phone from the girls I left home
Can't f*ck around and text back, just collect dome
Like a hit-man, they call me mr. only make hits-man
So play the beat as I get stoned
I'ma die before saying Shano cannot provide
Work more than hoes post on Saturday nights
Know those bums around you, can't do nothing for you
So please let me know why you stick to them guys
Appreciation for my roots and where I came from
Shouts out my parents, they really got the best son
Not in no preachy way, I'm saying the best one
Yeah the next one, I walk in and their neck's gone
Cellie full of hoes but I only hit the plug back
Pharmacy is open, so I never hit a bitch, that's
How I'm living now, see no reason why I'd change that
She said we got a lot in common, but I doubt that
I ain't never blowing up your phone tryna type caps
Authentic raps, all facts, always been that
Lil' homie everybody dreams but you need plans
Mercedes pulls up with the benzos
Hold it ten toes, need-
He's pulling up with products for the bad hoes
Hit the afterparty, f*ck the club, I'm tryna lay low
Give a f*ck if I'm ending up like Britney
Results are results but they don't really get me
I'm just tryna live to fullest fore' they end the chapter
Write me out, move on and just forget me
Do you think Jay-Z always feels like Jay Z
Is slim always feeling shady
How Wheezy make 10 mixtape, they all wavy
I'm gon' make em hate me, debate me
Surrounded every night but there's no one I can talk to
They can listen but they could never feel you
Or relate to, the life that you're living
All I do is work but I still feel I'm slipping
Heart belongs to home but I got none
Or a few too many, that's the outcome
When you're chasing greatness, mama raised a gangster
Heavy lies the king's head with the gold crown
And I don't know who house to call home lately
I hope my phone break, let it ring
Toe to toe with the foes, new and old
Basic hoes try to cage him like the po'
When I run, don't chase me
And I don't know who house to call home lately
I hope my phone break, let it ring
Toe to toe with the foes, new and old
Basic hoes try to cage him like the po'
When I run, don't chase me
I ain't always in this headspace
But always spit the best game
Tell me how I do it and you can't
Cuz you chase fame, not the art
I ain't someone you can pick apart
Bout to take over midsummer and that's just the start
Validation on my phone from the girls I left home
Can't f*ck around and text back, just collect dome
Like a hit-man, they call me mr. only make hits-man
So play the beat as I get stoned
I'ma die before saying Shano cannot provide
Work more than hoes post on Saturday nights
Know those bums around you, can't do nothing for you
So please let me know why you stick to them guys
Appreciation for my roots and where I came from
Shouts out my parents, they really got the best son
Not in no preachy way, I'm saying the best one
Yeah the next one, I walk in and their neck's gone
Writer: Shahan Khamooshian
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid