Chorus: (singing chant) Lifes a bitch and then ya die... that's why we get high... get high...get high... 2x...
King Steelo verse 1
Damn this a trip... ain't this sone shit? I'm starting to feel my age... I'm too old for this shit... I gotta get a grip.. real talk make a grip... cause these nukkas nowadays never break the grip of shame... they in it for the fame... in it for the flames... in it for the wrong thangs...quick to place blame... it's like growinh up spurled... and worship turmoil... man they got crack in they cannabis earl... or maybe its da meth... Becky is now Beth... f*ck around hit it raw... U sure to meet death... pyrex to a virus... I'm feeling like Cyrus... got me pushing grams sand from Sahara... living in horror... I dont see tomorrow... if u feel like I feel nukka say fuk da sorrow... roll u up a fat one my my my... or snort u a fat line why why why?
Chorus: 4x...
Verse 2:
Man fuk rehab... I gotta sell slabs... or rather it sell itself when u posted on da ave... but what come with it? Make ya wanna quit it... why I still do it? Cause I hate to admit it...so I'm back in da kitchen... yuca and the chickens...Freaky major leagues when it comes to da pitching... never unemployed deal wit girl and the boy... I'm used to da pain so DRUGS bring me joy... chips like Ahoy... semis are my toys... nukka fuk peace these the new days of Troy... I'm all about da War... Civil for the Raw... I see bloodshed like my name Jigsaw...I hate blowing on gars... I cant taste the weed... then my evil mind switch face 2 face wit da speed... I wanna get skeed... choose perico over trees... bruh I hit bricks then its shipped over seas... Dame freeze...
Chorus 4x...
Sharon Jones and The Dap-Kings - We Get Along Lyrics
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Chorus: (singing chant) Lifes a bitch and then ya die... that's why we get high... get high...get high... 2x...
King Steelo verse 1
Damn this a trip... ain't this sone shit? I'm starting to feel my age... I'm too old for this shit... I gotta get a grip.. real talk make a grip... cause these nukkas nowadays never break the grip of shame... they in it for the fame... in it for the flames... in it for the wrong thangs...quick to place blame... it's like growinh up spurled... and worship turmoil... man they got crack in they cannabis earl... or maybe its da meth... Becky is now Beth... f*ck around hit it raw... U sure to meet death... pyrex to a virus... I'm feeling like Cyrus... got me pushing grams sand from Sahara... living in horror... I dont see tomorrow... if u feel like I feel nukka say fuk da sorrow... roll u up a fat one my my my... or snort u a fat line why why why?
Chorus: 4x...
Verse 2:
Man fuk rehab... I gotta sell slabs... or rather it sell itself when u posted on da ave... but what come with it? Make ya wanna quit it... why I still do it? Cause I hate to admit it...so I'm back in da kitchen... yuca and the chickens...Freaky major leagues when it comes to da pitching... never unemployed deal wit girl and the boy... I'm used to da pain so DRUGS bring me joy... chips like Ahoy... semis are my toys... nukka fuk peace these the new days of Troy... I'm all about da War... Civil for the Raw... I see bloodshed like my name Jigsaw...I hate blowing on gars... I cant taste the weed... then my evil mind switch face 2 face wit da speed... I wanna get skeed... choose perico over trees... bruh I hit bricks then its shipped over seas... Dame freeze...
Chorus 4x...
King Steelo verse 1
Damn this a trip... ain't this sone shit? I'm starting to feel my age... I'm too old for this shit... I gotta get a grip.. real talk make a grip... cause these nukkas nowadays never break the grip of shame... they in it for the fame... in it for the flames... in it for the wrong thangs...quick to place blame... it's like growinh up spurled... and worship turmoil... man they got crack in they cannabis earl... or maybe its da meth... Becky is now Beth... f*ck around hit it raw... U sure to meet death... pyrex to a virus... I'm feeling like Cyrus... got me pushing grams sand from Sahara... living in horror... I dont see tomorrow... if u feel like I feel nukka say fuk da sorrow... roll u up a fat one my my my... or snort u a fat line why why why?
Chorus: 4x...
Verse 2:
Man fuk rehab... I gotta sell slabs... or rather it sell itself when u posted on da ave... but what come with it? Make ya wanna quit it... why I still do it? Cause I hate to admit it...so I'm back in da kitchen... yuca and the chickens...Freaky major leagues when it comes to da pitching... never unemployed deal wit girl and the boy... I'm used to da pain so DRUGS bring me joy... chips like Ahoy... semis are my toys... nukka fuk peace these the new days of Troy... I'm all about da War... Civil for the Raw... I see bloodshed like my name Jigsaw...I hate blowing on gars... I cant taste the weed... then my evil mind switch face 2 face wit da speed... I wanna get skeed... choose perico over trees... bruh I hit bricks then its shipped over seas... Dame freeze...
Chorus 4x...