G de $aint - Broke Bars and Broken Cars

Fuck getting back on the Prozac
I be flipping stacks, flipping racks
Dead Broke Boys, yeah i put 'em on my back
And this bitch want my sack
Damn she fucking bad, But she way too bougie
So I fuck her like a movie
Then toss her to the woadies
Damn I'm drowning, need some floaties, aye
Such a lonely day
Waiting for a rainy day
Washing the pain away
Got nothing to say to you
Chirping like a Cockatoo
Go suck a cock or two
Got something to prove, and nothing to lose
Trapped in my room for more than three years
Drugs cloud my vision, nah I can't see clearly
Tripping on shrooms while I'm sipping on beers
Gonna run the game, these rappers all fear me
Rolling up gas at the gas station
Lit a cigarette 'cause my mind's racing
But it's CBD, not what you think
I miss everything, numb myself with drink
Writing heat like Fink, uh
I'm so low I can't sink farther
'Nother blow, on the on the brink, falling
I can hear my dreams calling
Working on a five year plan, Stalin
Don't make me throw these hands, brawling
Making all these bands spawn in
Gotta make a stand, you crawling
All your bars are bland I'm yawning

Written by:
Giancarlo de St. Paer

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