Sir Charles III - QUAALUDES & MEDALLIONS

Yeah, ha ha ha
Alright, yeah check me
I make a whole lot of music and it sound good

Probably put a pound in the Backwood
Run the whole thing down in the master
Somewhere lost flying through the castle hassled
I don't need to talk my shit. They don't even move like this.
They don't tell the truth like him
I'mma set the mood right quick. I was off a late-night trip pushing the ship
I need a grip rolling up a free type spliff,
Dumbed in the bitch
Brain go numb again, stone cold stun the kid,
Bitch, I'm Rice. I'll run it in. Oh, I'm nice can't fuck with this.
Yeah, I'm fine I know pilot man. I'm in the sky won't ever land.
I won't ever land. Yeah

Let me in the kitchen I'm a cook though
Serving up the taste like my noodle
Got a fat-ass point in a new home drink more water live more simple
I'm just trying to live right brain been tied. I'd mind on over time all I've been higher.
I don't question why I don't got the time.

It's Pacheco how I keep running things
I'm the black Sabbath of the rap game on some God habits rappers need to change
See my flaws backwards like I need a game don't need a brain really need my lungs. What the fuck is love
I'd rather eat a gun. We don't really trust you can't tell us none. I'll be on the cusp. I'll be on the run. Yeah

I just want it all yeah, it's not enough
Life got me spinning spilling out the cup.
I just want it all. Yeah, it's not enough
I don't hear the talk. I keep falling up.
I just want it all. Yeah, it's not enough
Life got me spinning spilling out the cup

Written by:
Christopher Mickle

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