Chris Yonge - dirt

Grippin on a kilo fuck my head up yeah I'm feeling right
Solo got me tipping hitting that wall I sip it every night
Pick my poison paper got me soaring yeah I'm medicated
Elevated, twisting up a bottle filling up getting faded
Grippin on a kilo fuck my head up yeah I'm feeling right
Solo got me tipping hitting that wall I sip it every night
Pick my poison paper got me soaring yeah I'm medicated
Elevated, twisting up a bottle filling up getting faded

Disconnect from the pain I feel
All the Shame I feel
2 pills I know it ain't Ideal
On an empty stomach I never ate my meal
Addicted to living the life in the moment
I'm fighting my only opponent
I look in the mirror, I feel like I'm holding the knife that's been cutting me open
I'm stressing, depression, tryna make ends meet, progressing
Tryna' make guap' for pops impress him
But I cant seem to stop ingesting
Mom bout to tell the cops arrest him
Them paranoia thoughts infest him
They gotta raid the block to test him

Grippin on a kilo fuck my head up yeah I'm feeling right
Solo got me tipping hitting that wall I sip it every night
Pick my poison paper got me soaring yeah I'm medicated
Elevated, twisting up a bottle filling up getting faded
Grippin on a kilo fuck my head up yeah I'm feeling right
Solo got me tipping hitting that wall I sip it every night
Pick my poison paper got me soaring yeah I'm medicated
Elevated, twisting up a bottle filling up getting faded

Where the fuck you at baby
How you leave like that baby
I wish it was cap
I know its a wrap
you fell off the map baby
Thats fuckin' low
That shit got me cold
Got me killing my health
Not feeling my soul
Got me giving control
To demons delivering dope

Grippin on a kilo fuck my head up yeah I'm feeling right
Solo got me tipping hitting that wall I sip it every night
Pick my poison paper got me soaring yeah I'm medicated
Elevated, twisting up a bottle filling up getting faded
Grippin on a kilo fuck my head up yeah I'm feeling right
Solo got me tipping hitting that wall I sip it every night
Pick my poison paper got me soaring yeah I'm medicated
Elevated, twisting up a bottle filling up getting faded

Written by:
Chris Stiliadis

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