eli cru$ty boi - 08:30

8.30 I'm daydreaming tryna make it out of this bitch
Intercourse with the painkillers, I had
to teach myself how to quit
Sidestep when I see fake niggas
I'm invading the venom like Mr. Parker
Your baby mama made me a motherfucker
A W, for the Samuel L.

Are you hating success
What is the smell
Greedy niggas tend to excel
Rise after I fell from the bruise you can tell
I pulled my dick out and inform that sex sells
Better hide your main bitch, because I'm positive that to her all I'm a magnet
You see I studied a bit of body language she more than willing to accept my baggage
I've been dodging the medicine I cover my shit like a magazine
Bad energy jump, trampoline
She said Eli why is you mean
I told her please don't make a scene
Let's have some vodka and some gin
I feel so fresh and I feel so clean
Even though I'm crusty boi in the city
The more you speak the my hearing gets diminished
With all cans and can't do until I finish
I'm currently trying to free my lineage from poverty
It seems like the lottery, taking shape, with no pottery
Understand if you not fond of me
Try my best not to judge, try my worst to hold a grudge
Try to measure in amounts and try to scream, but no sound

8.30 I'm daydreaming tryna make it out of this bitch
Intercourse with the painkillers, I had
to teach myself how to quit
Sidestep when I see fake niggas
I'm invading the venom like Mr. Parker
Your baby mama made me a motherfucker
A W, for the Samuel L.

Written by:
Eli Dimukayi

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