Pickle - Assumptions

Assumptions, confused, I'm lost, I blow a fuse
I don't know what to do, they talk, I ain't listen
Moving on the block, dismissing
Like life is a motherfucking mission

Get caught up, enticed, I'm always fighting in fights
Ready for the fade at night
Catching the fade at night
Smoking off crack, that pipe

Shit get me faded like a kite
High, oh I'm so high
Motherfucker hit the beat, I hit the time
I ain't never need to slip, the drip too fine

Motherfucker look it, lick the dick, just the tip ight
I leave her for a pass all night
Fuck her for a couple seconds, I smoke on that gas ight
I ain't ever trip about a thing

Somebody take away my pain
Before I shoot you in your ring
Leaving it behind the scenes

Written by:
David Pickle

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