Eons Abroad - bpD mVP

Bitch ima wreck
You aint gotta text
Go and do your thang
You know what it is
Cup big tex, big red and Tek
Try and catch me slipping
Fuck around and snap your neck
Number stays the same
Score don't stay the same
Always looking forward
Like the caveman with the flame
Watch me juke a lame
Ima phoenix, yasha
Aint got time to explain

At mi casa, tryna lay low
Fuck the fentanyl, that shits fatal
L.A. diesel farm to table
Keep them fuck bois out my bank roll
Cuz the brain i got, the pain i write
My bathrooms like a bad truck stop
My pathways blocked, my neural shot,
Live down the block where Brett got popped

Got popped, got popped
If you want i can take you to his cross
She knows that spot
Matter of fact, she drives by it alot
But i don't mind it, oh na na
Cuz her bodies so divine
& her head is so top notch
& she needs me time to time cuz

She looks at me just like i look at all my fucking meds
Beats going down the road
& getting crossed up in that shit again
At least with me, she know what she gets

Written by:
Justin Smith

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