Chris Van Gogh & Sam Kofi - Pick Me Up

Uh let's go
Uh kill that shit Chris let's go
Uh kill that shit Chris let's go
Kill that shit Chris let's go
Uh yuh yuh
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
Addy's they lift me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
Addy's they lift me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
Addy's they keep me up
Who gonna hold me down
Think I might be too high
I can not see the ground
These niggas say they want war
We gone hunt em down
We gone walk him down
We do not play around
Dive in the pussy Geronimo
I fuck her once then I gotta go
Stay with the green like a snotty nose
Eating these shrooms like i'm Mario
Spitting that crack that coke
Yo bitch is a hoe she ready on go
I fiend for the bread i'm in love with the dough
They look just like roaches when you throw them racks to the floor
We the best I feel like Asahd
These nigga be capping they living facades
I fuck that bitch once now she think that i'm God
They be hating I do not know why
Bout to blowup like 4th of July
Baby i'm not no regular guy
Im the nigga these niggas despise
Gimme all of your brain and your mind
After that than i'm cutting all ties
We not fucking you wasting my time
I don't skate but I stay on my grind
They be hating I do not know why
You want smoke we pull up and get high
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
Addy's they lift me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
Addy's they lift me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
Pack in the mail wait be quiet we do not know who is eyeing
Bro gone keep him a iron
Chop might chop off your ear Mike Tyson
Chop might sing in your face like Bryson
Niggas better watch who they wifing (Okay)
I been getting bands before the license, so I don't give a fuck what the price is (Yea yea)
I don't give a fuck what the price is
Young nigga feeling enlightened
I might just be paint me a church
I might just be paint me your bitch
Up in her Guts like berserk
I make the AR twerk
Eat up the beat for desert
I got mama concerned
Don't worry mama I'm keeping that llama for all of the people that earned it
She wanna fuck on my furniture I don't think that hoe deserving
These boy Steve Carell 40 year old fucking virgins
They are not earning my courtesy
I'm by the shore but I'm not up in Jersey
I'm up and spending my currency
I'm up and spending my currency
I hit that bit wit emergency up it and left
That's why she wanna murder me
I need a pick me up can't focus wit all of these demons in front of me
I need a pick me up can't focus wit all of these demons in front of me (Uh)
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
Addy's they lift me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
Addy's they lift me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up
I need a pick me up

Written by:
Christopher Green, Samuel Kofiopata

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