M. Hostilis - Fucked Up

Fucked up on the pills
Everything I see merge
Shawty gimme brain till the
Bottom of her knees hurt then
She wipe it down with a
Grateful Dead t shirt
Back to her mans
I know I just be a detour
Back to them xans and
Them bottles of the lean served
12 pull us over because
They insist that we swerved
Lookin for my candy
Yeah this shit it be like Easter
Questions they be asking
I say y'all hit up my lawyer
Stack it large
I'm mailing paks
Collect the money
On the app
And passing out cause
Xannies slapping
Life exhausting
When you trapping
Carts they pack em
On the plane
Out the state
It's global game
Cheat the test
It's all the same
We hit em with the delta 8
When I pack a piece
I be filling it w black stones
Try to run up on me dummy
Now you in the danger zone
I keep it 100 but
I'll deliver the fatal blow
Devil on my shoulder I be
Ruthless cause I sold my soul
Did too many drugs
Now I got the brain damage
Bad bitch she savage
Other bitches plastic
We gone fuck a bag up
Until we cannot stand up
Pussy so good yeah
I'm feeling like my dick stuck
Fucked up on the pills
Everything I see merge
Shawty gimme brain till the
Bottom of her knees hurt then
She wipe it down with a
Grateful Dead t shirt
Back to her mans
I know I just be a detour
Back to them xans and
Them bottles of the lean served
12 pull us over because
They insist that we swerved
Lookin for my candy
Yeah this shit it be like Easter
Questions they be asking
I say y'all hit up my lawyer
She be switching on me
Like she playin her Nintendo
She be having me falling
Back on in the benzos
My life it never made
No sense oh no
But I be a G so you know
That I collect the dough
Sellin all them paks while you
Hitting up your ex hoe
She up in my room and
We smoking on extendos
Licking on her pussy yeah
The shit be wet like Garidos
Giving her the dick yeah
I touch her heart I feel her pulse
Heart shaped glasses
Feeling kinda stylish
Clouds of depression
Feel like Billie Eilish
Bound to expect it
Pop the psilocybin
Money I'll collect it and
Get a hoe I'm vibing
Selling all these drugs that
I'm never even buying
Mushrooms and acid and
Pills got me flying
On my way to rank up
Ima keep my pain tucked
If you tryna murder me then
Bitch you better aim up
Fucked up on the pills
Everything I see merge
Shawty gimme brain till the
Bottom of her knees hurt then
She wipe it down with a
Grateful Dead t-shirt
Back to her mans
I know I just be a detour
Back to them xans and
Them bottles of the lean served
12 pull us over because
They insist that we swerved
Lookin for my candy
Yeah this shit it be like Easter
Questions they be asking
I say y'all hit up my lawyer

Written by:
David Goldberg

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