Bigg$moke - Slumped

Bitch I'm too fucked up
I smoked a whole damn pound
Mix it with narcotics
Now that's one hell of a compound
I'm slumping out
Can't hit the brakes
Them things was just cut out
I better count my days
Before the final countdown now
Woah

Kill 'em all
Kill 'em slow
Where you think you going hoe
Got dreams of my neck covered in gold
Followed by a plate of snow
Nightmares
Night terrors
Inner fears that come to scare ya
Inner demons eat away at you from the inside, so
Oh my
What a sight
You would not believe your eyes
Just like with all them fireflies
That lighting up the night sky
Hypnotized
By the way you staring
And you making it apparent
How you feel
Come and test me if you wanna feel my steel

Bitch I'm too fucked up
I smoked a whole damn pound
Mix it with narcotics
Now that's one hell of a compound
I'm slumping out
Can't hit the brakes
Them things was just cut out
I better count my days
Before the final countdown, now
No
Kill 'em all
Kill 'em slow
Where you think you going hoe
I'm aiming for a critical
Because you hypocritical

Written by:
Gabriel Perez

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