Internet Money and Lil Yachty - Codeine Cowboy

Haven't slept since Thursday, I might go berserk
No, not off them percs
I'm poppin' thirtys, thirtys, falling off this Earth
I'm a codeine cowboy, breakfast pancake syrup
Haven't slept since Thursday, I might go berserk
No, not off them percs
I'm poppin' thirtys, thirtys, falling off this Earth
I'm a codeine cowboy, breakfast pancake syrup

Break her back she wanna Birkin
Make that pussy squirt
Purple liquid, sleep in church
My bitch was totin' first
Millions off the merch
My FN in her purse
I'm a savage, these dusty niggas hurt
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Lil Yachty)
Sunday grind
Too geeked, can't sleep, ooh wee

Haven't slept since Thursday, I might go berserk
No, not off them percs
I'm poppin' thirtys, thirtys, falling off this Earth
I'm a codeine cowboy, breakfast pancake syrup

(We get high)
Haven't slept since Thursday, I might go berserk
No, not off them percs
I'm poppin' thirtys, thirtys, falling off this Earth (we get high)
I'm a codeine cowboy, breakfast pancake syrup
(We get high)
(We get high)

Written by:
Danny Snodgrass, Jacob Blacke, Keanu Torres, Michael Franks, Miles McCollum, Rio Leyva, Tyshane Thompson

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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