Veteran Child - XXII
Too much pressure on my head yo, so much drank you'd thought I'd be dead
Still got clothes on my back, still spittin' these raps just keep on killing till I'm full of lead
So much wrong now, man just calm down, need to look ahead, and hit this bong now
So much water, it's like I'm gon' drown, got my father see what he brought down
22 prerolled blunts got me set for half a month
A couple dozen joints and spliffs, Denver shit got me legit
This that shit that pack a punch, need my greens we packing lunch
Take a couple dozen hits, just lemme help ya get right quick
Need this shit more than ever, the inkblot drip from a feather
Fuck this weather it's getting too muggy, I take another rip gon make it sunny
My nose a little runny I'm allergic to bitch, only fuckin' with honeys who know they the Shit
Annoying ass dummies just like a brit, I keep on running till my body go quit
On a real though, I kill folks, who hate on one another
Talking the people who hate others just for color and looks, kill ya self and I put that on my brothers
On the real, that's how I feel, 22, and I got more sense than yall, man what's the deal?
Yeah... On my momma that's how it is.
Fuckin' incels and shit
Get a life and get some bitches
Even though I ain't got no bitches
Even though, I could pull if I tried
Y'all can't even get a word out ya mouth without getting a nervous breakdown and shit
Fuck yall and get a better view of the world on my motherfuckin' pops
Feeling so hateful it's disgraceful, I used to be playful what the fuck?
Seems my days full of pessimism, fucking shameful, but it's just my luck
It's no problem when you got a problem solver
Got a lighter shaped like a revolver and some blunts looking taller yep
22 prerolled blunts got me set for half a month
A couple dozen joints and spliffs, Denver shit got me legit
This that shit that pack a punch, need my greens we packing lunch
Take a couple dozen hits, just lemme help ya get right quick
22 with 22 blunts, I got 22-inch rims, and 22 subs in the trunk
Yeah I got blue tint, yeah this shit bumps, I'm feeling cool man, this that lovely southern Funk so
I Gotta keep it honest witcha, I don't really know what my future pictures
I've been reading from the scriptures so much so, my hands been getting blisters
So uncertain in these uncertain times, I guess that's why I pass the time with these Simplistic rhymes
So that's that…
So uh... fuck you, fuck yall, and most importantly, fuck this
Time to focus on myself in such an unfocused environment
With that being said, Long Live the motherfucking Pain and Suffering dumb cunts
Written by:
Logan Amberson
Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Lyrics powered by Lyric Find