Crown Eye - B10FR33Z3 (feat. NODUH)

I got pain inside my chest I feel despicable, ay ay
(Yessir!)
Ay ya, hey, hey, ya
I got pain inside my chest
I got pain inside my chest, I feel despicable
When I'm off these medications, I'm a criminal
I got rocks, in my ear, shiny minerals
I made some past decisions that make my life difficult
I'm an original, imbecile, get the principle
I'm not built different, but I'm nothing like the typical
I see the moment of the snakes in my peripheral
Shit I been through ain't make believe, no it's non-fictional
Make me cynical
This shit cyclical
I cut that baby off, I severed that umbilical
I just need a stripper bitch 'cause she is strippable
I spit syllables, Dolby digital visuals
I've been eating pills like the Jetsons
I know that I still haven't learned my fucking lesson
Violent apprehension, fuck I forgot to mention
I'm dodging detention just to pop me some medicine
Icy hot, bio freeze, I got cold shoulders
I might fuck you over if you try to fuck me over
I am never sober bitch I po' up dirty sodas
If you fuck me you lucky just like a 4 leaf clover
No dividends
I'm just connecting the ends
Same 9 to 5, I was still getting high, 'cause the shit had me stressing again
No I don't break, I just bend
I don't make up, I just blend
She writing paragraphs and push send, I just reply when I can
Everything 10 out of 10
Women, the ink in my pen
I just like staring at her back end, only on the weekends
I just want diamonds and gems
Pick the weed off of the stem
Stadium shit it's all packed in, taking it straight to the gym
Hymns
The money gon' sing, I'm getting paid every week
I let the money talk I don't speak, I'm getting paid in my sleep
Matter of fact I'm a a G
I'm just collecting a fee
I'm never taking a knee
Coronated I'm a king
Kind of fed up now
Bitches be thinking they tough now
Thinking they tough with a toolie
Uh, bitch please pipe down
Told that lil' bitch to just shut up and pipe down
Dripping in water you might drown
Go to my place where I'm not found
Lost in the dark keep the light down
Icy hot, bio freeze, I got cold shoulders
I might fuck you over if you try to fuck me over
I am never sober bitch I po' up dirty sodas
If you fuck me you lucky just like a 4 leaf clover

Written by:
Nathan Zehngut, Noah Draper

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