Lil Bales - Cockroach

All this pain will leave my body
Once I feel that high
I write love songs for prescriptions
Take one, youll be fine
I been on that shit, it got me tweakin
Started monday, partied through the weekend
Now I think im swimmin through the deep end
I got evil in me, im a demon
I know that im healin, but im still a cockroach

Wanna beef, we creep on up and leave your block smoked
No, I do not know karate, but I chop dope
Wanna shop, you need a pass like Costco
Hit it once and do the Dash like Roscoe
Pot smoke, think the cokes burnt
I know how to stretch work like a growth spurt
Pull up with my ex girl wearing no shirt
I think I see my next girl in the parking lot
You little dogs dont bite, you just bark a lot
I need to take two spaces when I park the drop
I pulled up on my old lady in that Charger stock
You should have seen that hoes face, I thought her heart would stop

I need help, go call somebody
I cant save myself
Im addicted to the cure
But its good for my health
And I wont die today, just know I mean it
God and I have got our own agreement
I got lots to do before im leavin
Im not finished yet, I got a reason
Im alive and breathin, but im still a cockroach

I was always decent
Gave her what she needed
Loved her ass to pieces
Now I guess I got hoes
I been poppin beans just
Tryna relieve this
Pain I gotta deal with
Think its cool, its not bro
Nightmares when im dreamin
I dont bother sleepin
Out here servin fiends
I been duckin Donnie Brasco
Trappin through the seasons
Summer turn to leaves
Its cold out in these streets
So no wonder that we got snow
You get two for three
When you come shop with me, friend
I got food and drink
I can serve you up a combo
Car aint got no ceiling
Wait until we seen him
Pull up with the stick
Then I blow it like a trombone
Spinnin while im geekin
Hit him, now hes leakin
Leave his mama sick
When we turn him to a John Doe
All these pills im eatin
I should go to treatment
But I need a cheap fix
I know they dont got those
Catch it then release
I feel like im Drew Brees
Why work when I could cheat
I got money, but I want more
Hustled in my free time
I was still a teen
Tied rope around my jeans
Now im flyer than a condor
Rich, I took the beeline
Used to take the B Line
Now I work for me
This aint Prada, this is Tom Ford
Talkin to police
Bra thought the grass was greener
Seen him in the weeds
Chopper sound just like a lawnmower
Seal it like its freeze dried
She want more of each kind
I got ninety three by the duffel at the condo
I cant land a clean grind
Twelve wont ever beat crime
If they come for me, they would never set the bond low
Go to war at peacetime
Always gotta keep mine
Trappin with the heat every morning like Alonzo
Used to work for cheap, fine
Now I got a tee time
I been on the green
I aint talkin bout a golf course

I dont know the truth for certain
Dont know wrong from right
So why cant I find the words
Ive felt this all my life
Well, I think I need somethin to believe in
And I dont think were ever getting even
Its life or death, but which is less appealing
All type of stress, its messy
It get real when I been in my feelings
But im still a cockroach

Written by:
James McCormack

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