Squiddy - Cough Syrup

Drinking cough syrup when you're not home
Will I be the right fit
I wish I was psychic
I just might turn up to kill my dome
Fuck it, please don't worry
Under drugs I'm buried
Drinking cough syrup when you're not home
Will I be the right fit
I wish I was psychic
I just might turn up to kill my dome
Fuck it, please don't worry
Under drugs I'm buried
I feel so mad every single day
Light the grass to make myself okay
Bad vibes always tryna get inside my brain
Ticking time bomb til I go insane
Pushing my buttons
All of a sudden
I feel like killing somebody and running
Saying it is what it was but it wasn't
Punchin a hole in a dozen of donuts
I could go nuts
You be speaking bogus
You cant really show us
My words swarm like locusts
I'ma little soft
I'm a flower hit by frost
I could blast a hater off
I could massacre your ops
I could make that pussy pop
I could make you come a lot
I could always bring a pot
Weed or food you know I got it
They just keep telling me to stop it
I won't ever listen, I still rock it
Someone's gonna die
out of tears to cry
You can see demise
Forming in my eyes
Drinking cough syrup when you're not home
Will I be the right fit
I wish I was psychic
I just might turn up to kill my dome
Fuck it, please don't worry
Under drugs I'm buried
While you're gone
I'ma choke
Pack the bong
Heavy toke
Messy song
It's no joke
In her thong
I'm like woah
Feeling strong
Artichoke
Dick is long
It go poke
I got smoke if you want smoke
Take this toke until I'm broke
Say the same damn things about drugs I know yea
My bitch be in heat so I throw this bone yea
When she hit the street, I feel so alone
So I'm smoking all my weed until I stifle all my sorrows
Drinking cough syrup when you're not home
Will I be the right fit
I wish I was psychic
I just might turn up to kill my dome
Fuck it, please don't worry
Under drugs I'm buried

Written by:
Ethan Berg

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