Delirium - POLTERGEIST

Beam on a stick, a swisher and a stack
Walk with a limp cause my pockets too fat
Please do no disturb me in the background seeing black
They don't want no problem they know kami be on that

I've been feeling overworked and fucking tired all the time
Call up bro and get to pouring mixing dirty with the sprite
Blowing smoke, like a ghost, lookin like a poltergeist
We got straps like a dyke, you get fucked on sight

Please not disturb me bitch,
I'm working on dying
I just heard your music bitch,
you aint even trying
You aint never do shit, but capping, stop lying
Turn it too a shootout, Smith and Wesson heavy iron

Choppa staying cozy on my body like a Eskimo
I be out in public, smoking backwoods out in Mexico
New pack just landed down I got more gas then a Texaco
I caught him lacking the .38 be like hey, hello!

you busy setting the low
I'm busy getting some more
Roll up a blunt of the slow
I'm finna chop it with bro

I paint his block, Van Gough
Knock of his top, hello
You getting played, cello
He not okay, uh oh

He think he special Modelo
I keep a stick Donatello
His girl a fan of mine
it got him paranoid like Othello
The shooter hopping out the taxi
Move like Robert Di Nero
And I've been smoking big gas big head like a pharaoh

And so I smoke me a elbow
I'm high like Kilimanjaro
I swallow half of the bottle
I wont remember tomorrow
I wont remember the bullshit
I wont remember the sorrow
You haven't got what I envy
So why the fuck would I follow

Beam on a stick, a swisher and a stack
Walk with a limp cause my pockets too fat
Please do no disturb me in the background seeing black
They don't want no problem they know kami be on that

I've been feeling overworked and fucking tired all the time
Call up bro and get to pouring mixing dirty with the sprite
Blowing smoke, like a ghost, lookin like a poltergeist
We got straps like a dyke, you get fucked on sight

Written by:
sam arnedo

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