Cropze - Philip Fry.

Put my faith in the liquor once
Used to rub white on my gums
Tabs on my thumbs
Sometimes psychedelics the only time that i felt
But i really felt numb
And i really felt dumb
But my brain never noticed cause the colors on the wall
Painted pictures in my bedroom all the way down the hall
It's just a fraction of what i imagine this tabs a distraction i'm in a free fall
Hoping paralysis comes in a wave
Mix it with cannabis roll up a jay
I prefer blunts what gave it away
Nicotine addiction or my lung decay
Astray filled with roaches used to have em in the kitchen
But i never saw em cause i've been having trouble eating
But if you talking beats i'm a freak i'm a beast
You'll be done in a week i just call it like i see em

Keep my shades on over bloodshot eyes
Sip another whiskey pour it over ice
In the bathroom with a girl doing lines then i sniff all night Man i do this all time
Hit another bender but i don't recognize it until i'm in the booth
Call a dude phillip fry
Numbing succumbing to mental decline
Hating myself and i do not know why

I'm drinking whiskey with coke
Choking on smoke
Bump after bump feel i'm having a stroke
Slurring my words i don't know what i spoke
Laugh it all off everything's just a joke
Hatred is coming my anger is pumping
My general analysis change day to day
It's been awhile since i've thrown in the towel
I've blacked out a couple of times yesterday
Hallucinogenics take over domestics become an aestethic forget its a crime
Tripping in public i'm chugging a bottle i'm toking a blizzy feel like it's my prime
Hit me in the dm
Don't you fucking hit my line
Unless we getting naughty
I don't really got time
It's my third day like uzi and i'm feeling kinda woozy
The goose got me truly in my feelings i

Keep my shades on over bloodshot eyes
Sip another whiskey pour it over ice
In the bathroom with a girl doing lines then i sniff all night Man i do this all time
Hit another bender but i don't recognize it until i'm in the booth
Call a dude phillip fry
Numbing succumbing to mental decline
Hating myself and i do not know why

Keep your opinions inside of your brain
I've heard it all once man you're talking the same
I've had my suspicions about these prescriptions
I've only popped xans when i'm up in a plane
They trying to smoke well then tell them come through
Fill up my house with bout 3 or 4 crews
Bringing the white bringing the booze
I'm bringing myself i got nothing to lose
Hoping paralysis comes in a wave
Mix it with cannabis roll up a jay
I prefer blunts what gave it away
Nicotine addiction or my lung decay
Lit another ciggy from the pack i just bought
Split another baggie in the back of the lot
Jazzy rolling up cause we need another blunt
In the backseat keep an eye out for cops

Keep my shades on over bloodshot eyes
Sip another whiskey pour it over ice
In the bathroom with a girl doing lines then i sniff all night Man i do this all time
Hit another bender but i don't recognize it until i'm in the booth
Call a dude phillip fry
Numbing succumbing to mental decline
Hating myself and i do not know why

Written by:
Ryan Palmer

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