[Intro Imogen Heap] How did you know Its what Ive always wanted Could never have too many of these Will you quit kicking me under the table Im trying, will somebody make us shut up about it Can we settle down, please [Freestyle Ricky Hil] Im based, this blunt laced Why the fuck you think I take it to my face I dont pass it, I aint average Im just classic, Im in the class Smoke in traffic, Im a addict I aint passive, Im aggressive I flick ashes, born catholic Still catholic, still pray n shit Im high as shit, you know Im taking shit I aint faking it, I was made for it Morphine is my favorite But its hard to find this shit When your friends think you die from it Im fine with it, I still find the shit And I be high as shit, with the angels Why the angels got wings, they cant even sing I had to earn these stripes, like Bengals Fuck the police, they all know me And I hate them, startin not take that I got a new place, met a bitch from way back Got her pregnant, she couldnt have that I keep sips to my nap sack And my lean be on ice like a Havlat, motherfucker Dont pass that, this shit laced Tought I told you, they aint posed to have that Hash wax and lean, Imma feel free Oxycontin, oxycontin, roxycontin, b What you sayin B, what my options be Im 23, no motherfucker stopping me I see the bitch that I love, dont want me And my withdraws haunt me Kids from highschool, used to taunt me Now famous bitches text me, telling me they want me Fuck all these bitches I got FiveOs on me and the Feds on me They always want me, wont find shit Id be gon free, and I never miss day break I broke 12 boy, pour activist in Gatorade Still stay awake, cus my mind race Like a fucking horse, Imma aries horse From the upper north, never catch me dead in a Porsche But you know that of course, Im just rapping I aint waiting for the chorus Your boyfriend probably just a nerd like [?] Im hot like porridge, she gon suck me Like she got alot of courage And even tho she dont, bitches insecure Me too, Im human too motherfucker, I bleed too I call my bitch on the phone, saying I dont need you Even tho you tatted on my skin, I still dont need you You could probably hear my pain, I bet that bleed through this microphone While Ill be all alone 4 corner home, I just try and stay stoned Listen to the acapella You can hear the smoke leak through the headphones My grandpa gonna die soon, I dont want him to die alone That shit gonna make me cry alone Fuck that, I got his name I carry that, Jimmy James motherfucker Bury that, I mean I murder that Ricky Hil from the Ville Where the hippies at, where they at
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