[Intro]
Trap-a-Holics mixtapes
This a Scrim Beat!
Ah
Blunt to the face, baby bottle for the chase
Two pills and a half weight, high tolerance will stay face
Blunt to the face, baby bottle for the chase
Two pills and a half weight, high tolerance will stay face
[Verse 1]
Here I go, trippin' on the shit again
Pick it up, then I take another hit again
Cold water, followed by some Vicodin
Flip the ashes
Pack another bong again
Hope to take the pain away, from the feeling that I feel today
Feeling like, no one can relate
Mama, stay on that section eight
Feeling like a loner, marijuana, endorphins
Stay stronger for longer, stay stronger for longer
Now I’m at a house party, trippin' off
Sippin' that cough syrup, like it’s water
Never can't get called up, live my life in superstition
Like my word about the end, but I never give a fuck
No, Scrim never listen
No, no, Scrim never listen
Another hoping story, on some 808's, melodies and some hoes, PS3, and that Drake
Look around and all I see, blackness and tears, a product of me
Money hungry relatives, will take the dreams off a motherfucking rebels list
And I'm just stuck in this shit
Nothing but black in, my girls black too
Tattoos on the back with some tabs that's blue
Take it straight to the head, then look at her
Alarm clock goes off, ain't I dreamer?
Trap-a-Holics mixtapes
This a Scrim Beat!
Ah
Blunt to the face, baby bottle for the chase
Two pills and a half weight, high tolerance will stay face
Blunt to the face, baby bottle for the chase
Two pills and a half weight, high tolerance will stay face
[Verse 1]
Here I go, trippin' on the shit again
Pick it up, then I take another hit again
Cold water, followed by some Vicodin
Flip the ashes
Pack another bong again
Hope to take the pain away, from the feeling that I feel today
Feeling like, no one can relate
Mama, stay on that section eight
Feeling like a loner, marijuana, endorphins
Stay stronger for longer, stay stronger for longer
Now I’m at a house party, trippin' off
Sippin' that cough syrup, like it’s water
Never can't get called up, live my life in superstition
Like my word about the end, but I never give a fuck
No, Scrim never listen
No, no, Scrim never listen
Another hoping story, on some 808's, melodies and some hoes, PS3, and that Drake
Look around and all I see, blackness and tears, a product of me
Money hungry relatives, will take the dreams off a motherfucking rebels list
And I'm just stuck in this shit
Nothing but black in, my girls black too
Tattoos on the back with some tabs that's blue
Take it straight to the head, then look at her
Alarm clock goes off, ain't I dreamer?
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