(Intro: Imogen Heap)
How did you know
It's what I've always wanted
Could never have too many of these
Will quit kicking me under the table
I'm trying, will somebody make us shut up about it
Can we settle down, please
(Freestyle: Ricky Hil)
I'm based
This blunt laced
Why the fuck you think I take it to my face
I don't pass it, I ain't average
I'm just classic, I'm in the classic
Smoke in traffic, I'm a addict
I ain't passive, I'm aggressive
I flick ashes, born catholic
Still catholic, still pray n' shit
I'm high as shit, you know I'm taking shit
I ain't faking it, I was made for it
Morphine is my favorite
But it's hard to find this shit
When you friends you think you'd die from it
I'm fine with it, I still find the shit
And I be high as shit, with the angels
Why the angels got wings, they can't even sing
I had to earn stripes, like Bengals
Fuck the police, they all know me
And I hate them, starting not take that
I got a new place, met a bitch from way back
Got her pregnant, she couldn't have that
I keep sips in my nap sack
And my lean be on ice like Havlat, motherfucker
Don't pass that, that shit laced
Thought I told you, they ain't 'posed to have that
Pass it back for me, Imma feel free
Oxycontin, oxycontin, roxycontin, b
What you saying B, what my options be
I'm 23, no motherfucker stopping me
I see the bitch that I love, don't want me
And my withdraws haunt me
Kids from high school, used to taunt me
Now famous bitches text me, telling me they want me
Fuck all these bitches
I got Five-O's on me and the Feds on me
They always want me, won't find shit
I'd be gone free, and I never miss day break
I broke 12, pour activist in Gatorade
Still stay awake, cuz my mind race
Like a fucking horse, I'm an Aries horse
From the upper north, never catch me dead in a Porsche
But you know that of course, I'm just rapping
I ain't waiting for the chorus
Your boyfriend probably just a nerd like Porridge
I'm hot like Porridge, she gon' suck me
Like she got a lot of courage
And even tho' she don't, bitches insecure
Me too, I'm human too motherfucker, I bleed too
I call my bitch on the phone, saying: "I don't need you"
Even tho' you tatted on my skin, I still don't need you
You could probably hear my pain, I bet that bleed through this microphone
While I'll be all alone
Four 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 don't 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?
How did you know
It's what I've always wanted
Could never have too many of these
Will quit kicking me under the table
I'm trying, will somebody make us shut up about it
Can we settle down, please
(Freestyle: Ricky Hil)
I'm based
This blunt laced
Why the fuck you think I take it to my face
I don't pass it, I ain't average
I'm just classic, I'm in the classic
Smoke in traffic, I'm a addict
I ain't passive, I'm aggressive
I flick ashes, born catholic
Still catholic, still pray n' shit
I'm high as shit, you know I'm taking shit
I ain't faking it, I was made for it
Morphine is my favorite
But it's hard to find this shit
When you friends you think you'd die from it
I'm fine with it, I still find the shit
And I be high as shit, with the angels
Why the angels got wings, they can't even sing
I had to earn stripes, like Bengals
Fuck the police, they all know me
And I hate them, starting not take that
I got a new place, met a bitch from way back
Got her pregnant, she couldn't have that
I keep sips in my nap sack
And my lean be on ice like Havlat, motherfucker
Don't pass that, that shit laced
Thought I told you, they ain't 'posed to have that
Pass it back for me, Imma feel free
Oxycontin, oxycontin, roxycontin, b
What you saying B, what my options be
I'm 23, no motherfucker stopping me
I see the bitch that I love, don't want me
And my withdraws haunt me
Kids from high school, used to taunt me
Now famous bitches text me, telling me they want me
Fuck all these bitches
I got Five-O's on me and the Feds on me
They always want me, won't find shit
I'd be gone free, and I never miss day break
I broke 12, pour activist in Gatorade
Still stay awake, cuz my mind race
Like a fucking horse, I'm an Aries horse
From the upper north, never catch me dead in a Porsche
But you know that of course, I'm just rapping
I ain't waiting for the chorus
Your boyfriend probably just a nerd like Porridge
I'm hot like Porridge, she gon' suck me
Like she got a lot of courage
And even tho' she don't, bitches insecure
Me too, I'm human too motherfucker, I bleed too
I call my bitch on the phone, saying: "I don't need you"
Even tho' you tatted on my skin, I still don't need you
You could probably hear my pain, I bet that bleed through this microphone
While I'll be all alone
Four 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 don't 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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