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• Artiste: Indica
• Titre: Madness
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I don’t wanna memorise them bad days The bad jays that we rolled back saturday We light it up getting lit as fuck, you need a sippy cup Pissing your pants you crybaby you ain’t even tough And bob passed the blunt Got me chopping up the weed and then we pack it up Got me orderin a feed we better wrap this up Pay tax, kick back and get fat as fuck I do shit for myself I don’t bother doing nothing for ain't nobody else Cause my quote on quote mates don’t even care bout my health They only care about the bank i make so they can fuck themselves I don’t wanna memorise them bad days The bad jays that we rolled back saturday We light it up getting lit as fuck, you need a sippy cup Pissing your pants you crybaby you ain’t even tough These days been getting darker by the minute Told em “pack me up” and then i lit it Hating every second on this earth cause i ain’t winning So watch me while i place a bet on life i’m always bidding All of my life i ain’t been fittin in Really wishing that i could’ve been a better friend Choppin and spinnin and packin and rippin And flipping off the teachers in the middle of the science block i’m spitting On the ground, living wage is minimum I spit into her mouth, and the oxytocin kickin in Cause she cannot resist it, she can’t lie she missed it Practically begging me telling me to put my dick in I slept in, oh shit i’m late for work again Thc and alcohol levels are high inside my brain I work my ass off, just to lounge and have bongs Makin mad songs, dropping them like they is damn bombs Hand jobs planned robberies children getting lobotomy’s Sick of this shit world full of all of the fake wannabes But everyone’s a wannabe, who the hell you wanna be? I wanna be a man but i can’t when i see this part of me I don’t wanna memorise them bad days The bad jays that we rolled back saturday We light it up getting lit as fuck, you need a sippy cup Pissing your pants you crybaby you ain’t even tough