Andy Breshears - Wonderland (feat. The Xamples) Lyrics

Hey man this party is lit
Yup I know, they got some snow too
Damn I don't know man I'm already faded I'm good on the blow
Cmon man just, just a bump
I've only tried it maybe, maybe once
Yeah I mean I've definitely had it too much
Cmon just one line
F*ck it fine
I hate winter, but I play in the snow oh
I got the drip when you know you know oh
A moment later I get the taste
Feeling numb I can't feel my face
I really like to hit the slopes
White girl got me on the ropes
I hate winter, but I play in the snow oh
I got the drip when you know you know oh
A moment later I get the taste
Feeling numb I can't feel my face
I really like to hit the slopes
White girl got me on the ropes
Damn why is it hard to smell?
Is that my shirt bleeding? (Wait)
Shirts can't bleeding is that from my nose?
Blood drops on my clothes?
Think my face is falling off
My bad I'm falling face first towards a glass table
Hopefully my face falls in this pile of blow
Covered in glass too faded to even know I'm starting to twitch
I'm Harlem shakin' this bitch
This is a trip on a first night's flight to a place in my mind that doesn't exist
I think my tongue's falling out cause I'm talkin' with a lisp
As my words slurred, my vision blurred
I'm high as a bird, but my throat's so numb I can't even swallow
Maybe I should start breathin', deal with this shit tomorrow
I hate winter, but I play in the snow oh
I got the drip when you know you know oh
A moment later I get the taste
Feeling numb I can't feel my face
I really like to hit the slopes
White girl got me on the ropes
I hate winter, but I play in the snow oh
I got the drip when you know you know oh
A moment later I get the taste
Feeling numb I can't feel my face
I really like to hit the slopes
White girl got me on the ropes
Okay I'm sippin' bourbon on Bourbon Street
But it's the one time you can't call me a saint
I wanna get to the business, but it's been so hard for me to f*ckin' concentrate
Get out my business, it's my biznazz (get the f*ck up out)
Stay the f*ck up out my biznazz, it's my, it's my, it's my
Medicaid that's how I mediate all of my problems
That's my hunger for more
Now my soulless is soul serving up a dinner plate
No appetizer full course please give me more
Let's chop it up and line it up
Let's speed it up two lines at once
So I can feel the rush for a couple of seconds
And while the world goes hush I'm waking up like I was concussed
I think my nose has had enough