Cosmic - BrownShoes Lyrics

Ala berry
Ala berry and they really scary
I love berry and they call it Mary
I love berry and she bloody Mary
Bloody Mary up on the wall
What am I doing?
I wanna ball
F*ck am I suppose to do with the cash
Give me the green
I wanna dash
Give me that muhphukin green
I'ma need me some weed
I'ma need me some weed
Shoulda stayed smoking weed
I
Ima dope fíen
I am tweek, out in the streets
Now I need ice, now I need fix
I need it quick, me no me giving no shits
I'm out in the streets
I'm alone taking these hits
I'm looking for the fix
Don't f*ck with my clique!
We the types to go gat you down
With these mags up on our f*cking waist
I don't tug and play
Got no time to waste
Every f*cking day, I'm, on my f*cking grind
Got these drugs on my mind
And all the time and every time I fly, you can't f*ck with mine
As I'm floating down the drain
You can meet me up in space

I'ma dope fiend
I don't smoke weed
But ima dope fiend
I don't smoke

Cracka killa, ima be the winner
Wanna be the spilla
I don't need a hitta to go hit a lick
Pawned a body upon a shop
Go ahead I pop the shots
Dope heads are licking my dick
On some hippie shit
Whatastupidbitch
I'ma go hit the shop, empty clips
Til you drop
I lost my sane, ever since I came, onto your face
I'ma wolf from the bay
Time to move by lake
Cos'me so damn insane

The darkness is evil was crawling inside me
To solve all my problems
To leave em in ditches
I don't want my riches
I just want my fixes
I'm picking all up on my face
Pinching I'm thinking they bug's
I don't have any love
Lost everyone I loved
Cause of a stupid ass drugs
Whippin and Whippin the chicken
The bitches nominate me as agoon
On the go for the dope
I'll be the one on the floor
Never picking up my phone

Bitch is a dope fiend
You can call me a dope fiend
I'll be up by the ol' C
Up in the morning I'm cracking and peeling, I'm tweeking
I'm searching for meds
While I f*ck the feds
Ducking and dodging through the fence
Hurdle through the cement
Police sentence to death
I'm so pissed
Im so grumpy
Had to hit a lick
Had to get my fix
It's not funny I'm so bummy
I'm not the same
I
Don't like the way my life has changed, this drug called death done
Methed up my brain, I'm not the same
You can take away my so called friends
The people I chose to chill with
The dip shits I've killed with
I'm mush
Can't see straight
Dizzy brain
Off my love
I'm in shakes
Miss. Brown shoes
I need my
Brown shoes