Fire watching
Body watching
Bonfire floored
IPad with the whiteys from the night before
Promethazine, Visine, Vyvanse calling
I skipped on prom and dropped the bomb before they bombed Boston
Lil' kid out here rapping with the hair out
I'm Canadian but really where I'm at brah
It's the process, where the progress I ain't tryna think
Every thought inside my head is telling me to sink
Swallow more pills, say yes to more deals
The flat chest to big breast to no stress to pain pills
I'm not tryna feel
Not really tryna feel
What the hell around you
Depresh and less skills
Xanny help the brain to access the f*cking pain pills
Then regret then repent then sip it till pain spills
Homie for real
Lost my homies for real
I'm ghosting boys that been the boys before the dreams stilled
I swear I ain't kill
Swear i ain't skilled
I pushed em off, I cocked the glock and then the pain pills
My entire life regret
You twenty-three boy you ain't really seen nothing yet
Ain't that the f*cking problem
I'm really not that awesome
I'm stuck inside this building, building what could never blossom
I'm tryna get the karma
I'm tryna get the commas
I just want the baby mamas in the f*cking college
Back in it verse two what could go wrong
I hit the bong and everybody breaking out in song
Slopes already sliding
The girl already vibing
I hope the goat go cross the moat with Mr. f*cking Iver-son
Attilla the Hun is here
It's lots of shots its lots of vodka ice molly and beer
I'm ready for the cheer
Invicti got no fear
Already made it my head just gotta make it here
It's like if I write every single thought I'm ever feeling
I'll be famous in a couple i'll be f*cking chilling
Until then I'm vibing
Victi' done bought an island
The scythe on sharpen brain on darker xannies got me righteous
I'm the king
I'm the king
Everybody tell it
I wake up next morning no money f*cking headache
I do it all again
Call up my druggy friends
Ain't got no molly but the lines all crimes
I copped some ben-zos
Hoes come flooding in
Apocalypse of sucking cock and all the locks within
We floating for the sins
We scoping for the win
I pop a couple tots and watch it all repeat again
Invicti
Bitch
Invicti - Pain Spills Lyrics
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Fire watching
Body watching
Bonfire floored
IPad with the whiteys from the night before
Promethazine, Visine, Vyvanse calling
I skipped on prom and dropped the bomb before they bombed Boston
Lil' kid out here rapping with the hair out
I'm Canadian but really where I'm at brah
It's the process, where the progress I ain't tryna think
Every thought inside my head is telling me to sink
Swallow more pills, say yes to more deals
The flat chest to big breast to no stress to pain pills
I'm not tryna feel
Not really tryna feel
What the hell around you
Depresh and less skills
Xanny help the brain to access the f*cking pain pills
Then regret then repent then sip it till pain spills
Homie for real
Lost my homies for real
I'm ghosting boys that been the boys before the dreams stilled
I swear I ain't kill
Swear i ain't skilled
I pushed em off, I cocked the glock and then the pain pills
My entire life regret
You twenty-three boy you ain't really seen nothing yet
Ain't that the f*cking problem
I'm really not that awesome
I'm stuck inside this building, building what could never blossom
I'm tryna get the karma
I'm tryna get the commas
I just want the baby mamas in the f*cking college
Back in it verse two what could go wrong
I hit the bong and everybody breaking out in song
Slopes already sliding
The girl already vibing
I hope the goat go cross the moat with Mr. f*cking Iver-son
Attilla the Hun is here
It's lots of shots its lots of vodka ice molly and beer
I'm ready for the cheer
Invicti got no fear
Already made it my head just gotta make it here
It's like if I write every single thought I'm ever feeling
I'll be famous in a couple i'll be f*cking chilling
Until then I'm vibing
Victi' done bought an island
The scythe on sharpen brain on darker xannies got me righteous
I'm the king
I'm the king
Everybody tell it
I wake up next morning no money f*cking headache
I do it all again
Call up my druggy friends
Ain't got no molly but the lines all crimes
I copped some ben-zos
Hoes come flooding in
Apocalypse of sucking cock and all the locks within
We floating for the sins
We scoping for the win
I pop a couple tots and watch it all repeat again
Invicti
Bitch
Body watching
Bonfire floored
IPad with the whiteys from the night before
Promethazine, Visine, Vyvanse calling
I skipped on prom and dropped the bomb before they bombed Boston
Lil' kid out here rapping with the hair out
I'm Canadian but really where I'm at brah
It's the process, where the progress I ain't tryna think
Every thought inside my head is telling me to sink
Swallow more pills, say yes to more deals
The flat chest to big breast to no stress to pain pills
I'm not tryna feel
Not really tryna feel
What the hell around you
Depresh and less skills
Xanny help the brain to access the f*cking pain pills
Then regret then repent then sip it till pain spills
Homie for real
Lost my homies for real
I'm ghosting boys that been the boys before the dreams stilled
I swear I ain't kill
Swear i ain't skilled
I pushed em off, I cocked the glock and then the pain pills
My entire life regret
You twenty-three boy you ain't really seen nothing yet
Ain't that the f*cking problem
I'm really not that awesome
I'm stuck inside this building, building what could never blossom
I'm tryna get the karma
I'm tryna get the commas
I just want the baby mamas in the f*cking college
Back in it verse two what could go wrong
I hit the bong and everybody breaking out in song
Slopes already sliding
The girl already vibing
I hope the goat go cross the moat with Mr. f*cking Iver-son
Attilla the Hun is here
It's lots of shots its lots of vodka ice molly and beer
I'm ready for the cheer
Invicti got no fear
Already made it my head just gotta make it here
It's like if I write every single thought I'm ever feeling
I'll be famous in a couple i'll be f*cking chilling
Until then I'm vibing
Victi' done bought an island
The scythe on sharpen brain on darker xannies got me righteous
I'm the king
I'm the king
Everybody tell it
I wake up next morning no money f*cking headache
I do it all again
Call up my druggy friends
Ain't got no molly but the lines all crimes
I copped some ben-zos
Hoes come flooding in
Apocalypse of sucking cock and all the locks within
We floating for the sins
We scoping for the win
I pop a couple tots and watch it all repeat again
Invicti
Bitch
Writer: Jesse Dube
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid