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[Intro]
HEAL
[Verse 1: Lil Darkie]
Should have fucked around and threw it in the bag
Chronic
Throw some new tags on it
Race a blue jag sonic
I be smelling in public in my hoodie walking silent
Meet my gaze and I double it
I got problem, I got problem with state of things
Problem with the shame that niggas know and the weight it brings
Hmm, Sit and talk about faded things
I got no more time for bullshit
North on Lakewood, make a left turn when I hit Del Amo
Wit’ the fellows pop modelos like some real chicanos
Hell if I know when I’m stopping nothing’s ever final
I will drop him if he not been watching for his spinal
6 o’clock, know you really in the shit
When you looking for piss to cop with the swishers
Pistol pop and then it’s whispers, Shhh
Switch to backwoods
I need it to smack good
Sleeping through the street talking at night
Refuse to go to that hood
[Chorus: Lil Darkie]
You won’t catch me tripping
Pay attention where I walk
“You won’t catch me slipping”
Niggas say it but it’s talk
If I come to getcha you’ll be sleeping, grip no Glock
I be double dipping bitch
I gotta get that guap
I be in the kitchen drinking till my worry hung
Sorrow I’m emitting you can taste it on your tongue
Feeling like I’m evil
I be creeping down the halls
I like killing people in the steeples and the malls
[Post-Chorus: Lil Darkie]
I smoke that illegal to posses in every state
Feeling great, as I can hold my hate inside my hands
Watch it dance like I’m running yo fade or confronting my fate
Hope I’m none in yo way
I keep the gun on my waist…
For the pressure, yessir
Touch your head and bless ya
Now you ain’t a stressor…
Give her D like a professor (Give her D like a professor)
[Verse 2: BLCKK]
Know you got a problem when the people that you care about Keep drowning out and way too fucking far into this bottle
Just to pick it up (Fuck)
And they bring the Alcohol and dumb shit
Talk it out
What’s the protocol?
I’m dying too fast
Don’t you want cash?
Watch the time pass
Body in the trashcan
I can’t feel
Gimme my deal
Signing all my rights away to bigger better men
Got the money I’ma kill
All my friends
Fuckin’ my head up
Sleepin’ in the bathtub
Wrist cut open
Body been broken
Die too young
That’s a man made slogan
I got all my problems be intense inside my head
They pay no rent, I’m going crazy
Thinking maybe I should ditch the fucking safety
What’s the… problem
I got too many to solve ’em
And I got family, I’m too busy to call ’em
I fuck around and let it slip
I’m at the bottom
And my relationships keep dying with my state of mind
I’m at the bottom
I’m still ain’t thinking bitches cry (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Cause pain when you talk
Can you shut the fuck up
Save the chatter for the dogs now
Can’t walk around the city
Hope I die before I’m fifty
I can’t watch my fucking children turn into me
[Chorus: Lil Darkie & BLCKK]
You won’t catch me tripping
Pay attention where I walk
“You won’t catch me slipping”
Niggas say it but it’s talk
If I come to getcha you’ll be sleeping
Grip, no Glock
I be double dipping bitch
I gotta get that guap
I be in the kitchen drinking till my worry hung
Sorrow I’m emitting you can taste it on your tongue
Feeling like I’m evil
I be creeping down the halls
I like killing people in the steeples and the malls
[Outro: Lil Darkie]
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
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