Trippin' 110 Lyrics

I'm busy sipping my 40

You're bitching it's way too gory

I miss the days of abuse

With my only valid use

It's the days of drinking

It's the ways I was sinking

In a deep violent state

Of which I'll never recuperate

Don't think you slick

I know what you were doing

Don't think too quick

I wouldn't engage

If I knew what I took was laced

But you're never thinking

About the plague

That you inflict everyday

Think of your words

Then think of your rage

Stumbling inauthentically

Through your dust in the cage

You know what you wanna say

But are we both in sync

But then you get it

I ain't one to be timid

Up in the kitchen sink

Don't you even think twice

Does she know

Well she must

Why the fuck would she be coming

If she wanted her body adjusted

Talk slow

Don't mention the blow

That's underneath your fingernails

While her eyes start to roll

I'll let you in on a secret

I'm a fucking piece of shit

It's a lack of critique

Yet my knees get weak

You pretend to not to speak

But I know you chipped in

My vision's blurry

But I'll still fucking kill you trippin'

Sorry baby ain't no breakdown

It only comes out on the tiles

After popping pills a while

To be honest

Ain't no plan

It's just a chronic way to scam

It's not something I need

But I miss it when I

Choke myself to sleep

I give 110 of my twenty percent capacity

Do it again

But I'm a one trick pony

Thinly viewed vail

But this shit is getting stale

I can try to find these stories

But I fear I've shed my scales