Off The Drugs (O.T.D) Lyrics

Uh let's get this shit

Let's get this shit

Let's get this shit

Let's get this

I was off the drugs

I was off the drank

I was off the vibes

I was off them pills

I was getting high

I was doing me

Uh

Yeah

Never satisfied with my own songs

I was making heat but no fire alarm

My room was hot like a sauna

This city filled me with trauma

Guns to the head yeah I need a break

They shoot to kill blame it on a plague

I'm a lucky few that don't follow trends

Got a bunch of views not a single tape

Uh

Yeah

Come catch a ride with me

I'll bring the bars and hope to win the fucking lottery

Buy a bunch of cars and give out to my own family

Buy a brand new house to raise my children happily

Get the squad Benzes like we got a strategy

We gonna

Fuck this game for what's it worth

I fucked that bitch and she gave birth

Yung Geezy is a curse

Wonder when it will be worth

My own life or maybe worse

If the devil get involved

You know my family gone be hurt

Growing up it was a sin to dance with demons in a church

But I still

But I still

But I still

But I still

But I still did

confessions only last a week

The most a stay sober after finding out my dad deceased

What really fucked me up was seeing my own sister RIP

Never thought I'll see the day that suicide run in my genes

But I still did

confessions only last a week

The most a stay sober after finding out my dad deceased

What really fucked me up was seeing my own sister RIP

Never thought I'll see the day that suicide run in my genes

I was off the drugs

I was off the drank

I was off the vibes

I was off them pills

I was getting high

I was doing me

Uh

Yeah

Making my own plug

I was in a dream

I was getting high

Like every week

Days passing by

Felt like a dream

By it was just the weed

Yeah

Didn't know how deep I got

I was running low so I dropped the top

Letting things go was like so damn hard

Gas on E so I prayed to God

Lord save my soul or let me drop

I was 15 going to the pawn shop

fake ID McLovin got caught

Run up my digits don't let me run out

My demons official we don't make a sound

When we in your area running around

Looking for you while you looking for clout

Looking for money while we in a drought

You looking like dinner and we hungry now

Doot doot doot

That's the sound that we make

Taking your money and telling you thanks

We being polite like we saying our grace

Being polite like we saying our grace

yeah