Binge Lyrics

Taking

Xanax

So I'm

Looney with the papers

Rolling up trees yea rolling down tints yea

Drinking all night then fucking that bitch yea

This my bitch yea rolling up trees yea

Rolling my trees yea

Yea yea

Fucked up in the head 'cos

Trauma from the past still haunt me to this day

So I smoke green, so I can take the pain away

Weed on my binge

Rolling with brown rolling up trees I only see green

Grind on my bitch

Grind on my 9 rolling up sheets ain't nothing to see

Ain't rhymes in this shit

Talk about dying in this bitch

I'd die for this shit

No lies to my clique

Binging on chronic

Rolling up trees

Rolling down tints, yea yea

Weed on my binge

Rolling with brown rolling up trees I only see green

Grind on my bitch

Grind on my 9 rolling up sheets ain't nothing to see

Ain't rhymes in this shit

Talk about dying in this bitch

I'd die for this shit

No lies to my clique

Binge watching Family Guy

Ain't no family guy Ill shoot yo block

Yea youngin' Don get down yea

Youngin' Don get down

This how Don get down yea

This how we get down

All of y'all get down yea

Youngin' Don get down

Fucked up with the squad yea

Fucked up

Fucked up

Fucked up

Fucked up with the squad

Tryin' all kind of drugs

Fucked up times

Problems with my trust

Used to be dawgs

Now I wish you'd get hit by a bus

Watching time fly, drinking to adjust

Mix the liquor and the pills trynna drown out the sorrow

And I'm thinking

I gotta couple papers that I gotta borrow

Give 'em back tomorrow

Gotta grind the green and smoke away my sorrow

Roll it with the papers I only smoke raw

Don't ask yo bitch to tell you what she saw

Cos everytime we fuck we smoking till our throats thaw

Watchin time fly by smoking to adjust bro

Yea youngin' Don get down yea

Youngin' Don get down

This how Don get down yea

This how we get down

All of y'all get down yea

Youngin' Don get down

Fucked up with the squad yea

Fucked up

Weed on my binge

Rolling with brown rolling up trees I only see green

Grind on my bitch

Grind on my 9 rolling up sheets ain't nothing to see

Ain't rhymes in this shit

Talk about dying in this bitch

I'd die for this shit

No lies to my clique

Binging on chronic

Rolling up trees

Rolling down tints, yea yea

Weed on my binge

Rolling with brown rolling up trees I only see green

Grind on my bitch

Grind on my 9 rolling up sheets ain't nothing to see

Ain't rhymes in this shit

Talk about dying in this bitch

I'd die for this shit

No lies to my clique

Binge watching Family Guy

Ain't no family guy Ill shoot yo block