CLUB LAGA ft. M. Stacks Lyrics

BOO!!

Oh Shit

Bill Waves

M Stacks

Pittsburgh

I'm from such a dark place

My head could never be fully put back on straight

It's lonely now, at 3 am all by myself it's been a long day

I don't question what God gave me

I pick up my phone open my notes and write to whatever plays

M stacks sent a new pack, and said he needed a break from trap when he made these

So I picked my favorites, and he said do your thing

Thank you bruh

I fuck my girl to Coltrane on a rainy day and roll up some lazy looking blunts

The red sweets games fit at least half an 8th

It's common sense

Your trying too hard burning 10 grams for Instagram at once

We all know it's a waste

We all know your not the truth

That's why every morning I give God my praise

My girl knows I got the juice

I don't need to talk about yours I'm not insecure

I did my thing made it out of a bad situation

I want to know you can do the same

When you love what you do

You don't need to take vacations

If you work hard enough and have enough faith to contend with me

Then let's see okay

My first taste of cocaine, a young age

Only fourteen

Used to be on Forbes Avenue with the gutter punks at the hardcore shows

Back when I learned how to smoke weed and skate

The lead singer threw a Bible into the mosh pit at Club Laga, and my face looked pretty amazed

As I watched them rip it to shreds

Boy we've seen some things

This girl I brought from school gave a old man head right in front of me after he bought her a St. Ides, and she only was in the tenth grade

It's those weird little things

That have you thinking it's such a crazy world

All these dark thoughts that I'd keep to myself

The work I put it in is the only reason I have the nerve to pray that this verse takes me far far away

I got hundreds of verses written inside of my phone

You gave up on all of your dreams

Give me break

You think it's all about luck

I don't really think so

Maybe all you need is a little faith

I prayed for God to take my sickness away

I got hundreds of verses written inside of my phone

You gave up on all of your dreams give me a break

You think its all about luck I don't really think so

BOO!

BOO Whoa!

It's The Yellow Ghost

BOO Whoa!