DR. STRAIN Lyrics

Flames of the Faltine

Shiii, ugh ugh

I might be really insane, hold up, blame it up on the drain, it may kill in fact

Helium heal me, it keep me in tact, I keep up the attack, how he heave and he hack

Spill every drop til we even, in fact, we could never be that, been so long in a deficit

Spit so effortless, thing of the past, you cant find em like this no more, Rey on his Eckerd shit

Gotta keep the drugs, fuck a felony

Blue lights, eat the pack, think I'm pelican

True vice, steal yo light, favor Edison

Estuary, now she wet again

I cant find a peer that I ain't better than

All my niggas at the door, wont let us in

Lose my head over lettuce, I cannot chop it up

Need my silence, work for better zen

These days, these days, these days

Feel like time might stop a minute

Fast forward, now my top be spinning

All my niggas need guap infinite

Cream of the crop, top percentage

Hold up, who the fuck got problem wit it?

Hold up, this shit is not gone pretty

I cant sit still, coming for yo city

Fe Fie Fo Fum, FinFangFoom, muhfuck these niggas

Loch Ness, I be the monster with it

Last meal got my tonsils drippin

Take or hit or two, if not, you trippin

It just help me focus round the plot

I do hocus pocus on the clock

I got vultures waiting down the block, fuck it

These days I been feeling like its Taladega

Round and round, on fire

Electric fence around town, barbed wire

With a gun to my scalp, its hard to fire

Probably been did that, wasn't for supplier

My heart perspire, my art expire never

Big flame, be the black power fade Endeavor

Black sheep, and my clan birds of a feather

Black man, fuck the Klan, same thing 12

Fuck the world, til the stone feel like velvet

Bet I bleed, never drop knees

Ever trudge through the mud, boy I'm feelin godly

Shirt off, same thing, bitches gawk, golly

Need that gawk gawk errthang, like xyz

Be a freak of night, card up my sleeve

Got a garden in jar, ever harvest the tree, goddamn

These days, these days, these days

Feel like time might stop a minute

Fast forward, now my top be spinning

All my niggas need guap infinite

Cream of the crop, top percentage

Hold up, who the fuck got problem wit it?

Hold up, this shit is not gone pretty

I cant sit still, coming for yo city

Fe Fie Fo Fum, FinFangFoom, muhfuck these niggas

Loch Ness, I be the monster with it

Last meal got my tonsils drippin

Take or hit or two, if not, you trippin

It just help me focus round the plot

I do hocus pocus on the clock

I got vultures waiting down the block, fuck it

Time is an enemy to us all

Fuck it