5s & 10s ft. Famine Lyrics

White kid, pushing trips in the sticks

Ten thousand hits all shipped in a zip

Sent old mate on a flight, paper up on his dick

Money when I tear this up, cash off the rip

Straight up, came up off the Hofmann's

Before that, running round weed in my socks man

Couple stacks came in, had all the boys like "goddamn"

Cunts flying round like the Mothman

Chest been infected, can't kick this cough

Couple sticks in my lungs, I'll smoke again once it drops off

Got some things hard, some things soft

Too much food, come get it out the trough

Chuck the profs, clean through the live stream

Big Cartel orders, couple extra copies

Cunts laying it on thick, like sunscreen

Big Cartel, putting things against bodies

Melbourne City, I only spend those fives and tens

All the fifties go to that bloke in the Benz

Now I made a couple new friends

Everything looks eets, then again that depends on the lens

Youngins hiding shit, from their rents

Kicked out, now I'm paying for their rent

Had to learn how to read someone's intent

Talking shit, can't figure out what he meant

Famine back once again

I don't give a fuck about you or your friends

Famine back killing trends

Don't get mad that Trav stole your stems

Famine back once again

I'm buying Nikes with ones, fives and tens

Famine back killing trends

Me and Trav, in a black Benz

2 against 4, boxy in the satty

Best hope that I never got your addy

Breaking through your window, crowbar make you restart like Windows

Broadway, broad daylight

Getting pulled up, for a fucked tail-light

Meet in the alley, Trav's got your insides

Throat-punch's got you eating your windpipe