smoothie moves Lyrics

Having thoughts of suicide but I just be ignoring them

Throw them in the back where I be storing them

I pray to god I wake up from this nightmare every morning

He must've lost his tab on me cus lately the demons start to pouring in

I'm boring in

Born to leave a subject for historians

Caught between commercials and emporiums

I Love to emphasize the horrors I been coarsely hoarding in

The bastard

Blow his load off just to cope and mulligan

The flow he sulking in

The cave that I been standing in and yelling echoing

The questions that I ask be answered in a day with one more quiz again

Who the realest one to grip the soul again

I wait another day before I see the demon creeping in

I've already accepted the fact that I am nothing

And once you stop your fear of death your heart will hence the pumping

And once you see the fear of god I put into a message

The way she look at all of us has got the bottom jumping huh

Having thoughts of suicide but I just be ignoring them

Throw them in the back where I be storing them

I pray to god I wake up from this nightmare every morning

He must've lost his tab on me cus lately the demons start to pouring in

Boring in

My brain is leaking fluid on the floor again

I mop it up with rappers think they got the balls to score again

I'm pouring them

Something that could stop of all the snoring then

I put them back to sleep and take some LCD to float again

Uh, I got some drug in my viens

I got some blood on my hanes

I got a hand in the game

I stick my dick in the game

I'm coming up for the game

I'm coming back for the title

I give these pussies an idol

They think that I'm very cute

All I had to do was smile

All I had to do was smile

All I had to was run

All I had to was come

All I had to do was shoot

All I wanna do is loot

I'm leaving something on tongue

I'm leaving maybe

A little bit something particular

He wanted me to adopt a new manager

They said that I cannot do it alone

So I'm cloning myself and he's my executioner

We in a CULT

Size 12 shoe finna make any shoe like a boot

I'm in a mood

They caught me lacking like once but I pulled up and backing the action

Don't make me shoot

I'm taking anything you think is loot

I don't commute

You better move

I make these pussies regret all they teachings and murder him down with a flute