24/7 ft. Kid Meiyo Lyrics

Right now, I can't feel my face

Am I really dead inside

Yeah

On the surface, you would think that I'm A-OK

Because I'm always getting high

I'm alone with the shadows on the walls

In my room, all my demons hide the pain

Yeah

24-7 intoxicated off alcohol and drugs

I'll be alright today

Right now, I can't feel my face

Am I really dead inside

Yeah

On the surface, you would think that I'm A-OK

Because I'm always getting high

I'm alone with the shadows on the walls

In my room, all my demons hide the pain

24-7 intoxicated off alcohol and drugs

I'll be alright today

24-7 intoxicated off alcohol and drugs

I'll be alright today

24-7 intoxicated off alcohol and drugs

I'll be alright today

Think of my overdose

I'm fighting battles and no one knows

Soon I'ma sell out arenas

proofs in the puddin' you wouldn't believe it

Got it out the mud

I used to have hols on my sneakers

Won't fuck with a hoe that belong to the streets I can't keep her

shorty gon' bounce her fat ass to the beat

While I'm smoking my reefer

Feel like I'm Roddy Ricch

How they gon' put me in a box

Probably for 20 strips

My hitters gon' aim at your top

I get a bag

Then go straight to the bank with the guap

I'm at the party

Codeine got me dizzy

My brody gon' pour up

A four of the wock

Spend 500 polyester Ralph Lauren

I'm ballin' hard

Games on lock

Like Master P

I'ma break em off

Niggas tryna be like DEIRA

You can't take my sauce

Some things I'ma take to my grave red rum

I'm in the future

Driving the fast cars

Bands in the dash

While I'm speeding like NASCAR

I ain't got hoes

What the fuck I'm gon' lie for

This is the shit that a fool ain't got time for

I just invest all my money in Tom Ford

Perky's and Prada this shit

I ain't gon' die for

I ain't got talent

But people keep asking

Foolish bro

Why you keep talking about rapping

I don't know brody

This shit be my passion

I'm just gon' make it

Till niggas stop laughing

I just keep going

Till I'm in a mansion

Blowing my nose

To the latest of fashion

I feel like Dorothy or something

One minute broke

Cause the Soviet Russian

Next minute hanging with groupies

We fucking

I don't know nigga

We made it or something

I don't know nigga

My life is a movie

I don't know nigga

How I'm not in juvie

I couldn't tell you how

I got the rubies

Ring in the door

I got models perusing

Don't let the vibe

Distract from the message

I hide the pain

With the pain of these weapons

I'm dressing

Forging new hearts

Like a smithy

No Wesson

I hope my lyrics

Could pass on the lesson

I hope my lyrics

Could keep you from stressing

I know that sometimes

Our lives can get messy

Percocet 30

I'm not talking messy

Fighting these demons

And loading my nightmares

Power up boost

From the wock on my nightstand

I sell my soul

For a nickel to night man

I'm more like

Red wine, Henny and Vyvanse

I'm hooked on lean

And it help drown the evil

I need a bitch

Like my ex for the sequel

Stun't on that bitch

Like I'm Evel Knievel

Run to the bank

And look foolish

So lethal

Right now

I can't feel my face

Am I really dead inside

On the surface

You would think

That I'm A-okay

Because I'm always getting high

I'm alone

With the shadows on the walls

In my room

All my demons hide the pain

24-7 intoxicated

Off alcohol and drugs

I'll be alright today

Right now

I can't feel my face

Am I really dead inside

On the surface

You would think

That I'm A-okay

Because I'm always getting high

I'm alone

With the shadows on the walls

In my room

All my demons hide the pain

24-7 intoxicated

Off alcohol and drugs

I'll be alright today

24-7 intoxicated

Off alcohol and drugs

I'll be alright today

24-7 intoxicated

Off alcohol and drugs

I'll be alright today

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