Stoned lyrics
by 8corpses
[Verse]
b*tch I’m hungover, manic motherf*cker
Laughing like the joker, just wanna be six feet under
I’m tired, running low like a flat tire
Poppin hella tranquilizers
People in my DM's asking for my visualizers
I’m not someone to admire
Heart got an aperture
Dropping hits from the tincture
I'ma prematurely call you Casper
Cause I hope I see you get murdered (Murdered)
This is the genesis of even more anger
When it comes to death, I’ve got extreme hunger
When it comes to giving a f*ck, I ain’t got the desire
I’ll never be a one hit wonder
Just like how I’ll never be sober
My entire life is a f*ckin blunder
Better know I’m a crazy motherf*cker
When I’m done with the blunt
There's nothing left over
b*tch, I’m schizophrenic and bipolar
I’m a heavy smoker
That mad lad toker lacking composure
Mediocre loner, wretched stoner
The way too lyrical rapper, f*ck a promoter
A&r’s hitting up my line, but I ain’t got that kinda time
I just wanna die, I’ve got an achilles heel
Like emil mătăsăreanu
My brains lack of stimulus will probably be the issue
Feels kinda weird cutting through human tissue
But you gotta do what gotta do
I love to say the words 'f*ck you'
Told myself I would never be a simp
But I kinda wanna go meet my dead relatives
I’m craving death, oblivion sounds kinda sex
But, what the f*ck is even my definition of it?
All I know is past tense
Stuck in the triage, habitually sad, Macdonald triad
Wish I was f*ckin dead, my life is a contranym
I really wanna die off on a whim
Loaded off some Vicodin
Lookin up a tek for some psilocybin
My eye lids are twitching
Pupils dilating, I’m f*ckin tweaking
Posted with a 40oz, seen a shawty tryna flirt
But if she wanna trick, I'ma make her hit the curb, swerve
I’m a emo motherf*cker
With roots of hood and hippie under my covers
Eating a taco, they call me the Hollywood psycho
I said it before and I’ll say it again
This ain’t a phasem, I’ll set your sh*t ablaze
The arson klepto, take your life, turn this sh*t into waco
Motherf*cking wacko
f*ck bein vulnerable, this my audible manifesto