BEER lyrics

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​*67​ (USA)



[Intro]
You know, maybe we should try some hypnosis
Get you to start from the beginning

[Verse: hypnosis & *67]
Grab my belt tied up, I’ll need a ventilator
Seeking help, help me, ah, I need a f*cking savior
Simple nature, I’m elevating like an elevator
Smith & Wesson to my head, I’ll f*ckin' play annihilator
Creepin' through the night, had an epiphany, [?]
Opened up eyes and taught me something I just can't forget
Stupid b*tch really need to read on how to shut her lips
She'll never speak again, she insists, I'll chop her finger tips
Don't know [?], I'm in the parking lots, spinning donuts
You're robots, why you wanna copy Hypnosis?
I'll go nuts, because my BPD, I had my moments
To show us, all these drugs and trips, I'm in psychosis
Why you copy what you hear? [?] kind of weird
This is not a trend, I've been schizo for like twenty years
OCD as f*ck, in super sonic speed, I check the laws
Paranoid on Google Chrome, so I switched to Firefox
On the dark web, I hide, mask myself with a VPN
f*ckin' blow my brains, controversial like I'm CNN
I rip my skin and burn my flesh so you can see me from within
I hate my f*cking body, starve myself, I'm appearing thin
I get high, I'm laughin' at the news and some Nancy Grace
Stupid b*tch, she bet she Nancy Drew up on the f*ckin' case
Love white skin, puttin' Chelsea in some f*ckin' Bapes
And she gettin' raped, not a single b*tch that I won't hate
Take her jeans, can see my waist
Pretty girl, baby face
I'ma eat her out like I'm about to give Thanksgiving grace
I got so high, thought my keyboard was forming different shapes
I'll leave a trace or a smell like I'm blowin' down a case
Conspiracy theorist, my n*gga, you think I'ma trust a bank?
We live in a 3D [?] like we Ratchet and we Clank
9/11 sh*t, that's for the family I f*cking hate
Shameless in this b*tch and I'm feeling like my name is Frank
Constant contradiction, I'm suffering addiction
Try to turn me Christian, but I'm not feeling the weekend
At the skate park, I'm kickin', Prozac, I'm sniffin'
Playing Russian Roulette, turn my brains into some chicken
So my brain wants concentration, I enchant in my creations
Life a game, I'm losin' patience, [?]
And nobody feel my pain, so now I'm cursin' what I'm makin'
And it's poison in your brain, start to feelin' what I'm sayin'
Cyanide raise my system, I just wanna smoke, then jump off the buildin'
The pain that I'm feelin', the emotion I'm [?] in
Wanna cut her deep 'cause I f*ckin' love the squealin'
Want her on her knees, now she swallowin' my children
[?] go to school, [?] plan to shoot it up
Had it all mapped out, but he ain't sell me the gun
Gave it to that other n*gga, [they may/then they?] put him in some cuffs
But he was f*ckin' white, so he's not locked up
{?}, overnight, I can't escape
I loiter everyday, drinkin' 40 Champaign
Poppin' bottles cliché, no, I'm not a DJ
Left her on the freeway, then went on with my day
I'ma rip a new cart, I'ma trip off tree bark
I'm in Rio with an escort at a skatepark
I rip 23 bars, I write 48 bars
I'ma travel when my bro gets a f*ckin' green card
But I'm a hippie, I get stoned every second
Pullin' out my AR, show my friends my lethal weapon
Smoke some menthol 'cause I'm stressin', Pink Floyd is my heaven
Everybody lies on somethin' 'bout the crew, misconceptions
Knowin' I'll never be anything, how could she want a wedding ring?
You could be with anyone that's better like instead of me
Whenever she sees me, she's so quick to start undressin' me
Paranoia wonders why the f*ck she ain't finessin' me?
The beat stop, but that's my one and only remedy
Other than medicinal, it's medicine and heavenly
But sometimes I sit and wonder like if she could cast a spell on me
Probably why I'm [?]
[Outro]
Divorce? Hehehe
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