Oblivion lyrics
by Larry Fisherman
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, so
Headshots, n*gga
Yo, yo, yo
[Verse 1]
Straight up out the lion's den, he is I and I am him
Overdosin' daily, when the f*ck I'm gon' die again?
Name a n*gga that I'm flyer than
You and your set, run and get wet
H'z the clique and, my n*gga, we all at your neck
f*ck all the cops, f*ck all the opps, n*gga, we sit at the top
Lit up the pot, count the gwap, cherry red beamer the drop
She keep on f*cking with that powder, her nose full of snot
We take your place, me and my n*ggas eat, like it or not (Yo, yo, yo)
[Verse 2]
I wrote this sh*t here in Cobain's garage with a gauge sitting next to me
Got a spanish Courtney Love on X tryna have sex with me
It's what I created
I'm jaded off the fame, you know my f*ckin' name
Was flippin' oxycotin when you hit your crack phase
Go to your hood and flex on you like the smack days
I catch these rappers at Starbucks, spit in they frappe
pus*y, yo, yo
This blunt is smelling like dead body, try me
Tough guys, they just turn into robberies
I'm God, body like John Gotti
Rolling with the mob, yeah
Get a yopping, tell that n*gga pop off, pus*y
[Outro]
This blunt is smelling like (Dead body)
Smelling like (Dead body)
Smelling like (Dead body)
This blunt is smelling like (Dead body)
Smelling like (Dead body)
Smelling like (Dead body)