Eyepeelerz *RMX* lyrics

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[Chorus: Finlince!]
I don't wanna talk, yeah, I just wanna die
Rub my glasses then I pull out my eyes
I'ma f*ckin' do that sh*t, 'till I f*ckin' die
When they see Fin go up they finna cry
Blow past, smoker, yeah I'm finna fly
Yeah you a stoner, yeah b*tch you fried
You ain't gotta talk yeah, you ain't gotta try
You don't got bands, lil' boy you don't gotta lie

[Verse 1: FINLINCE!]
Gotta turn to feel it, go up to the celiing
Every shot I make yeah, I just f*ckin' kill it
Yeah I steal it, I fill it
I pill it, I drill it
I drill it, these drugs
I pill it

[Verse 2: funeral]
Ruger on me, that sh*t go so stupid on me
He look at me up and down, no we can get to shootin', homie
I know you a stupid homie, he wrote it down so do it homie
I'm still at yo crib, with yo b*tch, and she do it on me
Yeah hoe do a full split on the di*k
I'ma go right out wit yo b*tch
We up in my house wit yo b*tch
And we moving the lights out wit yo b*tch
Yeah I'm f*ckin' right now wit yo b*tch
I put that white-out on yo b*tch
She suckin' the life outta my di*k
I put the knife right, it go in
Eyes peeled, b*tch hello I'm right here
I got what you like here, that goofy boy can die here
We gon' be alright here
We gon' be alright here
[Chorus: Finlince!]
I don't wanna talk, yeah, I just wanna die
Rub my glasses then I pull out my eyes
I'ma f*ckin' do that sh*t, 'till I f*ckin' die
When they see Fin go up they finna cry
Blow past, smoker, yeah I'm finna fly
Yeah you a stoner, yeah b*tch you fried
You ain't gotta talk yeah, you ain't gotta try
You don't got bands, lil' boy you don't gotta lie