[John Daniel]
Taste the 'Tussin, ain't no gods that I trust in
Cancer paper combustion, f**in' up my lungs for buzzes
Back of the Buick slumpin, sh** I'm sippin a little somethin
Thoughts I got in abundance but I'm drunk distance runnin
These are the tombs, catacombs, coppin caps of shrooms
Cats is castin stones, they lackin tho - cuz cash rules
Residual foldin, I'm ritual holdin
Siberian frozen, I'm pourin' up, flowin
I'm copin with oceans of hunna proof potions
Them b**hes is open, I'm goin thru motions
Bust open the Backwoods, got a mask and a pa**port
And I ain't even have to ask for it
They want me outta the picutre, orange bottle with the heavenly scripture
Liquor, elixirs, sippin the mixture
Livin with livers that's licorice richer
b**h respect my mind, Left Life sh**, fall back or get behind
All it took was a little blow for her fall in line
All in the time you stumbled over cliche lines (aye)
Triple six etched in the skin, foldin a hunned to Rubba Band Business again
Oh you're f**in' with him? Sorry, I'm really not rubbin it in
Same game, be patient bae, you know I gotta go
And by the way that I'm feelin', I think I misread the dose
Temple music, pistol pop your chakra, temples to it
Cop a lot til tendons loosen, pent up so i'm tendin to it
Vans dirty, Dirty Diana dialin, her man absent
Plan ahead and bring along an Alice sippin absinthe
d**h Adders on my chest plate, add in Adderrall chest aches
Alprozolam to press brakes, Amy Adams givin' wet face
Yes, great, f** with me or get the f** from round
You ain't hear a sound
LEFTGODS