John Daniel - Tombs lyrics

[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