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cyanide - happy hour (ile) lyrics

saul:
(bridge)
bless ‘em with the blood of christ
drinking up the cyanide
living life with a smile
but just wanna die inside

amplified by slow paces
but that’s just my fault ain’t it
that’s just my fault ain’t it
that’s just my fault ain’t’ it
saul:
(hook)
(yeah)
whatcha gonna do?
(honey)
where you gonna go?
(brother)
who you gonna follow?
(leader)
gonna leave ya broke
(let’s go)

saul:
(verse 1)
i’ve been
breaking all my bad habits
looking a mad addict
mad hatter, better put me up for the next batter
half assed bars
with blank ass expression
i’ll never make the double x l freshman

they say ‘angel how you doing?’
i say ‘i’m doing alright’
when really i hate working nine to fiyives
everyone wants the quick gold they fool’s pyrite
i’d rather get a tan, basking in the limelight like
(bridge)
bless em with the blood of christ
drinking up the cyanide
living life with a smile
but just wanna die inside

amplified by slow paces
but that’s just my fault ain’t it?
that’s just my fault ain’t it?
that’s just my fault ain’t’ it?

(hook)
(yeah)
whatcha gonna do?
(honey)
where you gonna go?
(brother)
who you gonna follow?
(leader)
gonna leave ya broke
(let’s go)

tzt:
(verse 2)
n*gga, n*gga, n*gga, nigaa
‘why you always saying n*gga?’
n*gga why you only hear me when i’m saying n*gga?
when i was preaching them scriptures
n*ggas said i’m makin’ skippers
n*ggas missin’ like my face was on the back of milk wit cookies
they up and tryna book me for attempted murder
lyrically
cause i’m out here rapping with my n*ggas making sure the people
hearing me
they tend to call it
tyranny
when the king is stepping up and addressing n*ggas so furiously (look)
(hook)
(yeah)
whatcha gonna do?
(honey)
where you gonna go?
(brother)
who you gonna follow?
(leader)
gonna leave ya broke
(let’s go)

whatcha gonna do?
(honey)
where you gonna go?
(brother)
who you gonna follow?
(leader)
gonna leave ya broke
(let’s go)

k6:
(verse 3)
(uh)
latty dotty
we finna party
i’m drowning in bacardi
latty dotty
now falling down the stairs
i’m just feeling rowdy
latty dotty
just on the ground
laying down my head is spinning now
i’m seeing three of *
this sh*t ain’t no magic
that confuse the masses
their minds are made of plastic
anything that you say or do they’ll say it’s drastic
my mind is like elastic
it’s bouncing, it’s been bouncing
that’s when i realized i’m the tangent

ziccy:
(verse 4)
(let’s go)
bounce
bounce
tell a n*gga bounce (bounce)
tell ‘em anyway you want this
sh*t is goin’ down (down)
ziccy run in circles way his merry go
a round
hold on shorty why you up you bout to buss it down
you bout to buss it down upon a n*gga
i ain’t ready
let me get my balance honey no my baby
i ain’t steady
gotta get my focus up and get my mind
up out this frenzy
cus the way you move that thing it got my thought uh feelin messy
messy messy messy
drinks got me messy
bless it bless it bless it
bless the bottle call me yessi
yessi yes and yes and
on the ball like messi
messy bless it yes &
either way it’s magic
and either way it’s tragic
i’m on that sh*t like static
doin’ sh*t like this is just a mother f*ckin habit
and either way it’s magic
and either way it’s tragic
doin’ sh*t like this is just a mother f*ckin habit

(hook)
(yeah)
whatcha gonna do?
(honey)
where you gonna go?
(brother)
who you gonna follow?
(leader)
gonna leave ya broke
(let’s go)

whatcha gonna do?
(honey)
where you gonna go?
(brother)
who you gonna follow?
(leader)
gonna leave ya broke
(let’s go)

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