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chemistry - indica lyrics

b*tches from my past tryna f*ck it all up
smokin from the glass cause i’m f*cking torn up
i’m drunk on the side of the road i’m a bored c*nt
pull up if you really be thinking you’re so tough
lately everybody be sayin f*ck shadyn
i don’t give a f*ck about all of these c*nts hatin
syrup from the chemist i love it i get faded
drugs k!lling me i ain’t even be worth savin

racking from the shops, yeah i got a plan
sell it all for money gonna have a stack in hand
give a man a stack he gives a bottle of the xans
i’ve already give up, yeah i know i ain’t a man
yeah, i know that you’re a b*tch, yeah i know you ain’t a fan
i been on the road and i been sleepin on the land
got nowhere to go and i been feinin for a bag
i’m gonna leave my life behind and then i’m gonna start again
yeah, i got nothin left, so why should i stay when everybody want me dead
pull up on a c*nt they out here sh*tting in their pants
everybody is a p*ssy c*nt they talk sh*t over text
if you wanna have a go, you can always find me prolly creepin on your road
half the time i’m usually just charging up my phone
if you wanna have a scr*p just hit me up and let me know c*nt

i ain’t even worth savin, i ain’t even worth hatin
livin on my own, livin patient, sitting up and crying alone at the station
thinking up all of the ways i could make bank and
you ain’t go no clue about the demons i been facin
you ain’t gotta do what i want, i’m just sayin
we can do whatever you want, i ain’t playin
yeah you know i ain’t playin
sellin sh*t for half the price, ain’t complainin
all the things i wanna buy i just take and
everytime i think about dying i get baked man
yeah, you bet i’m getting baked man
i ain’t got no room for fake friends
sleeping on the roof and it’s so cold it make me shake man
sleeping in a random car that i found cause it’s raining
b*tches from my past tryna f*ck it all up
smokin from the glass cause i’m f*cking torn up
i’m drunk on the side of the road i’m a bored c*nt
pull up if you really be thinking you’re so tough
lately everybody be sayin f*ck shadyn
i don’t give a f*ck about all of these c*nts hatin
syrup from the chemist i love it i get faded
drugs k!lling me i ain’t even be worth savin

- indica lyrics

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