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trip to feza - lionshare lyrics

twisted off these mushrooms
pacing through some hushed rooms
prepare my state of mind for the party customs
guests arrive shortly in some gaudy costumes
i feel the shrooms kick in, think i’ll be ruined

step outside and have a smoke
aces cl!cking in the spokes
creeping dryness in my throat
knots get tight in stomach ropes
take some c0ke from geron
get my coat up off the throne
forgot my keys
roll to the door
locked up tight:
code unknown

voices in my head intone
mind your manners
mind your own
mind that cash
mind that stash
cut that c0ke with the acetone

sidewalk stepstones
neon zone
feasting eyes
light is cold
basking in a frozen glow
i think it’s gonna snow

unattractive girls i know
holler but i let them go
no following i got to go
see the pusher man although
my mind’s in purgatorio
gotta get that money
gotta flip that blow
take care of business fore pleasure
you know?
you know?

he spin a yip-laced trip to feza
printed out the ticket on a rizla paper
in blue ink
who think we don’t flip lids?
powerhouse crew still lightin up grids
auction house kids still holding up bids
and we still sleep 2 eyes open for the feds
o wait no we hold so much weight though
watch for crown vics with the g.o. plates
i-95 blow lines while i’m drivin
bent somethin terrible – ivan
sirens flash and i’m flying
look back in the rearview
like who, who, who
who’s on my tail
i do wanna go to jail
but the man p-ss by and i’m sighin
gotta get back to my spot, get high and
settle my nerves
it’s halloween i’m tryna get on my swerve

i’m on that lean and the louis 13
bout to sell my soul for a sack of magic beans
step into the party lookin hazardous in gabardine
i got my stunnas on – i don’t need no visine

fresh pair on my feet:
i know they trendy cause
when i p-ss by got necks lookin like bendy straws
she tryna check out my sh-t
i’m like, really, b-tch, you can just check out this d-ck

i ain’t gonna act
so put the curtains on the flirtin;
if we f-ckin then i’m certain
i’mon leave your p-ssy hurtin
take some gloss from out your purse and
put that sh-t up on your lips
cause when you suck me in the kitchen
want my f-ckin d-ck to glisten

parked out front in them handicap sp-ces
rag tied round like he f-ckin faceless
dance moves dummy like he f-ckin graceless
sn-tch your girl bracelet
f-ck it i’m wasted
f-ck it i’m wasted

- lionshare lyrics

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