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quaaludes in a cage - rcbros lyrics

(blackie in this b*tch!)

[verse 1: reckless l]
drifting down the deep end
sh*t didn’t know that it was such a steep descent (waaa..)
then i recognize a lovely old faint scent
sh*t that devil o insane brand (yum!)
with that knockers i used to heal death wounds
i remember mad blotters and fat shrooms
which sucked cause we wasn’t in our rooms
but outside fighting for our lives trying to survive
getting chased by five whole ant hives (what the f*ck?)
now sitting at this longly barrack
a vague creature with fake features approached me there mistake my seaters? (noo!)
with gowns ill*sitting it wanly said that i was down the wrongly track
and what i strongly lack is just the angle of attack (thank you!)
we got more than the essentials
it is more than comprehensible that we’re gonna go off exponential
was it ever so consequential?
sometimes experimental but at the same time so preferential
so does it feel reverential?
to succeed in every manner isn’t just a dream it’s f*cking existential
yo blackie we’re gonna be so influential
when they notice that in our genre we’re quintessential
reckless, hurt and black that’s us now let’s reap our potential
let’s not sleep let’s reap
let’s not eat let’s reap
and finish first like it’s always has and used to be
[verse 2: black skeleton]
get ’em blunt wraps ready, coke lined up already
my mind is always heady (skrr!)
i just f*cked your b*tch then i ditched
no need for autotune always hit the f*cking pitch
sippin on a magic potion just like a witch
all ma old homies feel the need to switch like a b*tch (no cap!)
i don’t give a f*ck
lemme ball (lemme ball)
lemme f*cking ball! (lemme f*cking ball!)
getting call after call, been sippin on ma drank mixed wit some alcohol
feelings dead, b*tch on ma lap, now we in ma bed
now i f*ck her till she red, then she gimme head. (yeah!)
always need to glow, why i smoke my dough snort some coke
christmas time let it snow
reckless busy playing hoes like in a dating show
pour me up a four, i gotta take it slow. (really gotta take it slow!)
anyway, gotta stay on my grind, always need to look behind
i just cannot seem to find i’ma take all this sh*t combined, (sniff)
cause i’m a walking pharmacy, crushing up a roxy
always taking drugs in my dreams
“need to hit the f*cking breaks”, as it seems
nerves real wrecked in my exremes, ma doctor be one of my best fiends

- rcbros lyrics

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