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bathroom freestyle - sicklee lyrics

yeah
walk in, three percs, one girl, four drinks, and a tab of acid
tell me where the h*ll the bathroom
heartburn, couldn’t stomach that sh*t
two lines, ten seconds, better get my ass up (get my ass up)
yeah
think i got a thing for that chick
even though i threw up that sh*t
and the [?] steady moving backwards
you could roll up backwards
tell the biddies pull up after
cause, i ain’t ever lost to that sh*t
got a bad b*tch to hold my baggage

always hate that i smell like gas, but
always wanna bang ’cause my pullout’s nasty
yes sir (yeah)

(hol’ uh*, hol’ uh*)
hol’ up, could you hold my glass please?
i ain’t really busy, i’m just sitting, relaxing
but i’m lying if i said this sh*t didn’t get taxing

i don’t want n0body to be gettin’ it backwards
i’d be nothing if i didn’t have the structure to back me, yeah
listen up, i say this exactly
do this sh*t for fun, i’ll still be d*mned if anyone overlap me
purposefully a little impassive
you wouldn’t know i’m thinkin’ bout just knocking out, like, all of your back t**th
workin’ out, someone’s in a black tee
they keep asking where i’ve been, i say “you know i’m just gettin’ that bag in”
yeah, “you know if you want you can tap in”
i can’t put a finger on it, but she attractive
my thoughts get a little excessive, but maybe it’s just part of her accent
maybe ’cause her attitude like all of my exes
got a type, and it’s gettin’ expensive
i know it’s finna cost, but i’ve never been pensive
always been the first one to hop over the fences

cop pulled me over, told me i’m reckless
“why you driving, i think you got a death wish.”
twenty*one but i still feel like a send*in
every day i thought i wouldn’t get up out of my bed still
try to forget you, but it’s stuck in my head still
everybody that i know is just a f*ckin’ expense, and i think
i can live, but i don’t wanna pretend, still got a
hundred reasons why you couldn’t offend me
[?] when i’m in the 10*speed, still got a
hundred reasons why i’m no longer spending, with a
backpack, got a whole lotta benzos in it
i don’t think until they got a whole lot more friendly with it

feel like everybody got they own d*mn intentions with me
got they own d*mn intentions with me
got they own d*mn intentions with me
and they wonder why i’m no longer friendly with ’em

- sicklee lyrics

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