8corpses - DERANGED (feat. Bearded Legend) [Prod. scaryplain] 

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Lyrics:
Bitch
I’m a pothead
Till I dropdead
I got highdeas
Goin on in my head
bag full dro
bag full doe
If a bitch wanna beef
Then I bag up that hoe
BLAZED OFF THE
RAW CONE
KUSH HIT THE DOME
NOW IM MOTHAFUCKIN STONED
Sippin on a 40 while
I wait for the next toke
Push my face
through the weed smoke
wish this was the epilogue
But it’s really just a monologue
Logging words monolithically
with my fervent tongue
I do this for the old and young
Do it for homie
who wanted to be hung
You never know what’s in the minds
Of others we walk among
admitting wrong
Is The first step
To humbling one
Even if you don’t want to breath that phrase
Out of your lung
Got hella Weed smoke in my lungs
Hitting that top shelf outta the bong
My Lifes been shattered
Scatter brain
Brain scattered
They said
I needa get it together
My brain feels like pieces of glass
Duct Taped together
Hate feelin
under the weather
I’m insane
Insanely toakin
on the reefer
Why the liquor taste better when your life is shittier
Chronologically
Smoking chronic
chronically
Undoubtedly
Trying to figure out
What helps me
Coming loose at the seams
Life isn’t always as it seems
Taking a brisk walk
On this beat
try to walk on me
You will get
briskly beat
Not here to deceive
Imma step on any motherfucka
that try to test me
Feelin frisky
Dont frisk me
Everything is risky
Risking my life with every
sip of the whiskey
Bitch
I’m a pothead
Till I dropdead
I got highdeas
Goin on in my head
bag full dro
bag full doe
If a bitch wanna beef
Then I bag up that hoe
Coming back from a mental block,
Gotta keep it all moving like the hands on a clock,
Better know your damn role, I ain't talking bout The Rock,
If you're smelling what I'm cooking, I'ma put you in a headlock,
If you really wanna know, I ain't getting bored,
Tell you 'bout my life, I ain't talking in a metaphor,
Lonely motherfucker like the Beatles singing Eleanor,
Getting what I wanna and you know I'm always getting more,
People telling me I'm crazy, maybe,
They won't ever get it 'cause them motherfuckers lazy,
Ain't no telling where the mind of this man goes,
Moving so fast like I'm playing on a banjo,
It's another nice dream, we awaken,
Looking all around, realize it's amazing,
You hating, all the while you're feeling complacent,
Shut the fuck up or have a date with the pavement,
Still gotta stay sane, I'm okay, otherwise I'm gonna turn into my own worst enemy,
Still gotta stay sane, it's okay, otherwise you're gonna turn into your own worst enemy