DEAD FACES Lyrics by Bino Rideaux & Doe Boy
I need drugs for these love songs,
I close my eyes, I see dead faces
Covered my arms wit these dead faces,
Covered up my scars wit these (Oo I can’t get you out my head)
My double cup still poed up cause I can’t do this sober,
That money made me colder
I got rack on my top get me fed up,
I put racks on ya top get me fed up..
Got percocet promethazine on my liver.
Got percocet promethazine I feel better.
Remember them hard times in the ghetto,
I got mob ties, that shìt forever.
Ain’t gone phase me, cause I’m heartless, this what it made me.
I poe 4 lines of that wok cause it drive me crazy,
I poe 4 lines of that wok and I feel amazing,
I poe 4 line of that wok and I think it saved me,
Never could forget it I still feel it on the daily.
I need drugs for these love songs,
I close my eyes, I see dead faces.
Covered my arms wit these dead faces,
Covered up my scars wit these (Oo I can’t get you out my head)
My double cup still poed up cause I can’t do this sober,
That money made me colder
I been off these tesla’s I can’t do it sober,
Sorry but this my bitch now, you know the old her,
Got her walkin around, goyard hangin off her shoulder,
Look at my twin poppin that shìt ain’t no bitch colder,
Percies to the face, 365 ain’t miss a day,
Tryna find a way to make sure my n***** straight,
Ridin bullet proof I can’t get gunned down on the interstate,
Runnin up these racks, im tryna stack up at least 10 a day (Freebandz)
That’s 300 racks a month, spend half of that on guns,
Now im at 150 hit the club, spend half of that on ones,
75thousand finna spend all that shìt wit the slums,
I’ll go broke on all the oops, bitch you know how we come,
How many n***** really want smoke wit beezy, probably none,
Just made can’t claim the same hood that I’m from,
Mad they can’t throw up my gang cause these n***** lame,
Make sure my n***** was loyal first then I bought them some chains,
Depending on what you want, bae you can get the range,
Depending on what you want, bae can get anything,
Ain’t no body safe, I can fuck on any n**** main,
She gone keep it confidential in la she not wit the games,
I don’t want this fame,
You can have this shit,
Money, cars, can’t repay the damages,
Fast foreign cars, so lit can you handle it,
I’m off the liquor, might crash, take another sip,
Fuck her good she will never need another dick,
Love my bitch, told her I’ll never eat another clit,
You’s the only one getting lit,
And if you round me, you been getting rich,
Poein up my cup , I poed so much it’s flowing over,
Stop taking them percs, she want me over and over,
Rbmg, the army, big dog, but I’m her lil soldier,
Told her that I got her, and I meant every word I told her,
My mind up off them pills, I can’t do it sober, I can’t do it sober, I can’t do this sober,
Mind racing I can’t let ‘em fuck me over,
Can’t make the wrong move, can’t let ‘em fuck me over,
That’s why im never sober
You want money, then that shit gone hurt,
Tryna warn you that shìt gone hurt,
I bet you can’t do it sober , can’t do it sober…
Oh reallyyyy, if you was rich, you’d do the same, you dig!