Lil Peep & DEATH PLUS - 420
[Intro: DEATH+]
Yeah, right there
[Verse 1: DEATH+]
Smoke all this weed 'til I can't even breathe
Smoke up in my room, I can barely even see (God damn)
TH, PS3, skate in the street, smokin' my blunt in the trees
My thoughts are covered in leaves, ain't ever pleased
No success, no release date
Do what the fuck I want
Take my time, take my grind
Pack this shit up in my blunt
I don't need to fuckin' rap, man
I just need my fuckin' blunt
Fuck this shit, alright, man
I just need a mothafuckin' blunt
'Cause all I do is smoke, all I do is roll
All I do is choke on that potent red smoke
Mane, all I do is smoke, all I do is roll
All I do is choke on that potent red smoke
That pain, that loud, that blood, that kush
That goddamn purp
, that dope, that blunt
In my mothafuckin' lips
Take this shit to my lungs
I be smokin' Sour D
every day of the month, bitch
[Verse 2: Lil Peep]
Breathe, stretch, deep breath, life, death
Smokin' these blunts to my neck 'til I go
Open my lungs and
I resin my throat
Choke from the blunt while I flex on your ho
Smoke, smoke, pass the gas and the lighter
Smack on her ass and I bite her
I'll make that pussy feel tighter
Blowin' my smoke at a spider
I'm gettin' bugs high, bitch, I'm a swamp guy
I'll give you one shot, bitch, take your best shot
I could really give a fuck about you people
Smokin' reefer like this shit don't make me evil
Meet the reaper while I'm burnin' down the
steeple
Keep the beeper by the heater, that's illegal
Fuck what you thought, fuck what you bought
Fuck what you drive, I'm fuckin' your mind
Scuffin' my kicks, I play for the Knicks
Cuts in my wrist, 'cause I know that nobody can fuck with this shit
I feel so alone, look at the clones, if your body is dope
But your mind in the gutter then don't call my phone
I'm good on my own, blowin' this dope out my throat
What yo' bitch won't stop watchin' me fo?
I got your bitch moppin' the floor
I'm gettin' cancer, I'm gettin' cancer, I'm gettin' cancer, ho
I heard you a dancer', ho, don't make me wait, I won't answer, ho
Don't got the answers, don't got the answers, don't got the answers, ho
I am not fancy, I am not wealthy, bitch you can't talk 'bout my clothes
[Outro: Lil Peep]
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Put your middle finger in the sky
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Put your middle finger in the sky
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Everybody wanna get high
Middle fingers up in the sky
Everybody wanna get high, middle fingers in the sky
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Put your middle finger in the sky
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Put your middle finger in the sky
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Everybody wanna get high
Everybody wanna get high
Yeah, right there
[Verse 1: DEATH+]
Smoke all this weed 'til I can't even breathe
Smoke up in my room, I can barely even see (God damn)
TH, PS3, skate in the street, smokin' my blunt in the trees
My thoughts are covered in leaves, ain't ever pleased
No success, no release date
Do what the fuck I want
Take my time, take my grind
Pack this shit up in my blunt
I don't need to fuckin' rap, man
I just need my fuckin' blunt
Fuck this shit, alright, man
I just need a mothafuckin' blunt
'Cause all I do is smoke, all I do is roll
All I do is choke on that potent red smoke
Mane, all I do is smoke, all I do is roll
All I do is choke on that potent red smoke
That pain, that loud, that blood, that kush
That goddamn purp
, that dope, that blunt
In my mothafuckin' lips
Take this shit to my lungs
I be smokin' Sour D
every day of the month, bitch
[Verse 2: Lil Peep]
Breathe, stretch, deep breath, life, death
Smokin' these blunts to my neck 'til I go
Open my lungs and
I resin my throat
Choke from the blunt while I flex on your ho
Smoke, smoke, pass the gas and the lighter
Smack on her ass and I bite her
I'll make that pussy feel tighter
Blowin' my smoke at a spider
I'm gettin' bugs high, bitch, I'm a swamp guy
I'll give you one shot, bitch, take your best shot
I could really give a fuck about you people
Smokin' reefer like this shit don't make me evil
Meet the reaper while I'm burnin' down the
steeple
Keep the beeper by the heater, that's illegal
Fuck what you thought, fuck what you bought
Fuck what you drive, I'm fuckin' your mind
Scuffin' my kicks, I play for the Knicks
Cuts in my wrist, 'cause I know that nobody can fuck with this shit
I feel so alone, look at the clones, if your body is dope
But your mind in the gutter then don't call my phone
I'm good on my own, blowin' this dope out my throat
What yo' bitch won't stop watchin' me fo?
I got your bitch moppin' the floor
I'm gettin' cancer, I'm gettin' cancer, I'm gettin' cancer, ho
I heard you a dancer', ho, don't make me wait, I won't answer, ho
Don't got the answers, don't got the answers, don't got the answers, ho
I am not fancy, I am not wealthy, bitch you can't talk 'bout my clothes
[Outro: Lil Peep]
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Put your middle finger in the sky
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Put your middle finger in the sky
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Everybody wanna get high
Middle fingers up in the sky
Everybody wanna get high, middle fingers in the sky
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Put your middle finger in the sky
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Put your middle finger in the sky
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Everybody wanna get high
Everybody wanna get high
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