$uicideBoy$ – Bizarro Lyrics
Bizarro By $uicideBoy$
Codeine, which you all know is syrup
I started drinkin’ it because I’m from the south, New Orleans
And, umm, we grew up on UGK and on, umm, Geto Boys and all
And-and people been drinkin’ syrup for years
Still riding with my devils, ain’t s--- changed
Gun to my temple, sharpen up the blade
Feel the motherfuckin’ phonk like it’s ’93
Grim Reaper in a Jeep when I hit the streets
M------------ better hide, better duck quick (What? What?)
It’s the Sandman, better run, s---
Switch back to my old ways, old days
Pill bottles in the cabinet, can’t feel my face, ayy
(Can’t feel my face)
Baby, f--- what they say
Full of drugs, can’t feel my face
Baby, f--- what they say
Full of drugs, can’t feel my face
Dope in a bag (Bag), brown-yellow rock (Rock)
They don’t know slick (Slick), they don’t know the block (Block)
Tell me what you want? (Want), Tech or the Wock? (Wock)
Say the world is yours, got your world in my sock (My sock)
Hoes tryna f--- (F---), hoes tryna lock (Lock)
Eat that b----’s box, s--- my d---, give me top (Top)
I cannot forget medicating with Gelatto (Gelatto)
Car sports model and my gun be semi-auto
Lately, I trip a lot (Lot), lately, I sip a lot (Lot)
Scripts from my doc (Doc), finessin’ like a cop, ayy
Baby, f--- what they say (Three houses, 2 cars, like, look)
Full of drugs, can’t feel my face
Three houses, two cars, I’m a boss, facts
Spent a hunny thou’, s-----’ all my snot back (Yeah)
F-----’ duckin’, that’s a small quack
Blowin’ out a broad’s back
I can’t f-----’ c-- ’cause my d--- is number than all that
Fall back, I’ma call back (Psych)
Where my dogs at? Linin’ up the chalk fat
Yeah, her a-- left, but she brought it back
Shawty pointin’ at that s---, so I bought her that
Baby, f--- what they say
Full of drugs, can’t feel my face
Baby, ayy, f--- what they say (F--- ’em)
Next time they talk, I’ma f--- their face
Reach into my pocket, yeah, I f-----’ got it (Phew)
Ooh, that s--- was fire like the bottom of a rocket (Fire)
Blunt full of gossip just so I don’t vomit (Blah)
Never play it cautious, could give a f--- if I lost it
F--- a four
Yeah, gimme 30 O’s
It’s time to f-----’ go
It’s time to f-----’ go
Baby, f--- what they say
Full of drugs, can’t feel my face
Baby, f--- what they say
Full of drugs, can’t feel my face
(I can’t stop now) Baby, f--- what they say
(What’s the point? I can never calm down)
Full of drugs, can’t feel my face
(I can’t stop now) Baby, f--- what they say
(What’s the point? I can never calm down)
Full of drugs, can’t feel my face
Baby, f--- what they say
Full of drugs, can’t feel my face
(I can’t stop now) Baby, f--- what they say
(What’s the point? I can never calm down)
Full of drugs, can’t feel my face
Codeine, which you all know is syrup
I started drinkin’ it because I’m from the south, New Orleans
And, umm, we grew up on UGK and on, umm, Geto Boys and all
And-and people been drinkin’ syrup for years
Still riding with my devils, ain’t s--- changed
Gun to my temple, sharpen up the blade
Feel the motherfuckin’ phonk like it’s ’93
Grim Reaper in a Jeep when I hit the streets
M------------ better hide, better duck quick (What? What?)
It’s the Sandman, better run, s---
Switch back to my old ways, old days
Pill bottles in the cabinet, can’t feel my face, ayy
(Can’t feel my face)
Baby, f--- what they say
Full of drugs, can’t feel my face
Baby, f--- what they say
Full of drugs, can’t feel my face
Dope in a bag (Bag), brown-yellow rock (Rock)
They don’t know slick (Slick), they don’t know the block (Block)
Tell me what you want? (Want), Tech or the Wock? (Wock)
Say the world is yours, got your world in my sock (My sock)
Hoes tryna f--- (F---), hoes tryna lock (Lock)
Eat that b----’s box, s--- my d---, give me top (Top)
I cannot forget medicating with Gelatto (Gelatto)
Car sports model and my gun be semi-auto
Lately, I trip a lot (Lot), lately, I sip a lot (Lot)
Scripts from my doc (Doc), finessin’ like a cop, ayy
Baby, f--- what they say (Three houses, 2 cars, like, look)
Full of drugs, can’t feel my face
Three houses, two cars, I’m a boss, facts
Spent a hunny thou’, s-----’ all my snot back (Yeah)
F-----’ duckin’, that’s a small quack
Blowin’ out a broad’s back
I can’t f-----’ c-- ’cause my d--- is number than all that
Fall back, I’ma call back (Psych)
Where my dogs at? Linin’ up the chalk fat
Yeah, her a-- left, but she brought it back
Shawty pointin’ at that s---, so I bought her that
Baby, f--- what they say
Full of drugs, can’t feel my face
Baby, ayy, f--- what they say (F--- ’em)
Next time they talk, I’ma f--- their face
Reach into my pocket, yeah, I f-----’ got it (Phew)
Ooh, that s--- was fire like the bottom of a rocket (Fire)
Blunt full of gossip just so I don’t vomit (Blah)
Never play it cautious, could give a f--- if I lost it
F--- a four
Yeah, gimme 30 O’s
It’s time to f-----’ go
It’s time to f-----’ go
Baby, f--- what they say
Full of drugs, can’t feel my face
Baby, f--- what they say
Full of drugs, can’t feel my face
(I can’t stop now) Baby, f--- what they say
(What’s the point? I can never calm down)
Full of drugs, can’t feel my face
(I can’t stop now) Baby, f--- what they say
(What’s the point? I can never calm down)
Full of drugs, can’t feel my face
Baby, f--- what they say
Full of drugs, can’t feel my face
(I can’t stop now) Baby, f--- what they say
(What’s the point? I can never calm down)
Full of drugs, can’t feel my face
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