either on or off the drugs Songtext
von JPEGMAFIA
either on or off the drugs Songtext
(I′ve named this one JPEG)
Look, I ain't really into flashin′
I feel like an accident
I'm never chose
They be duckin' points for passion
I feel Like it′s corny if you ain′t on code
Niggas be on my dick for nothing
I be like
"What happened to these niggas, bro?"
Like niggas be really goin' through it
But there′s a better way
To let the people know
People say I'm never present
I ain′t messy
I'm just focused on my goals
′Cause either on or off the drugs
My energy is Tony powderin' his nose
And either on or off the drugs
My energy is Don Magic with the hoes
'Cause I been boxin′ with the drugs
I got a good chin like James Toney
Niggas be puttin′ your boy in a box
They be actin' like cops
I can never be phony
She be actin′ like a thot
I hope it's all an act
′Cause she deserves a Tony
I'm either on or off the drugs
K hole or buzz
I cannot atone
′Cause either on or off the drugs
Her voice plays in my ear like I'm on hold
The first one was good with the beats
The second one put me up in the deep
The third one was sick
No disease
The fourth
I had to rush it to complete
I don't have no base
It′s not a secret
Ain′t no happy house
We takin' beatings
The streets and my mind is
Filled with demons
That′s why I be eatin' these bitches like Sara and Tegan
′Cause distractions hittin' every season
These niggas just rhyme
No reason
It′s not just a façade that I can see
Or standin' up for guys that don't believe
I′m Michael Jackson dancin′ in the mirror
The only one who can't see me is me
The only one who can beat is me
Warriors
Im CP3
When I see you
It′s TTG
Fuck 'em
We don′t take EBT
No C-notes
Hundred K Tweets
God
I pray my son won't be this weak
God
I pray my daughter won′t be this weak Fuck
Some of you niggas be talkin'
Right out of the side of your neck
And I can't believe that they be
Gassin′ these lil′ hoes
Some of you niggas be
Sittin' around all day
Hatin′ on niggas they never met
I just feel sad for you
Lil' bro
Baby
You know when I′m wildin' out
I make a mess
I keep the cannon like Nick
I put my bitch in a vest
What did that last one contribute but Pussy and stress
Nothin′
I'm looking for her
Look, I ain't really into flashin′
I feel like an accident
I'm never chose
They be duckin' points for passion
I feel Like it′s corny if you ain′t on code
Niggas be on my dick for nothing
I be like
"What happened to these niggas, bro?"
Like niggas be really goin' through it
But there′s a better way
To let the people know
People say I'm never present
I ain′t messy
I'm just focused on my goals
′Cause either on or off the drugs
My energy is Tony powderin' his nose
And either on or off the drugs
My energy is Don Magic with the hoes
'Cause I been boxin′ with the drugs
I got a good chin like James Toney
Niggas be puttin′ your boy in a box
They be actin' like cops
I can never be phony
She be actin′ like a thot
I hope it's all an act
′Cause she deserves a Tony
I'm either on or off the drugs
K hole or buzz
I cannot atone
′Cause either on or off the drugs
Her voice plays in my ear like I'm on hold
The first one was good with the beats
The second one put me up in the deep
The third one was sick
No disease
The fourth
I had to rush it to complete
I don't have no base
It′s not a secret
Ain′t no happy house
We takin' beatings
The streets and my mind is
Filled with demons
That′s why I be eatin' these bitches like Sara and Tegan
′Cause distractions hittin' every season
These niggas just rhyme
No reason
It′s not just a façade that I can see
Or standin' up for guys that don't believe
I′m Michael Jackson dancin′ in the mirror
The only one who can't see me is me
The only one who can beat is me
Warriors
Im CP3
When I see you
It′s TTG
Fuck 'em
We don′t take EBT
No C-notes
Hundred K Tweets
God
I pray my son won't be this weak
God
I pray my daughter won′t be this weak Fuck
Some of you niggas be talkin'
Right out of the side of your neck
And I can't believe that they be
Gassin′ these lil′ hoes
Some of you niggas be
Sittin' around all day
Hatin′ on niggas they never met
I just feel sad for you
Lil' bro
Baby
You know when I′m wildin' out
I make a mess
I keep the cannon like Nick
I put my bitch in a vest
What did that last one contribute but Pussy and stress
Nothin′
I'm looking for her
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