Tropical Depression
Chetta
3:12And my styrofoam cup on drip I pop four or five pills off the rip Keep on banging on my line What the deal What it is, what it is, what it is I got all these problems trying just to live Keep the glockie on me, jumpy off the hip Big ole racks, don't give no fuck bout how you feel How you feel, how you feel, fuck how you feel What it is, I've been thuggin every summer It get hotter than a parka in a sauna And that dope keep jumping back like its some rubber Motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker Tell the judge, ain't no wonder I'ma stunna Bailed out, jumping, moon walking, road runner Hands down, got it on lock, it's now wonder Hell nah, hell nah, I don't feel nothing Yeah, cause I ain't got no life Yeah, yeah, no I ain't got no life Yeah, yeah, I ain't got no life Yeah, yeah, I ain't got. I ain't got, I ain't got And my styrofoam cup on drip I pop four or five pills off the rip Keep on banging on my line What the deal What it is, what it is, what it is I got all these problems trying just to live Keep the glockie on me, jumpy off the hip Big ole racks, don't give no fuck bout how you feel How you feel, how you feel, fuck how you feel What it is, I've been booted every summer Get it popping like a draco in the drummer I only care about my money and my commas Motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker Tell your honor, it's no wonder, I'ma stunna Trapped out, chop a brick down like a lumber Hands out, always want something, It's no wonder Hell nah, hell nah, I don't feel nothing Yeah, cause I ain't got no life Yeah, yeah, no I ain't got no life Yeah, yeah, I ain't got no life Yeah, yeah, I ain't got, I ain't got, I ain't got And my styrofoam cup on drip I pop four or five pills off the rip Keep on banging on my line What the deal What it is, what it is, what it is I got all these problems trying just to live Keep the glockie on me, jumpy off the hip Big ole racks, don't give no fuck bout how you feel How you feel, how you feel, fuck how you feel