addys (feat. G5)

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Chris Sydd

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Tune my brain up, put that Wockhardt in that Fanta!
Pretty Señoritas waitin' on me in Atlanta
Me and lil shawty, takin' pictures, going fed
Takin' all my scripts, and i'm chasin' to that bread!

Addys and i'm not goin' to bed
Off these addys, and i'm not goin' to bed
All these melodies, all these melodies in my head
And im gon' keep on grindin', till I end up fuckin' dead

Addys and i'm not goin' to bed
Off these addys, and i'm not goin' to bed
All these melodies, all these melodies in my head
And im gon' keep on grindin', till I end up fuckin' dead (Let's rock!)

Open up your third eye, fuckin' witcha mind!
I'm not from this planet baby, i'm the last of my kind
Gettin' sued for my samples, levels to this shit (Yea)
Had my wrists slit, ever since I was a jit (No one saved me)
901 Baby, yeah we up in the trees! (Swang)
We all held hands, and we took LSD
From Orange Mound to Grape Street, check my fuckin' status (Ppsychedelic!)
Hop up out the Hellcat and the hoes lookin' at us! (They don't get it)
Remember on 29th, had to serve my fiends (Hell yeah!)
M on my ass, Evisu Jeans!
I know I lied baby, but dontchu lie to me
Got a foreign bitch, that don't wear Maybelline (Let's get it)
In this game, it's a murder business
Depression kickin' in, gon fall in the Abyss (Ooou oou)
Was a loner in high school, 'til I found my own tune (Lalalaaaa)
Now imma f*ck around and make $80 million by next June (June)
Free all my apes, they all in a cell
F*ck all my opps, send they ass to hell
Yeah, chop it up like a sample!
Ain't no nigga I can't handle!
Stomp you out like a blunt
Smokin' on Carti Runtz!
30, Raccs on me like Drakeo the Ruler!
No, Icebox, I ain't frontin' no jeweler (It's Johnny Dang!)

Tune my brain up, put that Wockhardt in that Fanta!
Pretty Señoritas waitin' on me in Atlanta
Me and lil shawty, takin' pictures, going fed
Takin' all my scripts, and i'm chasin' to that bread!

Addys and i'm not goin' to bed
Off these addys, and i'm not goin' to bed
All these melodies, all these melodies in my head
And im gon' keep on grindin', till I end up fuckin' dead

I'm just tryna get up on this money route
He gone keep running his mouth
Tryna get away from clout
That shit had me foaming out
(Don't know what you had expected
Now I'm feeling so damn reckless)
Turn up on me baby
I know I drive you crazy
But that don't mean go changing
The things that make you my lady (My lady)
Cus I need you to save me (Okay!)
Bae be my captain Stacy (Yea yea!)
When all these things go hazy
Need you in my mind to chase me
Off this fucking cliff
Smoking on a spliff (Yuh yuh!)
It's the only thing that's keeping me from the abyss
Turn up on me baby yeah you know just what this is
Tryna get the money im tryna feed my kids
I done popped out
Tryna see what's good wit y'all but it's a mosh now
They been peeping my new vision and the cost now
They can see where I been tryna end the loss now
So forgive me if I'm dying never cop out

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