Songtexte Brick (Sped Up) - Spadez

We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline
Five sheets of high powered blotter
Acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine
Not that we needed all that for the trip
But once you get locked in to a serious drug collection
The tendency is to push it as far as you can
Mmm, Spadez in this bitch

Bitch I'm on one, I'ma to hit the liquor store
Cop a forty ounce, I'ma make it triple tho
Hit the dro and I spark it (ah)
So dank this shit is retarted, pardon (what)
What I'm sayin', excuse my language
Show up at the spot taking chicks you came with (swoop)
Dive in the pussy, call me Greg Louganis
I'ma need a medal for the worlds biggest penis (yeah)
I be smoked out, and I'm vaped up
And I stay with a chick hella caked up
She don't need make up, fly when she wake up
Always wearing some, Gucci or Marc Jacobs
And she all about gettin' to the mula
Time is money, never heard anything truer
Hot right now but I couldn't be cooler (burr)
Couldn't measure up my pimp game with a ruler (nah)
Killin' the game, fuck a persecutor
I'ma have you lovin' it by the time verse two (uh)
Come up, who the fuck I think I am, got damn (got damn)
Rappin' and producer, stoned like Medusa
From the Bay, the Yay, the CA
Fuck being sober, I could blaze all day
But now I'm on the east coast, now I'm out in SoHo
Now I'm in that beast mode, now I'm gettin' mo dough
You should take a photo, I'm down for the promo
And being broke has always been a (no, no) no no
I'm like fuck Polo, I rock Blvck Scvle
Flickin' off a critic like a wack hang nail
Smelling like weed when I exhale, I'm a nightingale, a insomniac
And it's four twenty eight as I'm writing that (bow, bow, bow, bow)
And the chick you with, I been piping that (aha)

(Oops)
Bow, bow, bow, bow
Hold up (up, up), hold up, hold up (up, up)
Hold up, hold up (bow, bow, bow, bow)

Yeah I got this, back to the topic
First things first, let me spark this tropic
Blunt so big that it's lookin' like a rocket
Tryin' to get my flow a little more hypnotic
All I got is chronic in this bitch right now
Up inside a swisher that I just burned down (k-keep it rollin')
Rolling up loud got me sittin' on a cloud
I been looking at the top so long, hell nah I can't turn around
Back to that other shit (her) she my other chick
One lighter's never is enough, bring another Bic
Stay lookin' baller-ish, stay gettin brain
She deserve a scholarship, head game insane (head game insane)

Champagne bottles, hella bad bitches
Got a couple of 'em tryna wobble on my hinges
I'ma let you finish but let me just say (let me just say this)
I'd give Taylor Swift the business
With the swiftness nothing more to say