paroles de chanson CONSCIENCE - Astonead

I'm trapped in my conscience
This is not rodeo
This is just Astonead, yeah
I got little nauseous
She gave me piece of that
Knew she a freak like that, yeah
Trapped in my conscience
Got little nauseous
Take me right back to your room
Trapped in my conscience
Got little nauseous
Take me right back to the view
Dropping in Henny for two
Packing up back of M2
Sits in the back of the
Tips in the back of the
Sips in the back of the roof

What should I do
Drugs I should try it and I stay with the loop
Towing this weight I need neck of the goose
Drugs I should try it I live in the booth
Booth is the way that I move
Booth is the way that I groove
Booth is the way that I see through all the lies that you were telling me too

Trapped in my conscience
They moving cautious yeah
We was too awesome
They was too awesome yeah
This is a lost one yeah
This is the last one
We was just acing the roster
We was just smoking the pasta
We was just smoking the rigatoni rollin' up the marijuana

She said she falling for me,
I think I'm falling too,
Feel like I'm always in need,
Cause I know the things you can do,
I just need more of you please,
Love how you burn it with me,
Drink like an A M G,
Just hit 133,
Locked up,
In my own mind,
Yeah I got stuck,
Pull up big wheels on a big truck.
Ran out of time then you popped up,
Oh Nobody stopped us,
Drifting I feel like we lost touch,
A lost cause,
But for you I guess it didn't cost much,

Edibles popping
Panties be dropping
Smoking at SHOPPERS
We smoking in shops then
We smoking and hopped in
We smoking in hot Benz
We smoking in hot Beamers and Benz
And you don't know how we rolling with tens

Trapped in my conscience
They feeling hella nauseous
I'm smoking it like I'm rolling with my martians
We talking it up, they was talking hella reckless
We shut em down, we shot away, we shot the wesses
Smoking at Westin
Smoking at Westin
I got it for seven
I roll it from heaven
We blowing it down
We smoking at Westin
You know what I'm saying
You know what I'm repping
Yeah, oo
Trapped in my conscience
They feeling hella nauseous
I'm smoking it like I'm rolling with my martians
We talking it up, they was talking hella reckless
We shut em down, we shot away, we shot the wesses