paroles de chanson The Next Fix - Don HardRisk

Yeah
The next fix
Eyo, when is the next hit

The next fix, shout out to my niggas that sold weed
Cleaning out the stress in the damn streets
Niggas they can't breath
My hands they got grease
I told you I got sins
Show me a damn priest
You sure it's bad?
Nobody cares about nobody so we just running back
And flocking and stacking the boxes, shit concerning? Count it back
My head in the sands
Ahead of the game
Grind of the year
Take the best rapper
Gimme ma pay
I ain't tryna' follow your trends, I got it together
Sneezing all these demons out sao tipo puera
Balancing out my defence chamma-me Torreira
Went to Greece and came back all for the cheddar
Just after I'm finished rolling one
I'm in my grind, this is my hit zone
I'm in my prime
You don't know where I came from, I'm from a bun
Used to raise chickens, it's easy to identify

Waves in the ocean
Every wave taking away pain
Every splash taking away sin
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

The next fix, hoping the next hour to get lit
Hoping the next moment to get seen
Maybe write a new song before my last breath
I mean breathe, the last breed, I'm going in
They call me drug dealer, find me in the stock market
The pigs busted, they found me in a mess basket
Was in a cell, relying on mass convict
Shout out to Ballers, we the real convicts
Easy thoughts, I ain't even try hard
Popping pills, my nigga tough times
Don't give up, it's gone be alright
Stay humble in every damn grind

Waves in the oceans
Every wave taking away pain
Every splash taking away sin
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pow, Pow, Pow

Waves in the ocean
Every wave taking away pain
Every splash taking away sin
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah