Meegle - Exhausted paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Exhausted - Meegle




(Oh, woah, no)
(Oh, oh, no)
Oh oh, no
Oh, woah, no
(Oh, woah, no)
No, no, no
When I fuckin' smoke, my lungs feel exhausted
When I'm super high, swear to God, I feel exotic
I pick up the drugs, and, I promise I would drop it
But I know it's a lie, still my life is awesome
When I fuckin' smoke, my lungs feel exhausted
When I'm super high, swear to God, I feel exotic
I pick up the drugs, and, I promise I would drop it
But I know it's a lie, still my life is awesome
Pull up to the plug house, know the gas is too loud
Roll a blunt, we take it to the gang, they smoke the whole pound
Loadin' GTA, we play the game till someone pass out
Damn it still be rollin', if she smokin' then she tokin'
Everybody hatin', I don't even know why
I just come in black and white, like I was in disguise
Everywhere I'm with my gang, and we be gettin' high
And we just like to pull out the glock the I-5
You can see me goin' in the I-8, speedin' on the interstate
Everybody hatin', I don't care they get they own way
I just eat my own cake, I don't need your dinnerplate
I just make my money, and you know I, pew pew pew
When I fuckin' smoke, my lungs feel exhausted
When I'm super high, swear to God, I feel exotic
I pick up the drugs, and, I promise I would drop it
But I know it's a lie, still my life is awesome
When I fuckin' smoke, I run away from my problems
I still be thinkin' 'bout the ways, I know I coulda solved 'em
I'm reachin' for the top, you can't see me at the bottom
I just released an album, I'ma see you at my next show
I swear these drugs make me vulnerable
I swear these drugs make me vulnerable
I feel like I won a powerbowl
I'm walking to the bank so rich, I know
They be asking, "how you do that"
I ain't fuckin' with rats
I just bought a crib, then I flipped it, made it right back
I don't even know how we just get the sack back
We be going state to state, we gotta flip it snapchat(where my weed at?)
When I fuckin' smoke, my lungs feel exhausted
When I'm super high, swear to God, I feel exotic
I pick up the drugs, and, I promise I would drop it
But I know it's a lie, still my life is awesome
When I fuckin' smoke, my lungs feel exhausted
When I'm super high, swear to God, I feel exotic
I pick up the drugs, and, I promise I would drop it
But I know it's a lie, still my life is awesome



Writer(s): Thomas Miguel Mejia



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