paroles de chanson OD - Ochsen

Type of shit I been on lately

You gon' overdose, tryna get over it
Fuck a breakup, numb your feelings that's a quick Fix
I been in my bag, nah, I ain't barely bout that bitch I put the pills down, couple tears drop,
Then I put em up in the mix

I bathein in the cash, they seen I been runnin
It up
These men, they really be boys, they copy my
Strut
If you ain't my girl, I'm not finna fix you no cup With my bitch and her feelings, I put it all up in her Gut
Her body so curvy, we be makin' that love
"Run it back"
I caught me a bad bitch, I'm not even a thug
"Fuck you do that?"
I ain't even a shooter, but I be lovin' my
Guns
I creep in the dark, so I got my back to
The sun

You gon' overdose, tryna get over it
Fuck a breakup, numb your feelings that's a quick Fix
I been in my bag, nah, I ain't barely bout that bitch I put the pills down, couple tears drop,
Then I put em up in the mix

I love my baby, I put crystals on her pistol
If I ain't tellin' the gun, bitch, I'm totin utensils
I put my faith in God, so I'm rockin sandles
I think it's time to pray, go light up some candles

Dear Heavenly Father, I pray in your name
That you help whom ever might be
Struggling with a drug addiction
Or tryna un-alive themselves, unconditionally

I could see that you back on them drugs again I'm Takin' Perky Morphe and that Vika then
It ain't hittin' no more, so you had to use syringe
Think about the fentanyl fathers, they just lost Their kids