paroles de chanson Eight Thirty - Onnagondola

Woah (What's dark?)
Woah
They thought we were playing or something
I might pull up and start raiding the function
Smoking on gas, I get so fried, I don't know, who I am
I run up all my bands in a way you can't understand
I don't wanna dumb it down, I'll just thumb thru my paper now
I'm posted on the scene, ran it up without taking paper routes
I got brand new drip on me, wherever I be spacing out, I'm fading out
I don't think they got it, how I got it, how they claiming
While I'm posting up on the scene faded out

Got too much thrax, I don't think I can escape the loud
Everyone switch up, when they confronted, what were you saying now?
I'm pulling up on the scene, run it up on a day to day basis
While motherfuckers be scoping out on the scene
They just snaking out
I be so gone, it's eight thirty, I'mma roll something
Everywhere I go, I go stunting in my bag, don't touch it
Sometimes I'm smart, sometimes I'm acting the dumbest
I'm pulling up on the scene with the drugs in the bundles
I walk to the store for a bottle and then, I go walk home
Bro pulled up with so much white, it looked like Chalkzone
I ran it up as a dropout, act funny get blocked out
I look pissed when I walk down, I look pissed when I walk down
I look pissed when I walk, I look pissed when I walked down
That happen even when I'm not around
(Hold up) I just go work around it, I'm tryna make myself the proudest
I'm in competition with myself at all times

If they ask, I say that I'm okay, but I'm not fine
All these thoughts inside my head, what is the afterlife?
Most of the summer I posted up in half life
(Huh) I be tripping out, yeah, I can't act right
Every song I'm dumber than the last one, posted on the scene with bags up
Posted on the scene with
I think I just might blackout
I get too high and spend all my money, I ran it up off the bundles of onions
Motherfuckers always be loafing, I know they don't got nothing

Got too much thrax, I don't think I can escape the loud
Everyone switch up when they confronted, what were you saying now?
I'm pulling up on the scene, run it up on a day to day basis
while motherfuckers be scoping out on the scene
They just snaking out
I be so gone, it's eight thirty, I'mma roll something
Everywhere I go, I go stunting, in my bag, don't touch it
Sometimes I'm smart, sometimes I'm acting the dumbest
I'm pulling up on the scene with the drugs in the bundles
I walk to the store for a bottle and then, I go walk home
Bro pulled up with so much white, it looked like Chalkzone
I ran it up as a dropout, act funny get blocked out
I look pissed when I walk down, I look pissed when I walk down
I look pissed when I walk, I look pissed when I walked down
That happen even when I'm not around
(Hold up) I just go work around it, I'm tryna make myself the proudest
I'm in competition with myself at all times

I been faded all year, feeling possessed by the spirits
You know it's serious, I pull up feeling so fearless
Prove it, then seal it, but I'm too numb, I can't feel it
I like avoiding my feelings, I like avoiding my problems
Draw myself in some Prada, wasting money like I won the lotto
I might take a trip to Chicago, I might go hit a juug on the bar codes
I be tweaking out when I don't got no weed to roll, feel like I'm needing more
The person I am today not who I thought I would be before
I get pissed off with everyone, so I be ignoring
I get stuck inside my head, it feel annoying