Текст песни 1n The 3nd - Pattywhop

My Dreams start getting too exhausting
Good life really starting to cost me
Spike my own drink, Bill Cosby
Only happy when I'm drunk, nauseous

Tears fall down when you call me
You was at my side like walk
Now I roll alone, Stephen Hawking
Now It's all static, walkie talkies

Think I'm Christian how they double cross me
Lou Will, niggas double crossing
J Craw, shake and bake the toppings
Add sauce, throw it in the pot

Broke nigga, Rich Affirmations
In the attic with a walk-in closet
Came a long way, from the basement
GPS saying I ain't made it

DPS, damaging my patience
10 years of thuggin in the making
Kodak been the only inspiration
Granny said stop serving grams

Internet addiction going crazy
I guess that's why they call it Instagram
I guess that's why they call it TikTok
My Time tells all in the end

My life falls down in the end
The walls come down in the end
The shots go down in the end
Bartender said it's closing time

My high comes down in the end
The bottle runs dry in the end
Ima be right in the end
Even when I'm turning to the left

Hey Pes0, I know it's a been long day, so
We gon do what you say, SO
What you bringing to the Tay-ble
Cause I feel unstable

Nobody watching like cable
My brother turn to a snake
Me and him Cain and Abel
Kane and Undertaker

Whippin' white still slaves yeah
My whip trash, not the latest yeah
My dick bomb Al Qaeda yeah
Bitches trash, sanitation

Copped a perc now we celebrating
Fuck the world raw, penetrating
Me and all my dawgs from the slaw
Cole world, get a J and spark up

My Dreams start getting too exhausting
Good life really starting to cost me
Spike my own drink, Bill Cosby
Only happy when I'm drunk, nauseous

Tears fall down when you call me
You was at my side like walk
Now I roll alone, Stephen Hawking
Now It's all static, walkie talkies

Think im Christian how they double cross me
Lou Will, niggas double crossing
J Craw, shake and bake the toppings
Add sauce, throw it in the pot

Broke nigga, Rich Affirmations
In the attic with a walk-in closet
Came a long way, from the basement
GPS saying I ain't made it

My life falls down in the end
The walls come down in the end
The shots go down in the end
Bartender said it's closing time

My high comes down in the end
The bottle runs dry in the end
And ima be right in the end
Even when I'm turning to the left