Styrofoam

Well it’s that Mac daddy, 'Lac swanging
All these suckers still portraiting
Back at it, still an addict
I got love for bad habits
Riding low, sipping slow
Mixing codeine with that dope
Split it up with my kinfolk
Grey 5−9, you know the code
Riding down the 7th, make a left on Crescent, opposite of heaven
No confessions or you end up missing
Lil Half Cut got the Mac
Oddy got the sack
Yung Tyler Durden, introverted
Born a burden yet they still worship
I got four lines in the cup, and that cup inside another cup
Cream soda turned into red cream soda
Hydrocodone liquid, made the fucking doctor cough it up
Now I’m leaned over, now my spleen’s Yoda, green throw up
I’ma fiend, so what?
Life is but a fucking dream, pour up
Drive high when I drive by just to seem sober, bitch
And if I seem sober it’s because my fucking spleen exploded
And I keeled over
Wheels rolling right off of the cliff and splashed into that river stream below
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