Dead bodies all around, 100 rounds out
Yea motherf*cker I'm a clown now
Rolling heavy, whip the chevy big body, grip the tommy with the lefty
Righty somewhere with my ex b
Suffer lack of sustenance, lack of my raw emotion
Drowning all the pain I hope the potent liquor leave my liver soaked
Or holy smokes, darts was the real dose
Sleeping with the steel close
Blow my brains I'm real prone
Stepping up to the plate, we got fortune playing fame
It's an all star matchup, someone call up Kocaine
He went from having decent bars to like a trapped out lil wayne
I'm saying f*ck your opinion, been the same since grade 8
I've been putting in f*cking work since before Montana twerked
My vocabulary's murked, spit a sentimental verse
And maybe I wanna die, maybe I don't, what's it to ya?
You're so rubber, I'm so glue, forget that bullets go right through ya?
Motherf*ck a number be you
So many copies in the game I thought the thought of me knew
Don't trust the people, who's who?
Die rise to the top and be the greatest
I'm impatient but at the moment I'm wasted
Tip a 40 to all the haters
Laugh and kiss my ass you bitches know I'm a wee bit crazy
I get a little shirtless, little flirty, little Kurzy, little f*cking swayze
So send me a mickey of all the flavours
I want a little f*cking peace of mind
Blow a piece of mine right on the f*cking pavement
Still haven't made it, am I losing?
Bruising beats for my amusement, am I really a good student?
Learn from the best, I'm teaching the lesser
Kind soul, see depressed 110 percent effort
Something about a .45 that makes my bones ache
Stuck out in the cold rain, colt cold like a snowflake
I'm dope as coke, make your nose ache
Still want death
See it 4K, digging up my own grave
It sucks you love that Kocaine, f*ck it you're my propane
Think about you, spark a match then there's no way
I'm keeping sanity, my life's vanity so just off me
Take off my top like russian dolls, now that's some sloppy toppy
I'm tipsy, topsy, turvy where the glock be?
I'm a minute from the gates of hell, my vision's getting choppy
I'm itching for a shot, clean, shopping at the mall
Been lost up in my thoughts, now I found a way to not breathe
Kocaine Kurz - Life (Winning/Losing) Lyrics
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Dead bodies all around, 100 rounds out
Yea motherf*cker I'm a clown now
Rolling heavy, whip the chevy big body, grip the tommy with the lefty
Righty somewhere with my ex b
Suffer lack of sustenance, lack of my raw emotion
Drowning all the pain I hope the potent liquor leave my liver soaked
Or holy smokes, darts was the real dose
Sleeping with the steel close
Blow my brains I'm real prone
Stepping up to the plate, we got fortune playing fame
It's an all star matchup, someone call up Kocaine
He went from having decent bars to like a trapped out lil wayne
I'm saying f*ck your opinion, been the same since grade 8
I've been putting in f*cking work since before Montana twerked
My vocabulary's murked, spit a sentimental verse
And maybe I wanna die, maybe I don't, what's it to ya?
You're so rubber, I'm so glue, forget that bullets go right through ya?
Motherf*ck a number be you
So many copies in the game I thought the thought of me knew
Don't trust the people, who's who?
Die rise to the top and be the greatest
I'm impatient but at the moment I'm wasted
Tip a 40 to all the haters
Laugh and kiss my ass you bitches know I'm a wee bit crazy
I get a little shirtless, little flirty, little Kurzy, little f*cking swayze
So send me a mickey of all the flavours
I want a little f*cking peace of mind
Blow a piece of mine right on the f*cking pavement
Still haven't made it, am I losing?
Bruising beats for my amusement, am I really a good student?
Learn from the best, I'm teaching the lesser
Kind soul, see depressed 110 percent effort
Something about a .45 that makes my bones ache
Stuck out in the cold rain, colt cold like a snowflake
I'm dope as coke, make your nose ache
Still want death
See it 4K, digging up my own grave
It sucks you love that Kocaine, f*ck it you're my propane
Think about you, spark a match then there's no way
I'm keeping sanity, my life's vanity so just off me
Take off my top like russian dolls, now that's some sloppy toppy
I'm tipsy, topsy, turvy where the glock be?
I'm a minute from the gates of hell, my vision's getting choppy
I'm itching for a shot, clean, shopping at the mall
Been lost up in my thoughts, now I found a way to not breathe
Yea motherf*cker I'm a clown now
Rolling heavy, whip the chevy big body, grip the tommy with the lefty
Righty somewhere with my ex b
Suffer lack of sustenance, lack of my raw emotion
Drowning all the pain I hope the potent liquor leave my liver soaked
Or holy smokes, darts was the real dose
Sleeping with the steel close
Blow my brains I'm real prone
Stepping up to the plate, we got fortune playing fame
It's an all star matchup, someone call up Kocaine
He went from having decent bars to like a trapped out lil wayne
I'm saying f*ck your opinion, been the same since grade 8
I've been putting in f*cking work since before Montana twerked
My vocabulary's murked, spit a sentimental verse
And maybe I wanna die, maybe I don't, what's it to ya?
You're so rubber, I'm so glue, forget that bullets go right through ya?
Motherf*ck a number be you
So many copies in the game I thought the thought of me knew
Don't trust the people, who's who?
Die rise to the top and be the greatest
I'm impatient but at the moment I'm wasted
Tip a 40 to all the haters
Laugh and kiss my ass you bitches know I'm a wee bit crazy
I get a little shirtless, little flirty, little Kurzy, little f*cking swayze
So send me a mickey of all the flavours
I want a little f*cking peace of mind
Blow a piece of mine right on the f*cking pavement
Still haven't made it, am I losing?
Bruising beats for my amusement, am I really a good student?
Learn from the best, I'm teaching the lesser
Kind soul, see depressed 110 percent effort
Something about a .45 that makes my bones ache
Stuck out in the cold rain, colt cold like a snowflake
I'm dope as coke, make your nose ache
Still want death
See it 4K, digging up my own grave
It sucks you love that Kocaine, f*ck it you're my propane
Think about you, spark a match then there's no way
I'm keeping sanity, my life's vanity so just off me
Take off my top like russian dolls, now that's some sloppy toppy
I'm tipsy, topsy, turvy where the glock be?
I'm a minute from the gates of hell, my vision's getting choppy
I'm itching for a shot, clean, shopping at the mall
Been lost up in my thoughts, now I found a way to not breathe
Writer: Avery Kurz
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