Da$h - Parachute Escape / Counseling | Текст песни

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• Parachute Escape / Counseling

[Intro]
Tell your mother I love her, nigga
[Verse 1]
As the captain survive the battle
Jacket made from Norwegian cattle
Pills in my pocket sound like a baby rattle, stomping to the cockpit
Of the stealth bomber... Fuck Karma
Resemble Che Guevara in my recent pictures
Piss expensive liquors (nigga)
Sexing on eccentric bitches, it was in the scriptures
Of the good book, Salmon fileted by the good cook
King of my castle, threw a shook crook
Off, Pawn piece. Silk on the Don's sheets
Hooked on the pharmies, my heads stashed where the bong be
Da$h the field, you can catch me where the Gods be
Mt. Olympus, Hera as my mistress, eating shrimp up off a discus
Bitch I really live this, Check the quota
Smokin' SOMA out in Wigoma, I'm on the Motorola
Discussing cash of course, a left jab from [?] had paid the mansion off

Mother fucker its him

[Hook]

And I ain't prayed in motherfucking months
So a nigga wonder where I'm going when I die
And lately I been talking to these blunts
Cause they the only ones that never ever told a lie
I'm either flying or I'm frying
I'm either flying or I'm frying nigga
I'm either flying or I'm frying
I'm either flying or I'm frying nigga

[Verse 2]

Yo, my self esteems on amphetamines
I'm a walking benzo. Got a bitch named Mckenzie
But I just call her Kenzo. Stole her father's Enzo, smoking in it with the tints low
Now I'm schizo off the blunt
Did it for the stunt? Nah, did it for the bread
You in it for the love, bitch I'm in it for the head, get it right
Give a nigga's wife rice out of spite
Made the game you're playing, Fischer Price. Throw the dice
Hit the trips, bitches lickin' dick
Kiss the 'wood, grip the Remy fifth. Now I'm feeling tipsy
Get it jumpin', some pussy niggas think they pumping
My homie showing up something sure to end the function
Ain't sane, whole squad got the set banged
And most of these rappers need a sex change
Chief hash, eyes lower than my jeans sag
Its "Free Mav" til they free Mav

[Hook]

{Counseling}

[Verse 1]
Young and high as if Medusa cut her eyes at me
Cry when I'm happy, laugh when I'm sad
Sayin' she only going to college cause she trying to make her mom happy
Strung out so she don't fuck with her dad
And she'll do whatever it takes just so I could see the bigger picture
Realest nigga, roll the dope before a nigga dick her
Said she was a sniffer, but only on occasions
And I couldn't say I minded all these drugs that I be taking
Conversations, situation got her riding like she brakeless

But maybe she wanted out, I never asked the bitch
But that actavis and hash and cabbage spliff will have you on some bastard shit
Muscle relaxers injested after I crashed the whip
She started screaming so loud that a nigga had to smack her, shit
Now I'm a lone ranger
Saddle crafted after mastiff skin, so you can see I'm on my bullshit
Like a preacher from the pulpit
Or a skeezer with a full lip scheming on a full grip
"Fuck 'em", ain't much more that a nigga could tell her
Heads spinning like propellors, vision impaired, Helen Keller
From this Crown that I'm drowning in

I found a pool full of liquor and I dived in it
Ride tinted, lime scented, dimes in it
All these rap lines is just the life that I'm living