Triple One - Libertine. | Текст песни

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• Libertine.

[Obi]
I ain't been saving up, I ain't been taking drugs
I ain't been making love, I ain't been anything
Again, anything
Anything that you could say to make me stop
Probably won't work, probably won't pop
Probably get caught in the shot
Probably get caught in the view of the backdrop
Shooting 8 balls never had a date for
Or the time for, what are 7 lines for
Water with the eyeball, shut it mother fucker
She a eye sore I saw first, you
You save yourself, I’m gonna save my time, (save my)
I’m gonna save my time
I ain't gonna stand in a line
Waiting for the day that they take my life
Rather save my time
I’m gonna save my time, gonna save my…

[Chorus]
I got problems, thinking you could solve them
I got liquor on my breath I got my savings on some dockets
Fucking problems, lousy fucking problems
But thinking you could solve them might be thinking optimistic

Its cold inside I feel that heater burning
I feel I needa turning
Safe zones and a Cain toad
Lick a little frog, get brain bruh
And if it feel good, blow a fat load
Don’t tell me to ever aim low
Name yo, what’s ya name yo
I ain't heard about ya
I ain't ever heard about ya, (nah)
I ain't ever heard yeh
I ain't ever heard –
So fuck off, Yeh fuck off
Fuck a dumb bitch, fuck a rich jock
Fuck a racist, fuck a pit stop
Fuck a settle down, fuck a shit job
And if I get kids when they grow up, will---
Will they like their dad
Hopefully never be like their dad
Belly full if brew, but it ironclad
Slowly dying I am that
(slowly dying I am that)
Slowly dying I am that
Got beer on my mind, I ain't lying man
Had a sneak line, ain't lying man
That’s me honest but I’m trying man
You a dressed up cunt, you a liar man
(Slowly dying I am that)
You a dressed up cunt, you a liar man
Try and settle down why you crying man?
That’s me honest but I’m trying man
You a dressed up cunt, you a liar man
(Slowly dying I am that)

[Chorus]
I got problems, thinking you could solve them
I got liquor on my breath I got my savings on some dockets
Fucking problems, lousy fucking problems
But thinking you could solve them might be thinking optimistic

I take my hat off to the women working half to death
I take my hat off for no man less he’s asking it
Even then if I don’t like it, he don’t get my drift
Heaven scented she a 7 like a holy bitch, god
Holy shit, no need for that holiness
Never thought my word was gonna hold in this
Even if I said it with my hand on it
You’d probably cut me down, not the man for it
Pretty cut throat now, got a can of it
Its been so dam long, I’m not standing it
I got a bullet in the back with some cannabis
I don’t smoke the shit, but still hold the tip
Of the very life I’ve been living like I’m over it
Like the lines I’ve been given, not a joke in it
Coke a clip, Fucking end it with broken lid
Get my minds all open have poke in it
Straight line what you seeing is a broken kid..
Seen beam of light and I’m hoping its
A drunk drive and I die when hit
So suicide looking just like an accident
And I die like piece of shit

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