Other S!@# FT. Grown Folk

LYRICS BY DEACON BURNS

Chorus

I'm on some other shit

I ain't on that

I'm on some other shit

I ain't on that

I'm on some other shit

I ain't on that

I ain't on that

I ain't on that

I'm on some other shit

I ain't on that

I'm on some other shit

I ain't on that

I'm on some other shit

I ain't on that

I ain't on that

I ain't on that

Verse 1

In a field filled with pills just so i can feel

Lost in void i'm destroyed can't rebuild

Shipwrecked dreams on ashore

I'm a whore in heels wheelchair wheels downhill

Crash burn kill better hold still

Nigga gotta steal when it's all about the dollar bill

Guess everybody needs a hot meal

When your trapped in a cage made of steel it gets ill

Real when the cops try to get your cap peeled

Take you against your will better keep it concealed

Treating you like Mr Bill why they hind behind a shield

It's all a drill

Deep in the bowels of the earth in the great black pit where

The souls are cursed

Drinking fire water can't quench the thirst

Stillborn birth in the back of the hearse

Guess i'm in the front of the line with writing outside the lines

With the blanked out mind

Kounterclockwise on that other shit

The beautiful people deformed and crippled

Twisted in the mind

Chorus

I'm on some other shit

I ain't on that

I'm on some other shit

I ain't on that

I'm on some other shit

I ain't on that

I ain't on that

I ain't on that

I'm on some other shit

I ain't on that

I'm on some other shit

I ain't on that

I'm on some other shit

I ain't on that

I ain't on that

I ain't on that

Verse 2

Pill popping acid eating liquor drinking Dilaudid sniffin

Purple dust smoking black tar injecting crippled non walking

Wheelchair pushing prescription addiction fiending heathen

Barely breathing slowly drowning

Wit that spiced rum got my heart numb with a collapsed lung

So come and get some

I can spit the riddle of steel like crum

Got you stuck on my wheelchair wheels like gum

It's the return of the prodigal son desolate one

Hobo with a shotgun getting the job done

Don't run you'll only die tired i'm a live wire

Set the whole choir on fire

Half the time trying to keep my head above water

The other half tying to grown myself in liquor

Color outside the lines if your sick of the same old

If your sick of the same old simple predictable pitiful rhyme

Kounterclockwise on that other shit

The beautiful people deformed and crippled

Twisted in the mind

Chorus

I'm on some other shit

I ain't on that

I'm on some other shit

I ain't on that

I'm on some other shit

I ain't on that

I ain't on that

I ain't on that

I'm on some other shit

I ain't on that

I'm on some other shit

I ain't on that

I'm on some other shit

I ain't on that

I ain't on that

I ain't on that

I ain't on that

I ain't on that

I'm on some other shit