[Intro]

Trap-a-Holics mixtapes

This a Scrim Beat!

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Blunt to the face, baby bottle for the chase

Two pills and a half weight, high tolerance will stay face

Blunt to the face, baby bottle for the chase

Two pills and a half weight, high tolerance will stay face

[Verse 1]

Here I go, trippin' on the shit again

Pick it up, then I take another hit again

Cold water, followed by some Vicodin

Flip the ashes

Pack another bong again

Hope to take the pain away, from the feeling that I feel today

Feeling like, no one can relate

Mama, stay on that section eight

Feeling like a loner, marijuana, endorphins

Stay stronger for longer, stay stronger for longer

Now I’m at a house party, trippin' off [?]

Sippin' that cough syrup, like it’s water

Never can't get called up, live my life in superstition

Like my word about the end, but I never give a fuck

No, Scrim never listen

No, no, Scrim never listen

Another hoping story, on some 808's, melodies and some hoes, PS3, and that Drake

Look around and all I see, blackness and tears, a product of me

Money hungry relatives, will take the dreams off a motherfucking rebels list

And I'm just stuck in this shit

Nothing but black in, my girls black too

Tattoos on the back with some tabs that's blue

Take it straight to the head, then look at her

Alarm clock goes off, ain't I a dreamer

[Outro]

Blunt to the face, baby bottle for the chase

Two pills and a half weight, high tolerance will stay face

Blunt to the face, baby bottle for the chase

Two pills and a half weight, high tolerance will stay face

Blunt to the face, baby bottle for the chase

Two pills and a half weight, high tolerance will stay face

Blunt to the face, baby bottle for the chase

Two pills and a half weight, high tolerance will stay face