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Written and recorded by Viarritz
Beat produced primarily by Johnny Beats with some additions by Viarritz

lyrics

(chorus)
40 MG of Adderall, we didn't need to, but we simply had to talk
And we said a lot of things, and it's far from in between
That we're closer than we thought, really after all
Full bowl pack and a sack of weed
Blowin' lines that we grind from these cocoa leaves
And I won't believe if y'all don't perceive that this is the way that life's supposed to be
Molly been callin' out my name, no blame to the fame, I just love the dame
My heart's been set since the day we met that I'd roll for her long as she does the same
Prep a jay and let's get unroofed,
Won't stop 'til the top so I take in boosts
Stay acute while y'all punks obtuse,
I don't give a fuck; I love being drug induced

Hold up, wait a minute, that was just the hook, ho
No crack on the stove, but you'd think I cook dope
I'm rollin' up the smoke while you're lookin' shook, ho
I ain't worried 'bout you, bitch. I wish you would, ho
My bad, had to get ratchet for a second
This weed so good, made my lungs start flexin'
I'm rollin' up the dreads, middle finger to the feds
And I'm 'bout to get lit 'cause this green had beckoned
I'ma hit this here, then I'ma start my lesson
Emcees in hidin' 'cause they start to feel threatened
Got the lines that'll deafen, kill them all, I am legend
One to ten, I'm eleven; I'm a queen, you a peasant
Where my trip at? Parachute that shit back
Tell your man quit playin', he been known I hit that
Oh, Viarritz spit fast and she's known to split tracks
Bitch, commit or get back, fuck your petty chit chat
Busted hoes lookin' like Riff Raff, that's that shit I don't like
Your mama should've gulped daddy's baby-making pulp
But you accident prone, right?
Bitch, don't lie, cause I know you can't deny that
This here fuckin' song's hype
Now here come the hook, so hold on to your head
Or instead watch that shit get blown (smite)

(chorus)

Fuck all of that noise, I'm too high for that shit
Plastic bitches set to get their ass kicked
More bat shit than a set of Catholic Fascists
So ass-mitt, quick chiefin the blunt and pass it
Heating up more herb than Rachael Ray
Got spatial play from a maple babe
Rap won't fall apart, I'll be the staple, may
the odds ever be in your favor that I take a break
I'll pave the way, I'll slay the prey
I'm a pinnacle point, I've got the faithful say
I been labeled cray and that's a stable splay
But it's fateful she ends up on the table ate
Fuck your dirt, bitch, it's dank over here
Ready to get shitty, pour up, drank, slower gear
Been tryna move up on the ranks, closer tier
And to put my advice quick and frank, poser veer
Who gets hyper than the V I A?
Finna bounce around the function like a flea on ca-
nine's I'm tryna see skys fade
Behind me, 'cause it's finna be my day
Y'all stay back just layin' and sleep
Meanwhile I'll be sprayin that heat
Lyrically I'm just weighin in heaps
Cause in this rap game, I'm playin' for keeps
Bitch

(chorus)

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from Spindles of Loose​-​Wound Thoughts, released January 14, 2015

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