Wintergreen

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Ayceeonethirty - Rap

Wintergreen

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[Verse 1] I'm in her mouth the wintergreen in mine Down in the south in need of peace of mind I know these roads, don't even read the signs Friends keep turning to foes that I gotta leave behind I be Burnin these cones don't ever leave the high I be Hurtin these woes don't ever leave the mind I be Off in her guts still feelin dead inside Lately Liquor the crutch, I'm only limpin by Let it dissolve I'ma melt it all away That girl a devil, got me lost in an awful way Homie she ain't never see her mom, she ain't at no mall You leaving missed calls, she on my dick and balls Yeah this a fresh piece, ain't even seen a summer Gon buy the set cleats, we them Adidas runners I got them meth teeth, still want me in her ass I heard he begged "please" when he saw his life flash Grimey out the sewer like I'm Donatello Vodka in my mama Jello When you see the hell that I done seen you'll find it hard to mellow Known to let the ember billow Learned it from them elder Killoughs Industry be making Dittos Fillin up the lake with minnows Say they want the sickness I'ma show em covid They rep the digits but they know who really own it when he zoned in, loaded What they blow ain't never get em high as me I had to let her go cause she forever lie to me Yeah I came in this game with no plan B I got hate for this know they can't stand me My heart aching I need to find a Chancey I'ma still sling it off the porch, I ain't fancy I be on the moon feeling 2-D I ain't got a clue Steve Dylan roll the loose leave Then I let the truth speak Silent bout the stick, still I'm on guard Mask on, city burnin, pissin on these cop cars [Hook] Sittin in the window cause the tops hard Only fuckin stop by the opps yard We got them pop tarts The kind that stop hearts Done lit the wrong spark Gon see the mob start [Verse 2] Bitch I done been up out this closet I don't pause shit Fingers turnin blue like I be out here leaving pawprints God I keep implodin, knowin they won't let me go to thirty So I leave the potion open flowin til the show get blurry I be in my, head lost Rock bottom on that, bed rock I ain't trying to give no, Ted talk I ain't got an answer Floatin hopeless til they dome me or I fall to cancer I ain't flyin banners, fuck you and your party Probably through I'd never even drop this shit like I'm Carti Don't be callin me Tony, that ain't my name you don't know me So fuckin lonely, she disown me, transform me into the old me I'ma blow through all of this numbin myself dead I can't accept that it's all in my damn head Nah, I'll blow all of this numbin myself dead I ain't never trust none of them words that bitch said I'll take three and leave her knees weak Deus Ex, let my soul desync Saturn Gang we don't ever retreat Have em seein Molotov flames out the precinct I be sprinting and I can't fall Fuck em I'ma stand tall I'ma play the villain like I'm Jake Paul Still on that sativa ain't no indo Ya bitch on me like hyenas for the benzos [Outro] Sittin in the window cause the top's hard Only bout to stop by the opps yard I ain't bout to show off for your pop charts Mount his head if he end up in them wrong parts

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  • Anthony Lida