Black & Mild Spirits

Lyrics

[Intro] Anti Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Landfill Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh [Verse] Eh, don't know what I want, but I know this much Black & Mild, American Spirit guts, uh Runnin' through that money, uh, makin' more than honey, uh Makin' more than money, uh, twice, that joke ain't funny, uh Dried up bands, dried up hands, ride in minivans Got no gas, I don't want it 'less it's in a pen Can't be stopped by no more 12, they'll put my ass in jail They do much worse to my type, they wanna send us to hell Tryna stack up for in case bail, I ain't playin' that game No more behavior shit, I'll burn myself out the frame Walk down with a mean limp, virtual kiss, what's simpin'? Kickin' these tracks like I'm pimpin', gotta stay on it, no wimpin' Count up a thousand like clockwork, now I'm just doin' all artwork Can't keep comin' up missing, hate that shit and it scare me Wonder how y'all really feel when I ain't behind that wheel? Scorin' up major deals, on a back burner 'til I heal