Killing Me (produced by catsincola)

Chill Phil · 08-30-2015, 01:50 AM

https://soundcloud.com/roach-badweather/killing-me

lyrics:
feelin' loopy "lah dee dah" sun kissed insomnia
nauseous hypochondria, but i don't care, it's got me up
so who do i remind me of, nothing i can find up front
the only thing required was the fact that i can write it drunk

swimming through these lines of rum, drowning in the tides to come
a little ice to numb my legs so i won't bother tryin' to run
as the odor that lines my lungs my reason is "a night of fun"
i like the rush, so slide me some, i'll dry the cup and smile a bunch

i hate that i'm in love with these...fuckin' drinks, nothing's free,
buzzing bee, floating in the suds i see a corrupted me
but momma wanted something sweet
buried the thought i dug it deep
to the rim of the glass, where the bubbles reach
no inhibitions, with tough critiques
smart replies, mumbled speech

acidic liquid, crumbled teeth
frantic search for another beat
but become a recluse for a couple weeks
i haven't eaten, my stomach screams, "not cool you can't keep up with me!"
apologies for getting uppity
see i'm only pissed you interrupted me

know what,
gotta sober up
i'm old enough to control the cup

know what,
i gotta simmer down
i'm old enough to make decisions now

08-30-2015, 01:50 AM	#1
Chill Phil World's Heaviest Ghost Join Date: May 2015 Location: At home Posts: 2,585 Rep Power: 48431850	Killing Me (produced by catsincola) https://soundcloud.com/roach-badweather/killing-me lyrics: feelin' loopy "lah dee dah" sun kissed insomnia nauseous hypochondria, but i don't care, it's got me up so who do i remind me of, nothing i can find up front the only thing required was the fact that i can write it drunk swimming through these lines of rum, drowning in the tides to come a little ice to numb my legs so i won't bother tryin' to run as the odor that lines my lungs my reason is "a night of fun" i like the rush, so slide me some, i'll dry the cup and smile a bunch i hate that i'm in love with these...fuckin' drinks, nothing's free, buzzing bee, floating in the suds i see a corrupted me but momma wanted something sweet buried the thought i dug it deep to the rim of the glass, where the bubbles reach no inhibitions, with tough critiques smart replies, mumbled speech acidic liquid, crumbled teeth frantic search for another beat but become a recluse for a couple weeks i haven't eaten, my stomach screams, "not cool you can't keep up with me!" apologies for getting uppity see i'm only pissed you interrupted me know what, gotta sober up i'm old enough to control the cup know what, i gotta simmer down i'm old enough to make decisions now __________________ Drunk in the club, let a nigga say somethin'... I'll have him fall victim like the nigga base jumpin', Last edited by Chill Phil; 08-30-2015 at 04:17 AM.