Low Lids - Cheekbone Slim

〈Intro〉
Yeah
I'm paranoid clutching on my stick
On, On
Clutching on my stick
On
Clutching on my stick
On, On
Yeah
Looking for a lick
On
Clutching on my stick

〈Verse〉
Walking down this 〈.?.〉 street
Pistol on my side
Crystal by my feet
Never running high
My demons die, met defeat
Slide and I creep
Bones to divide
Like the lies in your teeth
Lies to the face
T’ll I just can't sleep
Think I died last night
Said I just can't breathe
I lost my sight 〈.?.〉
Cut myself all these times but just can’t bleed
Numb to the touch
You could never hurt me
With ice-cold flow
Take the mic off 〈.?.〉
Think the mic on freeze
Black tar residues sticking to my teeth
Smack you in the face with the fentanyl
〈.?.〉 you overdose
Right you can
Watch this shit grow
Watch this shit grow
Quit my fucking job
Never got a diploma
I'm still in the streets
With riders like 〈.?.〉
My team busting caps like we shaking up our sodas
Ring, ring, ring, going out the Motorola
My brodies take drugs t'll they put our ass in comas
Fentanyl, Xanax, 〈.?.〉 I think I need a soma
I had to get down bad
Before they see me grow up
All they've ever known was the dark
All before my blow up
So up, no fucks, sucking my girls toes up
Ounce in the trap, I'm just singing t'll I blow up
God called, rang once on the phone
We'd like some dope
Six squirrels and we go nuts
God called, rang once on the phone
We'd like some dope
Six squirrels and we go nuts
Selling bricks, sell it big, givin’ no fucks
Six change in the hood
Keeping none tucked
With my ninjas
Cold like the nun chucks
We been taking up the trash like some dump trucks
You some dumb fucks, thinking you gone rob us
〈.?.〉
〈Outro〉
Yeah, I’m paranoid looking for a lick
Clutching on my stick
Clutching on my stick, On
Yeah, I'm paranoid looking for a lick
Clutching on my stick
Clutching on my stick On
Yeah I’m clutching on a stick