EMPTY DREAMS 2 Lyrics
EMPTY DREAMS 2 - CYPARISS
Lyrics by：Viktor Dyachkovsky/Aleksandr Volodin
Composed by：Aleksei Isachenko
Lollygaggin' with my friends
How we goin' on a stang
Laid back relaxed smokin' a fat mack
Sippin' on some tanq
Passin' junts back-to-back
Nigga wanna silly talk
***** get your *** out them
Finna commence the walk
I don't need no ana'
'Cause it kinda like blow my high
Test my ****** pimpin' like a ho
And watch me make you cry
Gold this gold that
Always gotta call my name
Nigga is this ***** the only thing
You know inside that brain?
I know I got you sprung
And you cum like an eighth grader
****** for a minute
And your nut comes out five seconds later
You old enough you say you're tough
But yet you ain't fulfillin' me
Only thing I love in your pants
Is your ****** crease
If it ain't your ****
Or your money that you wanna share
Be gone like a witch
And sorry ***** it's just a nightmare
The antidote that I smoke
Can 'cause me to kill a man
Behold my title homicidal nigga
This ain't no Candy Land
A mind-control substance that be
Tellin' me to take a hit
Gangsta gold smoke me up
You know I can't resist that ****
Glock tight on that *** for the nine five
I'm comin' clean
Straight up out the 'crest so yes
I'm smoked out on the ****** scene
Glock tight smoked out
Means a nigga's quick to die
Glock tight smoked out
If I can't get high
Glock tight smoked out
If I see you chiefin' hay
Glock tight smoked out
I'ma blow your *** away
If it's just a little wood
But not a bag I buy a TEC
'Cause I can make that little wood
Put your stupid *** in check
I'm fiendin' for that ****
Them chill buns got me chilly
A shotgun through my nose
I suppose will have me actin' silly
Bud on my mind mane bud gets me crazy
As I inhale the smoke
I just go into a daze
Gangsta gold chiefin' hay
Nine-mili on the side gettin' buck
Smoked out keep us high as a ************
As she blaze a blunt up
Creepin' through the cut
With a yalk try to make a stang
See we is on that dizzope
So we can't do a d**n thing
Saw my niggas in the click
Walkin' down Shady Vista Street
We tried to make a move
But my nigga double G can't feel her feet
We gotta keep that high
As we smoke another junt or two
'Cause if you try to blow it
Trick I'ma have to serve you
Paranoid can't you tell?
Inked out is what I mean
Chiefin' hay got us ****** up
'Cause we smoked out on the scene
Glock tight smoked out
Means a nigga's quick to die
Glock tight smoked out
If I can't get high
Glock tight smoked out
If I see you chiefin' hay
Glock tight smoked out
I'ma blow your *** away