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8corpses - DERANGED (feat. Bearded Legend) [Prod. scaryplain]

SONG LINK:   / deranged   FOLLOW 8CORPSES ON SOCIAL MEDIA TO STAY CONNECTED:   / 8corpses     / 8corpses     / 8corpses   https://open.spotify.com/artist/3WwTG...   / 8corpses   Lyrics: Bitch I’m a pothead Till I dropdead I got highdeas Goin on in my head bag full dro bag full doe If a bitch wanna beef Then I bag up that hoe BLAZED OFF THE RAW CONE KUSH HIT THE DOME NOW IM MOTHAFUCKIN STONED Sippin on a 40 while I wait for the next toke Push my face through the weed smoke wish this was the epilogue But it’s really just a monologue Logging words monolithically with my fervent tongue I do this for the old and young Do it for homie who wanted to be hung You never know what’s in the minds Of others we walk among admitting wrong Is The first step To humbling one Even if you don’t want to breath that phrase Out of your lung Got hella Weed smoke in my lungs Hitting that top shelf outta the bong My Lifes been shattered Scatter brain Brain scattered They said I needa get it together My brain feels like pieces of glass Duct Taped together Hate feelin under the weather I’m insane Insanely toakin on the reefer Why the liquor taste better when your life is shittier Chronologically Smoking chronic chronically Undoubtedly Trying to figure out What helps me Coming loose at the seams Life isn’t always as it seems Taking a brisk walk On this beat try to walk on me You will get briskly beat Not here to deceive Imma step on any motherfucka that try to test me Feelin frisky Dont frisk me Everything is risky Risking my life with every sip of the whiskey Bitch I’m a pothead Till I dropdead I got highdeas Goin on in my head bag full dro bag full doe If a bitch wanna beef Then I bag up that hoe Coming back from a mental block, Gotta keep it all moving like the hands on a clock, Better know your damn role, I ain't talking bout The Rock, If you're smelling what I'm cooking, I'ma put you in a headlock, If you really wanna know, I ain't getting bored, Tell you 'bout my life, I ain't talking in a metaphor, Lonely motherfucker like the Beatles singing Eleanor, Getting what I wanna and you know I'm always getting more, People telling me I'm crazy, maybe, They won't ever get it 'cause them motherfuckers lazy, Ain't no telling where the mind of this man goes, Moving so fast like I'm playing on a banjo, It's another nice dream, we awaken, Looking all around, realize it's amazing, You hating, all the while you're feeling complacent, Shut the fuck up or have a date with the pavement, Still gotta stay sane, I'm okay, otherwise I'm gonna turn into my own worst enemy, Still gotta stay sane, it's okay, otherwise you're gonna turn into your own worst enemy