"Morphine" lyrics
You hear that?
L-A-L-I-O-N
Ahem
You don't wanna see another mother fucker
Undercover cutter wanna cut it with the pain no more
You don't wanna see another brother
Turn to gunner in the gutter wanna cut it with the same old hoe
Every other stunner with a tub of lubber
Got a cover for the little man who sit inside they soul
Every single word I spit is turning it to turbulent
A burden to the parents sorry lost control
I don't feel a thing
I don't feel a thing
Morphine
I don't feel a thing
I don't feel a thing
Morphine
I don't feel a thing
I don't feel a thing
Morphine
I don't feel a thing
I don't feel a thing
Morphine
Look around the room and tell me all this is
Is people with a problem, but the problem is
I could drown my sorrow in a vodka lid
Empty out my bank account and buy that bitch
206 gonna pass your son
Running with my woes, with a loaded gun
Better leave us lone
Man I like my stun
Fuckin with my soul, get my casket hun
Dead in a gutter with my brain full of rubber
22 I'm going platinum no one could touch us
Fuckin with my head, is impossible made of cement
See these men see men for the seamen
She love us look like she fiending
Bringing out my demons feed them
Don't talk back wolf pack is eating
Half my track beat rap we eating
You don't wanna see another mother fucker
Undercover cutter wanna cut it with the pain no more
You don't wanna see another brother
Turn to gunner in the gutter wanna cut it with the same old hoe
Every other stunner with a tub of lubber
Got a cover for the little man who sit inside they soul
Every single word I spit is turning it to turbulent
A burden to the parents sorry lost control
I don't feel a thing
I don't feel a thing
Morphine
I don't feel a thing
I don't feel a thing
Morphine
I don't feel a thing
I don't feel a thing
Morphine
I don't feel a thing
I don't feel a thing
Morphine
Every day now been the same shit
Working til the sun up in the basement
Track a day it's sad to say, you waste it
Homies say they imitate and any day you'll make it
Woo
My time is now
Y'all smoke loud while I drown the sound
Pour that down let me down a round
Around this down town man that man was found
Who
That's him
L a L I o n on my skin
Livin let the soul go sold that sin
Ever since 2 years old I've been
So gone with the wind had no caution within
Jumping off buildings and living again
Live as a winner who's losing his mind
Been a genius elitist I leave y'all behind
You don't wanna see another mother fucker
Undercover cutter wanna cut it with the pain no more
You don't wanna see another brother
Turn to gunner in the gutter wanna cut it with the same old hoe
Every other stunner with a tub of lubber
Got a cover for the little man who sit inside they soul
Every single word I spit is turning it to turbulent
A burden to the parents sorry lost control
I don't feel a thing
I don't feel a thing
Morphine
I don't feel a thing
I don't feel a thing
Morphine
I don't feel a thing
I don't feel a thing
Morphine
I don't feel a thing
I don't feel a thing
Morphine
Look around the room and tell me all this is
Is people with a problem, but the problem is
I could drown my sorrow in a vodka lid
Empty out my bank account and buy that bitch
206 gonna pass your son
Running with my woes, with a loaded gun
Better leave us lone
Man I like my stun
Fuckin with my soul, get my casket hun
All you do is work now
When are you gonna take a break?
L-A-L-I-O-N
Ahem
You don't wanna see another mother fucker
Undercover cutter wanna cut it with the pain no more
You don't wanna see another brother
Turn to gunner in the gutter wanna cut it with the same old hoe
Every other stunner with a tub of lubber
Got a cover for the little man who sit inside they soul
Every single word I spit is turning it to turbulent
A burden to the parents sorry lost control
I don't feel a thing
I don't feel a thing
Morphine
I don't feel a thing
I don't feel a thing
Morphine
I don't feel a thing
I don't feel a thing
Morphine
I don't feel a thing
I don't feel a thing
Morphine
Look around the room and tell me all this is
Is people with a problem, but the problem is
I could drown my sorrow in a vodka lid
Empty out my bank account and buy that bitch
206 gonna pass your son
Running with my woes, with a loaded gun
Better leave us lone
Man I like my stun
Fuckin with my soul, get my casket hun
Dead in a gutter with my brain full of rubber
22 I'm going platinum no one could touch us
Fuckin with my head, is impossible made of cement
See these men see men for the seamen
She love us look like she fiending
Bringing out my demons feed them
Don't talk back wolf pack is eating
Half my track beat rap we eating
You don't wanna see another mother fucker
Undercover cutter wanna cut it with the pain no more
You don't wanna see another brother
Turn to gunner in the gutter wanna cut it with the same old hoe
Every other stunner with a tub of lubber
Got a cover for the little man who sit inside they soul
Every single word I spit is turning it to turbulent
A burden to the parents sorry lost control
I don't feel a thing
I don't feel a thing
Morphine
I don't feel a thing
I don't feel a thing
Morphine
I don't feel a thing
I don't feel a thing
Morphine
I don't feel a thing
I don't feel a thing
Morphine
Every day now been the same shit
Working til the sun up in the basement
Track a day it's sad to say, you waste it
Homies say they imitate and any day you'll make it
Woo
My time is now
Y'all smoke loud while I drown the sound
Pour that down let me down a round
Around this down town man that man was found
Who
That's him
L a L I o n on my skin
Livin let the soul go sold that sin
Ever since 2 years old I've been
So gone with the wind had no caution within
Jumping off buildings and living again
Live as a winner who's losing his mind
Been a genius elitist I leave y'all behind
You don't wanna see another mother fucker
Undercover cutter wanna cut it with the pain no more
You don't wanna see another brother
Turn to gunner in the gutter wanna cut it with the same old hoe
Every other stunner with a tub of lubber
Got a cover for the little man who sit inside they soul
Every single word I spit is turning it to turbulent
A burden to the parents sorry lost control
I don't feel a thing
I don't feel a thing
Morphine
I don't feel a thing
I don't feel a thing
Morphine
I don't feel a thing
I don't feel a thing
Morphine
I don't feel a thing
I don't feel a thing
Morphine
Look around the room and tell me all this is
Is people with a problem, but the problem is
I could drown my sorrow in a vodka lid
Empty out my bank account and buy that bitch
206 gonna pass your son
Running with my woes, with a loaded gun
Better leave us lone
Man I like my stun
Fuckin with my soul, get my casket hun
All you do is work now
When are you gonna take a break?
Writer(s): Lalion
