"Sunscreen" lyrics
Twos with the threes
In a coup with the keys
Get the noose the recluse got the truth for the geese
Whos got the fee
Got the booze by the G
Get the roots what they do, let me burn the degree
Sunscreen
It don't help
Someone scream
He need help
She want lean
She need help
We don't fiend
We don't help
Melancholy got me zoning all again
Probably I be on the molly all again
Shit been really feeling like it's 2010
Two more years and the world will end
Well I been sharpening my blade, got me caught in the fade
Of picking patterns that Aladdin couldn't wish to replace
I found the devil in my head I pray to God he don't stay
Holy father please forgive me, I been living to pray
Maddy hatter get the caterpillar tweaking off the matter
Cause the facts that I been hearing don't make sense to me, I've gathered
Too much evidence against it, can't dissect what is the message
All the words that I been slurring turning into burdens guess it
Never really matters much
With the medicine they feeding us
We'll be dead in a minute, even government admit it
Baby we were never meant to trust
Twos with the threes
In a coup with the keys
Get the noose the recluse got the truth for the geese
Whos got the fee
Got the booze by the G
Get the roots what they do, let me burn the degree
Sunscreen
It don't help
Someone scream
He need help
She want lean
She need help
We don't fiend
We don't help
Papa Got the chopper loaded
Hoping over ops to show it
Everybody gotta fucking quote it
(Ah)
I been out of serotonin
Copies of me got me swollen
Everybody gotta fucking fold it
(Ah)
Joker's in the deck
With the gun at they neck
You a prick, you a wreck, you a Beck, you a loser
Might as well just kill you
I don't feel you anyway
Are you living for the moment
Or you living day by day
Okay
Got the AK
Blade like I'm OJ
Fade like I'm O'shea
Cube like I'm cold babe
Ooh what you hoes say
Do what you want wait
Stop drop and roll, bullet holes in the car paint
Sick of them talking, I got them picking they pocket
I been a prick with the wallet, I never trip like you got it
I said I sip on the profit
If you the shit, you not honest
Cause truthfully, you believe that the world really sees
Twos with the threes
In a coup with the keys
Get the noose the recluse got the truth for the geese
Whos got the fee
Got the booze by the G
Get the roots what they do, let me burn the degree
Sunscreen
It don't help
Someone scream
He need help
She want lean
She need help
We don't fiend
We don't help
In a coup with the keys
Get the noose the recluse got the truth for the geese
Whos got the fee
Got the booze by the G
Get the roots what they do, let me burn the degree
Sunscreen
It don't help
Someone scream
He need help
She want lean
She need help
We don't fiend
We don't help
Melancholy got me zoning all again
Probably I be on the molly all again
Shit been really feeling like it's 2010
Two more years and the world will end
Well I been sharpening my blade, got me caught in the fade
Of picking patterns that Aladdin couldn't wish to replace
I found the devil in my head I pray to God he don't stay
Holy father please forgive me, I been living to pray
Maddy hatter get the caterpillar tweaking off the matter
Cause the facts that I been hearing don't make sense to me, I've gathered
Too much evidence against it, can't dissect what is the message
All the words that I been slurring turning into burdens guess it
Never really matters much
With the medicine they feeding us
We'll be dead in a minute, even government admit it
Baby we were never meant to trust
Twos with the threes
In a coup with the keys
Get the noose the recluse got the truth for the geese
Whos got the fee
Got the booze by the G
Get the roots what they do, let me burn the degree
Sunscreen
It don't help
Someone scream
He need help
She want lean
She need help
We don't fiend
We don't help
Papa Got the chopper loaded
Hoping over ops to show it
Everybody gotta fucking quote it
(Ah)
I been out of serotonin
Copies of me got me swollen
Everybody gotta fucking fold it
(Ah)
Joker's in the deck
With the gun at they neck
You a prick, you a wreck, you a Beck, you a loser
Might as well just kill you
I don't feel you anyway
Are you living for the moment
Or you living day by day
Okay
Got the AK
Blade like I'm OJ
Fade like I'm O'shea
Cube like I'm cold babe
Ooh what you hoes say
Do what you want wait
Stop drop and roll, bullet holes in the car paint
Sick of them talking, I got them picking they pocket
I been a prick with the wallet, I never trip like you got it
I said I sip on the profit
If you the shit, you not honest
Cause truthfully, you believe that the world really sees
Twos with the threes
In a coup with the keys
Get the noose the recluse got the truth for the geese
Whos got the fee
Got the booze by the G
Get the roots what they do, let me burn the degree
Sunscreen
It don't help
Someone scream
He need help
She want lean
She need help
We don't fiend
We don't help
Writer(s): Grant Lalaian
