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lirik lagu escapism – l.a. vangogh

[intro: l.a. vangogh screwed]
all i really need is some…
all i-all i really need is some p-ssy and some weed

[hook: l.a. vangogh]
i’m going through a lot and i’m stressed
a lot to say and it’s sitting on my chest
a couple remedies that help me forget
bring a s-xy senorita, catch amnesia with some

p-ssy and some weed
some p-ssy and some weed
i need some p-ssy and some weed
some p-ssy and some weed

[verse 1: l.a. vangogh]
but i can’t hit that l until i get a job
plus, my spottie don’t get off of work til 9 o clock
plus an extra 20 just to make it to the crib
oh for hova’s sakes, lord yeezus tell me can live?

(aw h-ll nawww)

please don’t trip
i just need some papers or that p-ssy on my lip
handcuffed to my h-ssles til she let me cop a feel
is you copperfield? majestic magic in them heels

how you make that stress disappear soon as that dress disappear?
she asked me to dive into her that’s when i stepped off the pier
and that’s when we got so lifted, i seen then jetsons appear
but when it’s all over and we both sober, we just end up back here

[intro: l.a. vangogh screwed]
all i really need is some…
all i-all i really need is some p-ssy and some weed

[hook: l.a. vangogh]

[verse 2: l.a. vangogh]
incoming to forrest, tell me how fast can you run?
parlay with my problems probably cause here they come
fickle with my funds, an unemployed son of a gun
bills on bills on bills and college debt don’t look like fun

well, sometimes this all i got when i feel like the songs that i write ain’t hot
and i don’t get love for the songs i drop, and i think i should give it a rest like cops
and a j-o-b playing hide and seek, headed for the worst in a first cl-ss seat
is this all that i get for a college degree? who done k!lled my dream, my king?

it seems it’s euphoric, if you for it, fast forward to new porsches
then i rewind ’cause my porch is my loitering quarters
and i feel i can’t do my portion, on some poor sh-t, like “poor kid”
man i’m only twenty-(beep), i ain’t got it figured out, but this girl and this green look gorgeous, ya’ll

[bridge: l.a. vangogh & blake davis]
all i really need is some p-ssy and some weed
(bring it to me, bring it to me, bring it to me)
all i-all i really need is some p-ssy and some weed

(repeat)

[blake davis]
some p-ssy and some weed
some p-ssy and some weed
i need some p-ssy and some weed
some p-ssy and some weed

i’m going through a lot and i’m stressed
a lot to say and it’s sitting on my chest
a couple remedies that help me forget
bring a s-xy senorita, catch amnesia with some
p-ssy and some weed!

(foley sfx)

[verse 3: l.a. vangogh]
wake up out that coma, wipe the tweaking off my brow and start my search and seek for soma
so much “so what” on my sofa
sold my sober for some moments
spilled my secrets in a loner, then i act like i ain’t told her

she said “if these walls could talk they’d say they need a reupholster”
my ego h-lla swole up, but that house is not a home especially if it’s in foreclosure
this havoc i’ve been wreaking really weakens the aroma
the universe been telling me to shower off my odor

the doorbell rings, forgot that i invited karma over
tried to clear my conscience but the cache disk had froze up
sternly claim “i’m coming” while i’m ruffling through my deeds
but it seems that all i’ve gotten is this vanity to show her

the energy i put out i’m subconsciously accepting
i ask myself if this p-ssy pedestal is progressive
and if this joint i’m smoking is hindering or it’s helping
what i claimed i needed just seeded my introspection

now i’m back to square one, playing tetris against depression
not investing in myself feel my spirit is in recession
trials and tribulations, the errors of adolescence
no longer serve as excuses, useless to my abuses

my problems like my shadows
because i dim my own light, i tell myself that they can’t show, a ticket to the sad show
i emerge from the gallows, thinking darkness is banned
but when the light is shone, they show they’re right there where you stand, understand

[outro: narrator & l.a. vangogh]

the conclusion of our first episode is not an end, but a new beginning
find out the fate of our fellow on the next episode of “everything is subjective”
we’ll be right back after this brief commercial break

“head-ss, apply directly to the forehead”
heaadda-sssss

- l a vangogh

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