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deathdrop - rx cowboy lyrics

(i have reached my f*cking limit)

yo i been thinking while you’re squandering
on top a f*cking molly beat about some f*cking monster t**th
you know i could squash the beef
not when i been lossing (losing) sleep
motherf*ckers testing me
tell me how the h*ll i’m supposed to rest in peace
when you wonder where the time went
living like a blast, and you knowing that the past month
sh*t could be your last
and it’s drowning you
looking down on you
reassessing everything that’s valuable
i take your girl
put that f*cking p*ssy on a pedestal
when you’re taking fentanyl until you’re a vegetable
tryna be a better you or wanna be a lesson to
something that you never was
i could never fall in love
i’m just tryna catch a buzz
every single breath that you take like fallacy
liking what you found in me
tryna get me towering and cowering
i could still remember what you taste like
i could smell your felonies, we’re f*cking on a late night
knowing you’re around the corner peeking at my shows
maybe you’re the problem, well everybody knows
maybe you’re the problem or maybe just a jest
everyone around you spit you out like crest
and i never thought

on the third day
thought i saw god
looked in the mirror
never felt real
looked in the mirror
never felt real
never felt real
never felt real

corny motherf*ckers tryna tell me how to feel
every hoe i ever f*cked mentally ill
sh*t could get violent when skin get peeled
heard some dude from iowa tryna spit drill
i don’t care about a backpack dude
indie boy make me wanna grab that two
if i passed you i’m not tryna act rude but
take your needle drop ass back to whole foods p*ssy

lemme see that f*cking authority
but b*tches wanting more of me
i’m with ya girl whoring
my son gon be a b*st*rd
telling you i’m not sh*t
need a priest or pastor
every bit of profit
it only gets me plastered
mpd’ll chase me but they don’t know i’m faster
never move hasty but they gon need some backup
i could split a hipster b*tches head for some lack of
got these hoes singing from the, to the back of
b*tch you better pull up
come to minnesota
getting maxed out
looking like you had a glow up
i’m f*cking on a side b*tch
keep it on the low
lemme know what the price is
every single homie that i dropped was a dry snitch
finally out the cold but my baby still crying
and we still dying
never need practice
i came out the womb in the room doing adlibs
f*cker

- rx cowboy lyrics

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