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liver cheese - sir bong toker lyrics

blunt inside my hand so i be coughing when i speak
and i can’t finish a thought without a pause inhale and wheeze
i’m coping fire trees sh*t that make you spit up black
i spit a rap or two that sh*t is nasty as the liver cheese

it’s dark without a gleam
i’m praying to my god but all i got is f*cking nada so is harder to believe

i don’t vibe with higher beings i confide in what i see
and what im seeing is a f*ck ton of the i mysеlf and me

i gotta lotta weed too
bong is barley see through
i been barley еating y’all been out to please ya sweet tooth
toker steady feigning mary leaf he needa breath soon
or god forbid he die a tragic death at like twenty two

raws up in my pocket but my papers onna tounge son
i ain’t ever bought no cigarette but i could bum one
sh*t my lungs a blaze but i can’t save em cause i love blunts
i love drinking rum outta bottle cause it’s f*ck cups
i been out the loop yall steady running while in place
and im close to crashing out
and i might punch you in your face
i might just shut them mouths that yall been running like relay
tell y’all once i tell yall twice but i won’t say that sh*t again

i’m posted in the bathroom ripping nic and cheffing carts
i pray to both my gods before i tear my lungs apart
but ain’t n0body answer i ain’t far from where i started
i’m r*t*rded or i really hold no place inside his heart

i pray this liver cheese is thick enough stay in one peice
it been getting thinner since my lungs is getting dumb weak
think i need chill out with my vices indecisive
do i split up out this lane or do i let the devil tounge speak

(so this is liver cheese)

(mmmmmm)

the flow is kinda nasty like the liver cheese
cadence h*lla nice
lyrics buzz like nicotine
ain’t n0body in this b*tch is near as high as me
h*lla close but ain’t no smoke from the cigar you wet the leaf
blunt inside my hand so i be coughing when i speak
and i can’t finish a thought without a pause inhale and wheeze
i’m coping fire trees sh*t that make you spit up black
i spit a rap or two that sh*t is nasty as the liver cheese

my god is rng
or at least it feel like it drunk and higher than the tweakers i see walking down the street

my supply is growing thinner by the minute plug asleep
and imma need this sh*t i walk a mile in winter for a 3

and sh*t id even walk straight to the plug with broken feet
for like a half an ounce and a cracked stale and broken swisher sweet
i’m really not a man that gone playing bout his weed
so if i let you tap my blunt you better savor every seed

but tell me do it please you
smoking like a fein do
i been thinking not im pretty sure my lungs agree too
sh*t im coughing black up smoking roaches and tabacco
but i love it im conflicted asking jesus what would he do

he prolly throw it all away
all the weed and all the drank
and every single scr*pped tabbaco wrap he find inside the tray
every single tab of acid i ain’t put tounge on
every bong and every jar that i ain’t ever get the chance to break
he say the liver cheese is h*lla nasty like that nicotine
and plus its hard to unaquire taste that’s in your dreams
but working to spit out that hefty bite that’s in yo t**th
is just the start of the road that gone lead yo ass to peace

im fighting with my demons every night i try to sleep
i hear em talking to each other strategizing lies deceit
i’m trynna tune em out and hear the lord that’s calling me
but every time i try to focus my brain redirect the scene

- sir bong toker lyrics

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