Testo Dope - Grifdorf
Testo della canzone Dope (Grifdorf), tratta dall'album DOPE
Yah! What up, yah!
Everybody just want that, DOPE
The shit'll make your face go flat, DOPE
They all want that, one, thing. DOPE
Grifdorf
Dope boy always late to the, spot
His first time, provider, giving it a shot
Bright beanie, eyes thinner than a, dot
Teal in his soul, brain at 1000 watts
He got a Red and navy jacket on
And as soon as you see him he's out and gone
You say
Dope boy, I need something to heal me
He say I got what u want, u gon feel free
He keep it all in a small pink suitcase
Void of stickers, but a drawing of a smiley face
It was his older bro's, who used to grow, but made too much dough and spent it on blow
Latches open up, case shines glow
This all feels like it's just for show
Mystique, creates intrigue
And it'll make ya feel good, like fun fatigue
Dope boy, he call them rainbow keys
He's a natural, charmer, stoner steez
Behind the blue eyes, is pain tho, he breathe it in, smoke it out, just tryna maintain yo
Too real, but if that appeal
I got the gas for your wheels, embrace how you feel
Deal
Make a deal
Everybody just want that, DOPE
Shit'll make your face go flat, DOPE
Lost in Space, with the same pack like, DOPE
And I don't even got a way back like, DOPE
Everybody just want that, DOPE
Shit'll make your face go flat, DOPE
Lost in Space, with the same pack like, DOPE
And I don't even got a way back like, DOPE
Dope boy always wake up, late
But his brain been on since 30 past eight
What he gotta do today, empty slate
Turn to the nightstand, grab the plate, getting straight to it
He lights the last bit he got
Now he's out of keys, he had more he thought
Running low on the funds right now
But he needs his medicine, he gotta get it but how?
Eyes stuck on the small pink suitcase
Tons of extra product, like loose change
He ain't got another sale for a minute
So let's bail for a second
Make it hail when we hit it
Blink, outside, now it's moonlit
Lost track of time, got a sweaty ass armpit
But he still got leftovers, he can't omit, don't wanna toss good clovers
Fielding dreams, hopefully got angels when it's all over
Head hazy, After glow, no hangover
Feel like Bradly Cooper with these sunglasses
Love my gaseous, Stan Keith like Cassius
Sorry to bother I don't mean to
But since forever, I been feeling so see-through
Green only thing, sticking, just like glue
We all grew up using, all that I knew
Like ay
I just need a way to get away
Life is moldable, shape it like clay
Seen days, round the clock like hay
Dope boy made money, but then he had to pay
Everybody just want that, DOPE
Shit'll make your face go flat, DOPE
Lost in Space, with the same pack like, DOPE
And I don't even got a way back like, DOPE
Everybody just want that, DOPE
Shit'll make your face go flat, DOPE
Lost in Space, with the same pack like, DOPE
And I don't even got a way back like, DOPE
Credits
Writer(s): Griffin Jones
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