(Intro – Travis autotune croon over muddy bass)
Yeahhh… (It’s lit)
Two cups, three blunts, one night, no sober…
Might wake up rich or not wake up over…
Hah!
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(Verse 1 – Lil Pump style energy w/ Kendrick scheme slips)
Pop me a seal then I pop me a bitch,
Countin’ up hunnids, my thumb got a twitch.
Chrome on the whip, got a ghost in the dash,
Neck full of snow and my wrists talk cash.
I don’t dream sleep, I just dream racks,
Whole team eatin’ off my contracts.
Brain half gone but my math still good,
Lean turn a city boy back to the hood.
Bought me a Glock just to match my fit,
Bought me a yacht just to crash that shit.
She text “I miss you” — I text “send throat,”
She send the addy, I pull up, no coat.
(Straight up!)
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(Pre-Chorus – Travis hype vocals)
Two cups in my hand (woo!),
Three hoes in the van (skrrt!),
Four chains on my neck (ice!),
I can’t even stand (yah!).
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(Chorus – Big, repetitive, catchy, crowd energy)
Lean induced coma, I don’t wake up clean,
Whole damn life feelin’ like a codeine dream.
Pour it, pour it, pour it ‘til I can’t see straight,
If I make it through the night then I’m gettin’ paid.
Lean induced coma, diamonds in my teeth,
All white mink, double cup on the seat.
Pour it, pour it, pour it ‘til I can’t feel fear,
If I wake up broke then I’m dead this year.
(It’s lit!)
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(Verse 2 – Kendrick-style scheming under ignorant flex)
I’m on sip ten, mind slow, hands steady,
Count so much blue my palms turn heavy.
Say she “clean” but she smell like sin,
I’m a bad habit you can’t not binge.
Ghetto rich boy, penthouse addict,
Life too loud for the shit that’s tragic.
Put the pain in a cup, let the ice numb me,
Pray I don’t flatline ‘cause the streets still love me.
Bad little thing in Chanel on my lap,
Said her man in the club — I said “cool, let’s nap.”
We don’t talk dreams, we just pour more purple,
Run through the night like the lean goin’ circle.
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(Pre-Chorus – Travis & Lil Pump ad-libs)
Two cups in my hand (woo!),
Three hoes in the van (skrrt!),
Four chains on my neck (ice!),
I can’t even stand (yah!).
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(Chorus – Repeat with more chaos)
Lean induced coma, I don’t wake up clean,
Whole damn life feelin’ like a codeine dream.
Pour it, pour it, pour it ‘til I can’t see straight,
If I make it through the night then I’m gettin’ paid.
Lean induced coma, diamonds in my teeth,
All white mink, double cup on the seat.
Pour it, pour it, pour it ‘til I can’t feel fear,
If I wake up broke then I’m dead this year.
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(Bridge – Half-time beat, woozy delivery)
Don’t close my eyes, I might not wake,
Don’t count my sins, just count my cake.
Don’t kill my high, just kill that light,
We might not see the morning right.
(Yeahhh… it’s lit.)
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(Final Chorus – loud, hyped, doubled up)
Lean induced coma, this my way,
Sip my life ‘til it fades away.
If I OD, bury me in mink,
Double cup carved on my grave in pink.
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