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Uh… yeah…

Codeine rain…

Moonshine drippin’ in my veins…

Moonshine in my cup, pills on the dash,

Lean got me slow but my pain still fast,

Clouds in my chest, I don’t know if I’ll last,

High as the stars but I’m stuck in the past.

Couple xans in the bottle with the whiskey pour,

Got a tab on my tongue, tryna open the door,

Smokin’ backwoods by the riverside,

Every puff take me deeper where the shadows hide.

Cough syrup dreams in a styrofoam kiss,

Heart full of drugs, don’t feel like bliss,

Liquor store run just to numb my brain,

But the pain come back like a midnight train.

I been drownin’ in this Henny, can you save me? (no, no)

Muddy water in my system drive me crazy (woah, woah)

Pop another just to sleep, I’m never lazy,

But the morning hit me harder, vision hazy.

Moonshine in my cup, pills on the dash,

Lean got me slow but my pain still fast,

Clouds in my chest, I don’t know if I’ll last,

High as the stars but I’m stuck in the past.

Yeah, double shot bourbon, let it bleed in my veins,

Add a Perc to the smoke, I don’t feel no shame,

Liquor stains on my boots, heartbreak on my jacket,

If death in the bar, then I might just tap it.

Trappin’ in my mind with a bottle and a stick,

Country road blues with a city boy fix,

All these drugs just a band-aid lie,

For a soul that been hurt since the day she said goodbye.

Cups on cups, I can’t feel my face,

Lines on the table, take me out this place,

High as the moon, I don’t wanna come down,

Only peace that I get when the bottle go ‘round.

Moonshine in my cup, pills on the dash,

Lean got me slow but my pain still fast,

Clouds in my chest, I don’t know if I’ll last,

High as the stars but I’m stuck in the past.

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Ayy…

I was leanin’ off the bottle, vision blurry when I slide,

Heavy metal on my lap, that’s the only thing I trust to ride,

Popped a pill, heart cold, now I’m dead in the eyes,

Every sip that I take make the pain come alive.

Couple homies OD’d, I ain’t learn from they fate,

Still pour another four when the night get late,

Still roll another wood just to balance the hate,

I can’t sleep, I hear voices by the side of the gate.

Lil’ bro call, say he strapped, tryna get to the bread,

Told him chill, but he movin’ like the reaper ahead,

I’m just sittin’ at the table with the liquor instead,

Countin’ bottles, countin’ bullets, countin’ tears I bled.

Shawty left last month, took her love out the crib,

Left her keys on the counter, said she tired how I live,

So I drink ‘til I’m numb, I can’t forgive,

Pop a tab, pour a shot, that’s the way that it is.

If I slide, I might crash, got the Henny in my vein,

Got the smoke in my lungs, tryna cover up the pain,

Got the pistol by my side when I’m swervin’ through the rain