Every time I drink, I pour a little out for Lil Peep. I cruise through the streets, Skateboard underneath my feet And I wonder what my life Would be like If I had never decided to get high. (It's not the first time this week) And then I wonder why Do I even wonder why? It's not like I could have Resisted if I tried. My mind just insists To get high. These lines Look so tempting In the light of the night, Fishscales reflecting Underneath The pale moonlight. Every time I drink, I pour a little more out for Lil Peep. RIP to a G. Sometimes I just sit and listen To his beats. I guess instrumentals were just Medical to my mental mind. I miss the more simple times. Writing lyrics in triplet rhymes, Getting high back when "Getting high" only meant Lighting up another blunt. Won't try to front; Too many bumps, And now I'm slumped. Every time I drink, I pour some more out for Lil Peep. And sometimes, I swear I can see A slight silhouette Of my dead homies Still skating with me As I roll through the streets. God only knows how much I wish they were still Here. Drifting into bliss As I can somewhat hear The passing winds Whisper into my ears, That all things Must someday come to pass. I guess that's why I pass the blunt That I just laced with wax So I can cherish these times Filled with laughs, In hopes they will last As I try my best not to Let life pass me by Too fast.
Too high to sleep Too throwed to eat Swisher Sweet rolled up sumo Who knows if I'll make it To see past 27 Let alone this week Couldn't leave that white girl Alone this week So I'm too high to sleep Too throwed to eat Still bumpin Lil Peep Like it's the beginning of 2017 And I'm on Troy Ave Ya boy has too much acid in him Pass the blunt then pass the poison Pass the venom Let me drown out my thoughts Give me vices over advice, it's That lilheathen fiend Cup full of Sprite spiked with codeine It takes the edge off the trip Jump off the ledge, then I'll drift Into an ocean of that purple potion A notion to kick the habit Before I kick the bucket **** it, sip more lean Pop more beans Til I"m gone off them jiggas Go figure This sinister literature Dispensed by yours truly Always came from the truth, see Doobies rolled up and they're laced With that wax Now it's gon' smoke for some hours That's facts Load up the dab rig as I Pop another hit of that cid Which makes three today So I couldn't smoke enough **** today But he's to stay That lilheathen minion givin **** To these so-called prophets They just want to profit Off our conscience And I ain't got one I been ****** since they been thrown Fire and brimstone Coughing off it often Til' they lay me in that coffin I've been here for too long Not long enough Nirvana isn't too far It's far enough I see it coming round the corner Either that Or it's just the coroner I couldn't really tell Within this distorted corridor
I speak hood art That street poetry When you hear that bass Knocking down your street You know it’s me That lilheathen Creeping straight outta **** Just to bask up in the smell Of the **** Need that Acapulco Gold Fruit for the soul Blue dream got me froze Stuck in a maze through my mind Stuck in a place I can’t find Lighters in the skies Look like Fire flies in the night Higher I climb To the Light Smoked a bowl full of Dimitri Just to enlighten my eye
Acid got the sky painted tie dye I’m that Heathen Pass the blunt, why lie? I been chiefing Bumpin $uicideboy$ Got me feelin like it’s Do or die, boy I’m leaving these verses All in hearses Ridin spinners on the hearse It’s that psychedelic fiend Sentenced to **** for a dream ****** if I do, ****** If this life just ain’t what it seems Is this DMT or just a dream? And why is it more real When I sleep? Merrily creep through the streets I seep through the cracks Smoking **** in the back Of the black Cadillac With a new beat bumpin I just made on the MacBook I’m a diamond in the dirt And they all just some weeds Shook off the cops Now I’m lighting the trees Got a lot, so The clouds will thicken the plot Yes, indeed As I roll through an Old part of town Of the Southeast In an old school drop With new sounds And a whole car full of pounds Of that stink Pound back another beer Til I can’t think Then tell all them cowards come Near so they can hear the rifle Blast back, too Hatchback coupe Full of Afghan Gu That Hindu Kush Be the greenest of bushes It’s on fire with the acid I’m pushing That gas on a couple of tabs I think I’m pushing it
Lines chopped and cup ******* I like my beats chopped and ******* Misconstrued with contraband Tryin to concentrate, I think I Need to stand up Dazed and confused Off haze and the juice Somebody please reprimand all my Detrimental plans to dive off of the edge of the land Can't understand the path at hand The man that stands in the mirror Forgot how to stand Pour up a four and then chunk up the deuce Doubling up, double my cup Always rolling another one up I'm smoking for two Chainsmoking In no mood Rude boy rolling moon rock Watch the wax ooze as I look to the *** Dreco's and doobies Who's he That Lil Heathen fiend Lurking and creeping for more cups of codeine I got a 100 on a pint Throwed at night Shades on so I don't have to see a thing in sight 100 blunts and now I'm finally high The acid paints the sky tie dye As I drift into fading light with More **** to light