Codeine Dreaming Lyrics

They like, oh my god, look at where I'm at

My old life dark as fuck now I ain't ever going back

Grippy in the sack I gotta keep this shit a stack

He not that trench material he turned into a pack

Feel like a neighborhood hero I ain't no Superman

I'm climbing to the top, they said that I got stupid plans

It's 3am with my demons I'm downing shooters damn

I ain't want no love but I don't think that that's in Cupid's plans

Wockhardt on my jeans, I been codeine dreaming

It ain't what it seems, under pressure they be leaving

Take a snake up out the grass for every goal I be achieving

Sticking with my brothers everybody else is scheming

I could make that body rock, something like Dwayne Johnson

And if they talk then we gon give 'em shots, like Johnson & Johnson

I'ma be honest, feel like Giannis, I need the bucks so I'ma fly out to Wisconsin

They know I'm shooting like Allen I'm toting the Tommy you might get turned to Klay by the Thompson I'm catching a body big 22 that's laid out beside me

I think they know I let it blow

I been the shit since Let You Go

Went with her new man to rolling loud and I should tell him be aware

And I should tell her go to the next one I'ma be right there

But I won't be in the crowd, I'ma be up on that stage and everyone gon hear my sound

Posted up back of the club, and we got our own section

I could tell shawty a dub, cause she ain't send a message

Sorry bae can't give my love, cuz it turns to aggression

I admit it bitch I'm toxic , tried to stop it I cant stop it

My ptsd , it's kickin in so let's get high tonight

Mike Amiris, Balmain sweater, I get fly alright

Walked in the function with the sticky who gonna die tonight?

Yeah who gonna die tonight?

They like, oh my god, look at where I'm at

My old life dark as fuck now I ain't ever going back

Grippy in the sack I gotta keep this shit a stack

He not that trench material he turned into a pack

Feel like a neighborhood hero I ain't no Superman

I'm climbing to the top, they said that I got stupid plans

It's 3am with my demons I'm downin shooters damn

I ain't want no love but I don't think that that's in Cupid's plans

Wockhardt on my jeans, I been codeine dreaming

It ain't what it seems, under pressure they be leaving

Take a snake up out the grass for every goal I be achieving

Sticking with my brothers everybody else is scheming

Sticking with my brothers everybody else is scheming