White Sands Lyrics – Sick Jacken
Singer: Sick Jacken
Title: White Sands
I ain’t really sleeping at night man
I don’t know why i like to think i’m alright and i ain’t on the white sand no
I ain’t on the go with the blow or controlled by the pipe’s glare
This is an irregular insomnia i’m beyond toss and turn
Something ain’t right and that something is what got me up
Brain activated and i ain’t even faded so it’s gotta be somethin’ that i’m blocking out
You know that the gut don’t lie, it will get you through a do or die
If you push it aside it will have another try
It will be a lullaby won’t let you shut an eye though
Been through it got through it that’s how i know
White rhino opposite effect of the white sand and it ain’t even albino
Usually i approach this like a wino
Popped a pill or two but i’m cool with synthetic highs though
Sometimes i feel like i’m living in a loop
The bubble in my head got me guzzling the boot
Got my tolerance through the roof kill a fifth or two
If you think that a drink’s gonna help with anything, sounds crazy
But i’m a psycho baby, might be bad for the liver, two f#cks i don’t give em
Is it stupid? (yeah!)
Man, you don’t know how i be living
Mind your business
Always knew i had to get it de cualquier manera
Now i don’t ride buseta whip the foreign like a bicicleta
Fumando veneno on the balcony con unas huevas
Todo el mundo en pastillas en la discoteca
White gold cuban jeweler had to tax me
My lung gassy my b#tch waxing me on a pulaski
He’s sick with a sixteen like roman polanski
My pops was f#cking with the candy i was watching john candy
Ah man he got some havarti and f#cked the party up
Guaro in my cup, b#tch from guarne sniffing molly up
Arrogant, chip on my shoulder ain’t made for cookie dough
Benjamins get sent to em frequently, better book me hoe
I cooked it slow made a guisado, culi cagado de mi lado
My og’s used to rock movados, pero estaban robados
Yo endrogado hitting gelato in my condo
Ya b#tch on all cuatro y se lo meto en su rabo
Descarado turn montega into some chavo soy un mago
Lames tryna soak up my caldo pull out the palo
If you think that some smoke gonna help or we going broke y’all crazy
We going psycho baby
Might be bad for the image two f#cks wasn’t
Given is you stupid
You don’t know how i be living mind ya business
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