Luyện nghe bài hát Overdose

And I'm a leave on one note
One motherfuckin note
like this... Look at him

I ain't been here in a
Cut the lights off I feel right now baby...
Yeah... Look...
I said I used to cut the porch lights on and now I cut the porches lights on just to let them know their foresights
Where this rapper going with that obscure ice on he a lame I'm just tryna get my life on
O D.
O. D. Everybody know me, fans that resemble them kids in the O.C.
Oh me Oh my them girls love me like Cohen,
So get a grip get a pour the X. O. in
I did want one these to say that I'm not the same
a road cause where you drivin is not a lane
And rest in peace to C life is not a game,
Taking over the world no just a lotta Brain
He bout to send them the that I'm on (Yeah)
You prolly have predicted I'm on (Yeah)
My sense of is a officially gone
Up into the air all the smoke from the is blown
Ahh... I'm grown I'm grown I'm living in this elevator alone
I'm up so high I'm never coming down and you say you got them hoes but they never round
I got pent walls I stay high above your ass
And I can see it all, my is glass
And wifey's (Bitches)
But over (Her)
Cause under (Nothin)
My life is a (Blur)
That's not the way it has to go jus what I prefer
And do not with me it's best you jus concur
I'm a legend a legacy that can't help but survive
Even when I fuckin die they gonna me Alive...

And I'm so
I brought my niggas from the hood to the
I'm living good gripping wood all the features
my money straight no creases
P P P this
We got bottles here
is in the air... we good (O. D. O.D.)
Bithces there... we good (O. D. O. D.)
on the floor we good

O.D. O.D everybody me

[Travis
Oh no Travie high on again... (Wow)
Feel like I swallowed a bottle of Vicodin... (Dam)
So I wanna cry like tiny violins
In my mode the pesmote enjoy the silence... (Shh)
the violence, how when every blind is like the motherfuckin Watts riots pouring out my pen
Iight dam be I'm a get back
Gentleman a superlative use of syntax
And I done gave up the narcotics but I can't leave the crib some xanax in my water... (Nope)
my name is Travie and I'm a life-aholic
Told'em all these beats is like the to my Gromit... (Ha)
The alpha to my Bruce stripes on my candy cane
Worn without the other so for real without the candy
Super trooper a gun tote in candyman
Ask me how I'm livin bet I tell ya and dandy man
his vital signs they peeping off the meter man
I'm a live forever in Neverland Peter Pan
Fuck the nine out
I'm a pull a Amy
Sipping Purple Rain with Mary girls in my house... (My House)
Isaiah I'm a see ya I get there
Until then hold me down gravity it's Travie... Uno... Easy

And I'm so
I my niggas from the hood to the beaches
I'm living gripping wood with all the features
my money straight no creases
P P this
We got over here
Kush is in the air... we (O. D. O.D.)
over there... we good (O. D. O. D.)
Money on the we good

Mickey

O.D. O.D everybody me

[Mickey
Ha I'm bout to overdose on life somebody pass the weed
So if I comatose tonight you won't to ask for refer
If the that I seen through my Prada frames got me paid
Watch me mane I'm cocky slave with Rocky chain
I got I got my fames cluttered with bud
And name of it is Fame and it's all up in my blood
suppress the too fresh feeling I got... Oooo yes
I'm in it for the huge yes duplex living like I'm Hugh
Every other night I a blue net for group sex
Leaving with a bruise neck I yell whose next... (Next)
Stand'em in a line is new fax city take this crack between ya thighs... (Yeah)
(Mickey what you mean) I'm fuck the queen
Sniff the white horse of and then let him lean... (Let'em see)
Tryna match my high on life... (Then dream)
catch the spot on my flight
First class known of the aroma of the smoker
Got me a stoner, a zoner but nah it's never over... (Mickey what you mean)
I stick my tongue out sippin conceited of I'm teasing every bum out
Hung out with celebrities from every house
So when you me say that I was strung out... (Mickey what you mean)
I'm a addict for the green cash I'm a O.D. so flip going to

And I'm so
I brought my niggas from the to the beaches
I'm living good gripping with all the features
Jesus my straight no creases
P P this
We got bottles over
is in the air... we good (O. D. O.D.)
Bithces over there... we (O. D. O. D.)
Money on the we good

O.D. O.D everybody me