Moe Pope - Amy Winehouse download song

Lyrics

Word, Word up Yo, Toxic concuntioned in the meth lab, it bubbled up and it got inserted in his left cab
Eyes rolled back. first
Peddle to the metal I’mma ride the surface and uh Floatin in the episode of Highway to Heaven
Photogenic but the flash can’t catch em, Blurr
Got red eye, Which got luke sweatin in the force of Jedi
«Im your father, Your truth» Madde 3000 with jukes
And I’mma bout to call the doctor for more juice
Pushin it, Lovin it, Crank
Eyes like knives, Moe of a shanks
Spittin on the mic but its feelin like a tank
Pope nigga. for the love of Betty Banks
Incinerated in a beat, shows no thanks
So im thinking about just throwing myself out the window, cry «why bother son»
If you’re looking for the goods I can show you some
Glock it, aim it, suck it, pop it yo Pause it for a second im high and off topic
Frozen and chosen run blows in open, Check for the beautiful quotes and die
Its just another life you can drift on by, by by by (repeatedly)
Yo, Goodnight my friends, this is how my story ends, so don’t even pray for em Too long to drift an outfitter between the bliss
Goodnight (lights) x9
I guess im not high enough yet, my eyes still level with the glow of the sunset
If I say peace to the mic check, bombs a hustler ain’t a hustler if it less
than an ounce killa
Face melted neck killas bumps
Over the edge and about to jump
And I ain’t going to rehab see me in the doctor about the way I get crunk fucka
I’m a blunt gettin smoked and my lady’s a huffa
Brother had it with the wars murders and the whores
And I’m lookin for a way I dont have to suffer
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight my friends, this is how my story ends, so don’t even pray for em Too long to drift an outfitter between the bliss
Goodnight (lights) x9