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letra de pick-me-up - brian abell

[hook] (x2)
pill after pill
blunt after blunt
i’m tryina k!ll the pain i can’t k!ll by getting drunk
but i don’t give a f-ck
please, just fill my cup
i’m laid out by depression so i need a pick-me-up

[verse one]
pop a couple xans
folded like my hand
i heard you need some gas
i got it, i’m your mans
you don’t like the price?
well, that’s supply and demand
my weed so lovely
i could start an onlyfans
only got brothers
like, n-gga, f-ck a friend
woman like my granny
so you know i can depend
and failure after failure
lord, why am i condemned?
history repeats so
learn your lessons when it ends
i burnt a couple bridges
that i’m not tryina mend
peoplе say they blood
but them n-ggas not my kin
you ran up off your plug
now, n-gga, that’s a sin
come up off of robbin’
that’s rеally not a win
[hook] (x1)
pill after pill
blunt after blunt
i’m tryina k!ll the pain i can’t k!ll by getting drunk
but i don’t give a f-ck
please, just fill my cup
i’m laid out by depression so i need a pick-me-up

[verse two]
medically elevated
feelin’ like a monk
i’m poppin’ all these pills
got a brother feelin’ slumped
thick built b-tch so
you know she got a rump
and if you not a racist
say “f-ck donald trump!”
i’m fast like lightning
finna win the piston cup
you n-ggas are some losers
like, you really are a chump
weed so loud had to
call that sh-t some skunk
you smokin’ on the reggie
can you turn the loudness up?
roll a half-ounce cone
they called it overstuffed
i’m tryina k!ll the pain
but the sh-t is gettin’ tough
i’m tryina get ahead
in a system that’s corrupt
had to turn to these streets
and these streets is h-lla rough
[hook] (x1)
pill after pill
blunt after blunt
i’m tryina k!ll the pain i can’t k!ll by getting drunk
but i don’t give a f-ck
please, just fill my cup
i’m laid out by depression so i need a pick-me-up

[verse three]
young pablo in this b-tch
like a king up in his throne
i’m a money hungry n-gga
and i did it all alone
shop open ’cause you know
i’m posted at my home
from a zip to a cutie
now you know just what i’m on
pounds!
i’m the plug up in the town
& what you smokin’ on is what a n-gga found
so much liquor that i just might drown
call my ass a king ’cause i’m sippin’ on that crown
f-ck drinkin’ clear, n-gga, sip up on some brown
i’ll call your ass a jester ’cause you built like a clown
when he lost the pack it was treasure when it’s found
i pitched a perfect game, now i’m steppin’ off the mound
[hook] (x1)
pill after pill
blunt after blunt
i’m tryina k!ll the pain i can’t k!ll by getting drunk
but i don’t give a f-ck
please, just fill my cup
i’m laid out by depression so i need a pick-me-up

[outro]
pill after pill
blunt after blunt
i’m tryina k!ll the pain
i’m tryina get drunk
i really don’t…
i really don’t give a f-ck
n-gga, where is the liquor?
i need to fill my cup
i’m laid out by depression
i need a pick-me-up
i’m laid out by depression so
i need to roll a blunt
i need to get drunk
where them xannies?
i need to get slumped

- brian abell

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