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letra de fiends - chaos

[chorus: chaos]
someone call a shrink so we can find out where his head is
uppies, downies, brownies, powder, alchies, psychedelics
herbal got the medics, jumping hurdles for the medic
fiendin! fiendin! fiendin!
had them dreaming for an essence
the plug
where is the plug
fiendin! fiendin! fiendin
junkies screaming can they get it
where is the plug
where is the plug, where is
fiendin! fiendin! fiendin!
yah yah fiendin!

in the party slowly losing conscious to the vodka
leanin probably got em walking awkward off the water
me and molly probably made me heartless when i got her
she was poppin now we barely talking i don’t want her
insomnia got me awake and with
all of this juana i’m probably baked again
sorry got shawties who whip when they’re baking it
freebasing stones in the kitchen and basement
hotbox a whip, then we whip to the swats
let them make all their flips then we get to the spot
when time get like this wish i listened to mom
but when life is like this you can’t live for tomorrow
equipped with a glock, a fifth and a rock
and my homies will kick till we get to the top
and my only regret was i didn’t regret
now it’s no brakes for anything isn’t a stop
i been with the ish had a clique and a squad
and then we got hits i just get them from quad
kool-id tippin, he sends ticking bombs
and i write this like isis i’m k!lling em all
i ran with a series of k!llers and thugs
i rock with the n-gg-s who dealed em the drugs
serious business i been getting shrugged
i went from a kid who was in for the love
to a mogul its castro no ceilings above
i went from the didn’ts to get it done, i
went from a business not getting no love
now i’m hit up for business, this n-gg-s the plug (pack boy)

[verse 2: chaos]
a conscious artist with no conscience feeling bonkers
never conscious i lost all of my concepts to insomnia
never consent i lost all my options to the juana
never constant i been on the i’ll do what i wanna
concerts turn to movies and
my problems being studious
have led me to my concierge
who locked me in the room i’m in
this locksmith with the toolie in
a box for every mood he’s in
atlannunaki, not to far from
a martian with a screw missin
who is this, you should know
the crew is sick, influence those
my choice of words no words at all
just crucifix my newest flow
put the juice in it with 2 to blow and tell me if i lose control
homie got the shrooms to go
but i probably won’t do em though
tweaking and sneaking and geeking like peewee
we spendin it like we don’t need it
speaking in tongues with this demon
like that lsd really got him defeated
weed didn’t do this to me
but the dab had him fiendin for no freakin reason
fiending for checks, till i see em
the plug wanna eat then he’ll tell me where he is

[outro]

- chaos

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