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letra de dr house on the couch - manic tl & russell cooper

[hook: manic tl]
woh
thats the type of life i’d k!ll for
shorty just the type that got me crushin’ up the pills for her
faded off the liquor while she rollin up the bills though
i can’t tell if she feels me or just thinks i’ll save a mil for her
woh
thats the type of life i’d k!ll for
shorty just the type that got me crushin’ up the pills for her
faded off the liquor while she rollin up the bills though
i can’t tell if she feels me or just thinks i’ll save a mil for her
woh

[verse i: manic tl]
f-ck the nation i’m on vacation inside of my mind
my brains fried
me and shorty we be off in the sky
we livin’ right

and we never comin’ down
we’re bound to wild out
i can’t even see the ground
lungs foul
brain rotten

from smokin’ and oxycontin
we broke but theres always at least a bill to roll in the wallet
she always got it breakin’ down and poppin’ that bottle

until we wired
we stop drop e and we roll, we’re on fire
higher and higher till i expire
i’m livin’ in a delirium i’m clearly numb and fine with the feelin’

can’t even see
but i think this b-tch my reason to be
but thats the drugs talkin’ i’m takin’ rcs while i speed
i feel like trippy steve wildin’ with a sleeve in my jeans
roll with team of my fiends
always eagarly skiied
i need ya to breath
ya’ll don’t want no beef with my gs
i’ll put a piece to your t–th over a ‘teenth of a key
please leave

[verse ii: joey flats]
we wild out ‘soon as we step in the function
my mind drowns down in the sound of percussions, yeah
i’m high now floatin’ through the clouds of the substance
im’a watch a couple double gs dissolve in a sunkisk
woh

my minds gone, homie, i move like a zombie
im’a pull up to the party with a bottle of oxys
im’a prolly gonna need an emt to come shock me
i be pill poppin’ ain’t n0body can stop me

now i’m rockin’ i’m noddin’ off
double cup of the sauce
see me leanin’ at the source
prolly look like i’m lost

d-mn, i be inside of a wonderland
im ’bout to chew up a hundred tabs
i want my money in rubber bands
im tryin’ to f-ck up a hundred grand

hittin’ a l!ck and i’m doin’ the runnin’ man
f-ck it i’m sick like i’m really the son of sam
i’ll take your sis’ and your b-tch with the otherhand
i brought me some powder to sniff, need another gram

i’m at the top of my game
all of these players the same
stay in your place little b-tch know your lane
every time that i step on the stage they be screamin’ my name

notice i’m flowin’ like joey insane
i just be sick in the brain off a stick and a 50 of cane
yeah, my mind deranged
i just be guzzlin’ the bottle tryna’ shake the cage
yup, yup, yup, i’m a sick pup
finna hit her whole clique when the b-tch done
and put a clip in your gut if you’re gonna play with my bucks
and then it’s back to the bas-m-nt i’m facin’ a blunt

[bridge: manic tl]
ain’t n0body here they know that i would tell em to bounce
just me and shorty in the box we never airin’ it out

dizzy off on ounce, she done pulled a bag from her blouse
and then put a a pill in my mouth, i’m dr house on the couch
(like)

- manic tl russell cooper

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