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letra de antid0t3 - porchy

[intro]
why you gotta be so judgmental ‘n sh-t? i’m just here to party, man. f-cking b-tch

[verse 1: porchy]
molly off the plate
she was with her friends, but then told them to go away
i rolled a blunt and toked the hit, and brought her on a wave
what kind of man would i be if i let her watch me fade without a taste? (ay)
better join the party, better know just how we make waves
then she started lecturing me, telling me i need help
i called her a hypocrite and told her she’s the same way
(the same way)
she told me i’m a junky, told that b-tch i don’t care
i’m a junky making money, i know life isn’t fair
if it’s ugly how you make it, why you sniffing in here?
why you sat on that chair? why you giving me stares?
who are you running from? and why are you running to me?
you want to save this? save yourself! you ain’t the savior of me!
i smoke and savor the beat
i sniff and then i repeat
i see you’re chasing your dreams
but there ain’t nothing to see like woh
(praise the lord)

[refrain: british rich]
just ride the wave, yeah-yeah!
don’t f-ck my brain, yeah!
(don’t you wanna get high with me?)
(don’t you come and get high with me?)
just ride the wave, yeah-yeah!
don’t f-ck my brain, yeah!
i don’t wanna hear your ways!
(don’t you want to get high with me?)
(won’t you come and get high with—)

[verse 2: british rich]
wild night with some wild things (yea)
can’t read between the lines cause there’s too many (woo)
she didn’t read the vibe, she couldn’t see the light (she couldn’t see it)
in the room couldn’t focus through her bloodshot eyes
she wanna k!ll my buzz like i’m a fly
i wanna look alive
her friends giving me hugs, she starts rolling her eyes
like she wanna despise
but we ain’t got no ties
i told her get a life
or tell me what you like
you could stumper on these lines
you like pills, we got vibes
we got something for your mind
right now we got shrooms and it’s feeling like it’s sci-fi (yea)
having you seeing colors like it’s tie dye
you don’t wanna be around us then it’s bye-bye!
life ain’t fair when reality can hit you like a drive by! (boom)
throw some rocks in syrup in a bottle
going full throttle until you (arhh)

[hook: british rich]
molly, blow, licor, hoes, smoke
that’s our antidote, yo
that’s our antidote, yo
that’s our antidote
molly, blow, licor, hoes, smoke
that’s our antidote, yo
that’s our antidote, yo
that’s our antidote
molly, blow, licor, hoes, smoke
that’s our antidote, yo
that’s our antidote, yo
that’s our antidote
molly, blow, licor, hoes, smoke
that’s our antidote, yo
that’s our antidote, yo
that’s our antidote

[outro]
-claude money-

- porchy

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