i'm in the alleyway and i'm bent
i'm high off of two blunts
and i'm sippin' on that cris'
i got tataracs on my back and a switchblade stay stuck to my hip
i'm in the alleyway and i'm bent
i'm high off of two blunts
and i'm sippin' on that cris'
i got tataracs on my back and a switchblade stay stuck to my hip
if you think that i won't flick it
when it comes down to it i'm a nice guy but in the nighttime
when the night falls i'm creepin'
i do it like every weekend
we get high 'til we almost die and do it again next evening
i'm just a skeleton in clothing
i'm just a crypt keeper that's flowing
that monster live in yo' closet
that drug money in yo' pocket
that devil up on yo' shoulder saying run up in the spot and pop it
i'm in the alleyway and i'm bent
i'm high off of two blunts
and i'm sippin' on that cris'
i got tataracs on my back and switchblade stay stuck to my hip
i'm in the alleyway and i'm bent
i'm high off of two blunts
and i'm sippin' on that cris'
i got tataracs on my back and switchblade stay stuck to my hip
hundred blunts to the face
hundred blunts to the neck
hundred blunts on my mind
hundred blunts to the face
hundred blunts to the neck
hundred blunts on my mind