Flushing Scotch

Cough Syrup Coyote

by Flushing Scotch

on Music For Former MILFs

[Verse 1]
I got a king fuckin' cobra, Rocky Balboa
I throw a first round knockout punch and it's over
I overdose more times than the world's been to war
Four fuckin' times back through them hospital doors
I could have sworn I was born with a palette for charcoal
How often that my ass would show up, throw up
I lost control of, and so depression took ahold of
Told myself the same lie so many times I think I'm finally ...
Sold coke, went to jail for that
Stole a coat, and went to jail for that
It wasn't even cold, but in jail it's that
Poppin' pills, pussy, before they took me, booked me, put me in gen pop
30 days I had to wait to see my mom and ...
Pop their bubble now; their baby boy is a criminal
They must've been so proud, their baby boy is an original gangsta
An original, original gangsta
An original, original gangsta

[Interlude]
I didn't mean to hurt you
I'm sorry you had to pay for me
You should just fuckin' kill yourself
Don't say that
You don't even know who you are, or what you really stand for
Yes, I do
You are so talentless
Even your own family hates you
They don't
Please pick up
I just want to hear your voice
I'm still your little boy
I promise
I'm still here

[Bridge]
Flushing's on the phone again, sounds like he's cryin'
He probably took too many pills again, and thinks he's dying
That's fine; it's about time that he learned his lesson
Dressed in all black, pressin' pause on your fuckin' lifeline
Lifeline, lifeline, on your fuckin' lifeline
Lifeline, lifeline, on your fuckin' lifeline
I'm out for dead presidents
Fuck money, it's irrelevant
I smoke a cigarette, then smoke another fuckin' cigarette

[Verse 2]
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me
Oh my god, bitch
It's motherfuckin' Dr. Greenthumb
Bangin' on that steel drum
Drinkin' Listerine to keep my buzz before the beer ...
Run and tell that, bitch
Casper Squad
Excuse myself to find myself, define myself
Bitch, I remind myself I'm always right beside myself
Except I ain't accept what it is found inside myself
Despite my nihilistic delusions, I keep it motherfuckin' real
I keep it real, motherfucker; I keep it real
I keep it real, motherfucker; I keep it real

[Bridge]
So pass the marijuana, and the Pepsi Blue
(I keep it motherfuckin' real)
And pass that gin and tonic sittin' next to you
(Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you)
Mile high, got my red wings, bitch is on the rag
(I keep it motherfuckin' real)
Looks like I ate my fuckin' lunch up out a body bag
(Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you)

[Outro]
Casper Squad
Behold your new fuckin' role model
Flushing Scotch

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