DopeRock – Cheap (produced by; Darien Graye) Lyrics

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[Verse One]

Okay, i'm gonna fuckin' start this slow, and that's usually not my style
And i'm afraid i'll never grow, and i'll always be a child
And the vodka made me throw up right there on the fuckin' tile
And i'm not sure if i'll show up to my senetence or my trial
Collect calls on that fuckin' phone, don't know who i'd fuckin' dial
And now there's no one to come home to so i don't know why i'd smile
And there's a reason i'm fuckin' stuck here all alone
Because i'm still posted up, drunk as fuck, smokin' up, what the fuck
And i've been stuck here for a while

[Verse Two]

And if we weren't so fuckin' wasted maybe a year ago we would've fuckin' made it
We all drowned out what was wrong but then we had to fuckin' face it
And if it didn't change my life I would go back and erase it
So close to fuckin' gettin it, it was on my tongue yes I could fuckin' taste it
No. That was just the drinks and the fact that we were fuckin' ageless
Sick fuckin' degenerates you won't find a replacement
We all lost our minds in that weekend and that basement

[Verse Three]

My beats, my rhymes, my life, my teeth
None of that shit comes out discreet
Fuck with me, you fuck with the beast
Fuck with her, she fuckin' leaves
Trouble keepin' balance
How do I fuckin' keep this talent?
There really is no other outlet
When every night I drink a gallon
Lost in court there's no contestant
Pop the cork, let's ingest this
Every day i'm less impressive
Every day I wonder when this...
Is over, moreover
I can't tell if i'm fucked up or i'm sober
Paintbrushes in my fuckin' holster
While she texts me for some closure
And these texts I haven't read
Fingertips? They're stained with lead
And I type everything that's in my head
But i'm too fuckin' scared to go press send
So it never fuckin ends
But we're some sick fuckin degenerates
And i'm on my ascension bitch
Tell so many lies, don't know what my fuckin' confession is
There's a ghost in my machine, so I let him come possess my lips
Nightmares all the time of the when and why they came and arrested him
DopeRock please remember him
ONe day we'll be dead and gone and nobody will remember this

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