DopeRock – Cheap (produced by; Darien Graye) Lyrics
[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.
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.
