Lyrics

🎧 My Old Ways 🎧
Written by - Kur$ed

(Intro)
Personality pair off till my skin frays,
Been sober for ten days,
But feel like going back to my old ways,

My old ways...

(Verse 1)
I drop the top,
I smoke pot,
On the block,
Yo bitch on my cock,
Shootin up the block,
With my glock,

These other ballers they can't top,
My lines are so hot,
Like bitches in tube tops,
In tube socks,
Yeah I do rock,

The mic tonight it feels right you can't fight,
My might but it's winter so I miss the sunlight,
It's too chilly gettin fifties fuckin kitties suckin titties,
Got a stiffy from a silly bitch named lilly,

But this windy city seems sorta shitty,

I'm going back to my old ways,

My old ways,

I’m good at chemistry so I get high off the now and the laters,
Share ‘em with all my friends and fuck all the haters,
I dropped a bomb check out the crater,
I am like Darth fuckin vadar,

I slaughter beats, i murder lines, and kill every single time,
You fuckers can’t hang, when I come through with dope rhymes,

With dope rhymes...

(Chorus)
This is my brain on drugs...
These are the drugs on my brain...
I stab the shit out of you...
After I just fucked her insane...

That sex pistol got a chest to spray,
You think I was born yesterday?

I’m on heroin, adderall, speed, and dank weed,
And I snort cocaine until my fuckin’ nose bleeds,
And just lookin’ at a bitch’ll make ‘em drop to their knees,
Your girl can call her friends and we'll be bangin' on in three's,

Personality pair off till my skin frays,
Been sober for ten days,
But I feel like going back to my old ways,

My old ways...

Yeah, my old ways...

(Verse 2)
I pop pills to wake up,
Pop pills to stay asleep,
Pop pills to dull the mind,
Make the people sheep,

The tea party faggots all graspin’ they bullets,
Hidin’ in their trailers with their 1990’s mullets,
People live and die and no one gives a shit,
Wake up or you’re doomed to be part of it,

And I ain't fucked up now bluffin' the basics,
I can be ya dominatrix,
Or from that kid huffin off the matrix,
I let my brain cells fight it out and throw the lighter out,
You ain't even got hands to hold the stuff you write about,

LSD, THC, PCP, the only three I need left is your girl blowing on this D,
You know you can't stand me when im manic,
The point of view's still tragic,
Chemical organic, it's like magic,
Leaf is clouding,
I just brought a beat, dropped 3 thousand,

I'm going back to my old ways,

(Chorus)
This is my brain on drugs...
These are the drugs on my brain...
I stab the shit out of you...
After I fucked her insane...

That sex pistol got a chest to spray,
You think I was born yesterday?

I’m on heroin, adderall, speed, and dank weed,
And I snort cocaine until my fuckin’ nose bleeds,
And just lookin’ at a bitch’ll make ‘em drop to their knees,
Your girl can call her friends and we'll be bangin' on in three's,

Pair off till my skin frays,
Been sober for ten days,
But i feel like going back to my old ways...