Birth Of Vices
Dig in us like a splinter
Talking to these spirits
Fill the wound fulla liquor
guts of ma swisher
Used to dry up ma river
This is Dopefloe
The ash is past am I past my past
What's really my last dastardly dash
To finesse me some cash who knows
Life's a movie keep the film real
Live in the moment. You'll live in that moment. No room for improving and growing.
Slow poking in slowmotion go numb.
Gone dumb yet? Ever write that song yet
Money on low can't test how them pockets fit
Nothing but loose change and pocket lint
Kids.
Make mountains out of molehills
Social media made easier/Too many Indians not enough chiefs teachin us
Dig in us like a splinter
Talking to these spirits
Fill the wound fulla liquor
guts of ma swisher
Used to dry up ma river
This is dopefloe
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