Lyrics Triple One – Libertine.
Text:
I ain’t been saving up, I ain’t been taking drugs
I ain’t been making love, I ain’t been anything
Again, anything
Anything that you could say to make me stop
Probably get caught in the shot
Probably get caught in the view of the backdrop
Shooting 8 balls never had a date for
Or the time for, what are 7 lines for
Water with the eyeball, shut it mother fucker
She a eye sore I saw first, you
You save yourself, I’m gonna save my time, (save my)
I’m gonna save my time
I ain’t gonna stand in a line
Waiting for the day that they take my life
Rather save my time
I’m gonna save my time, gonna save my…
I got problems, thinking you could solve them
I got liquor on my breath I got my savings on some dockets
Fucking problems, lousy fucking problems
But thinking you could solve them might be thinking optimistic
I got problems, thinking you could solve them
I got liquor on my breath I got my savings on some dockets
Fucking problems, lousy fucking problems
But thinking you could solve them might be thinking optimistic
It’s cold inside I feel that heater burning
I feel I needa turning
Safe zones and a Cane toad
Lick a little frog, get brain bruh
And if it feel good, blow a fat load
Name yo, what’s ya name yo
I ain’t heard about ya
I ain’t ever heard about ya, (nah)
I ain’t ever heard yeh
I ain’t ever heard –
So fuck off, Yeh fuck off
Fuck a dumb bitch, fuck a rich jock
Fuck a racist, fuck a pit stop
Fuck a settle down, fuck a shit job
And if I get kids when they grow up, will
Will they like their dad
Hopefully never be like their dad
Belly full if brew, but it ironclad
Slowly dying I am that
(slowly dying I am that)
Slowly dying I am that
Got beer on my mind, I ain’t lying man
Had a sneak line, ain’t lying man
That’s me honest but I’m trying man
You a dressed up cunt, you a liar man
(Slowly dying I am that)
You a dressed up cunt, you a liar man
Try and settle down why you crying man?
That’s me honest but I’m trying man
You a dressed up cunt, you a liar man
(Slowly dying I am that)
I got problems, thinking you could solve them
I got liquor on my breath I got my savings on some dockets
Fucking problems, lousy fucking problems
But thinking you could solve them might be thinking optimistic
I take my hat off to the women working half to death
I take my hat off for no man less he’s asking it
Even then if I don’t like it, he don’t get my drift
Heaven scented she a 7 like a holy bitch, god
Holy shit, no need for that holiness
Never thought my word was gonna hold in this
Even if I said it with my hand on it
You’d probably cut me down, not the man for it
Pretty cut throat now, got a can of it
Its been so dam long, I’m not standing it
I got a bullet in the back with some cannabis
I don’t smoke the shit, but still hold the tip
Of the very life I’ve been living like I’m over it
Like the lines I’ve been given, not a joke in it
Coke a clip, Fucking end it with broken lid
Get my minds all open have poke in it
Straight line what you seeing is a broken kid..
Seen beam of light and I’m hoping its
A drunk drive and I die when hit
So suicide looking just like an accident
And I die like piece of shit
