Indica – Chemistry Lyrics

Bitches from my past tryna fuck it all up
Smokin from the glass cause I’m fucking torn up
I’m drunk on the side of the road I’m a bored cunt
Pull up if you really be thinking you’re so tough
Lately everybody be sayin fuck Shadyn
I don’t give a fuck about all of these cunts hatin
Syrup from the chemist I love it I get faded
Drugs killing me I ain’t even be worth savin

Racking from the shops, yeah I got a plan
Sell it all for money gonna have a stack in hand
Give a man a stack he gives a bottle of the xans
I’ve already give up, yeah I know I ain’t a man
Yeah, I know that you’re a bitch, yeah I know you ain’t a fan
I been on the road and I been sleepin on the land
Got nowhere to go and I been feinin for a bag
I’m gonna leave my life behind and then I’m gonna start again

Yeah, I got nothin left, so why should I stay when everybody want me dead
Pull up on a cunt they out here shitting in their pants
Everybody is a pussy cunt they talk shit over text
If you wanna have a go, you can always find me prolly creepin on your road
Half the time I’m usually just charging up my phone
If you wanna have a scrap just hit me up and let me know cunt

Bitches from my past tryna fuck it all up
Smokin from the glass cause I’m fucking torn up
I’m drunk on the side of the road I’m a bored cunt
Pull up if you really be thinking you’re so tough
Lately everybody be sayin fuck Shadyn
I don’t give a fuck about all of these cunts hatin
Syrup from the chemist I love it I get faded
Drugs killing me I ain’t even be worth savin

I ain’t even worth savin, I ain’t even worth hatin
Livin on my own, livin patient, sitting up and crying alone at the station
Thinking up all of the ways I could make bank and
You ain’t go no clue about the demons I been facin
You ain’t gotta do what I want, I’m just sayin
We can do whatever you want, I ain’t playin
Yeah you know I ain’t playin
Sellin shit for half the price, ain’t complainin
All the things I wanna buy I just take and
Everytime I think about dying I get baked man
Yeah, you bet I’m getting baked man
I ain’t got no room for fake friends
Sleeping on the roof and it’s so cold it make me shake man
Sleeping in a random car that I found cause it’s raining

Bitches from my past tryna fuck it all up
Smokin from the glass cause I’m fucking torn up
I’m drunk on the side of the road I’m a bored cunt
Pull up if you really be thinking you’re so tough
Lately everybody be sayin fuck Shadyn
I don’t give a fuck about all of these cunts hatin
Syrup from the chemist I love it I get faded
Drugs killing me I ain’t even be worth savin