Drugs & Money - Chase Atlantic

I think I’m God and some other shit, yeah

You know how I get when I’m in my head, yeah

Pink shadows in the basement, whoa

What’s that pink shadow in the base-

Mama, I’m sorry, reality’s boring

I cut it up, wash it all down with a forty

I probably won’t snort it

My head is discarded

I try to ignore it, I try to ignore it

I’m searching for a drag, girl, you know the story

Girl, you know the story

Drugs and fucking money

I can hear the birds sing

Drugs and fucking money

Fucking up this whole thing

Drugs and fucking money

Only thing that I need

Drugs and fucking money, yeah

Yeah, drugs and fucking money

I can hear the birds sing

Drugs and fucking money

Fucking up this whole thing

Drugs and fucking money

Only thing that I need

Drugs and fucking money, yeah

Drugs and fuck-

Gold plated chain in my pocket

I could make it rain if I wanted to

She said, «You got drugs 'cause I want 'em», hell no

I told you that I ain’t, got to stop it

Mama, I’m sorry, reality’s boring

I cut it up, wash it all down with a forty

I probably won’t snort it

My head is discarded

I try to ignore it, I try to ignore it

I’m searching for a drag, girl, you know the story

Girl, you know the story

Drugs and fucking money

I can hear the birds sing

Drugs and fucking money

Fucking up this whole thing

Drugs and fucking money

Only thing that I need

Drugs and fucking money

Yeah, drugs and fucking money

I can hear the birds sing

Drugs and fucking money

Fucking up this whole thing

Drugs and fucking money

Only thing that I need

Drugs and fucking money, yeah

Drugs and fucking

Damn, I love it

Maybe I should drop it, pick a different subject

Maybe it’s deliberate if it’s lacking substance

Baby, you still listen so I know you love it

I know you love it

Oh, I guess I could say some nice things

Or write about how good my life’s been

I’m sure your parents wouldn’t like me

These circumstances can be frightening

Guess I managed all your time, please

Balance addiction on a tight string

Money and drugs are all I think about

So I’ma drop this song and let the birds sing

Damn, I love it

Maybe I should drop it, pick a different subject

Maybe it’s deliberate if it’s lacking substance

Baby, you still listen so I know you love it

I know you love it