BLOWIN DOWN

I'm blowin' down like a ceiling fan
I feel it man, coursin' all throughout my body
In love with the feelin' man
Run up then I'm blowin' down on bruh, the Glock I'm concealin'
His ass get popped like a pill and he ain't gon' get no healin' hand
In the booth, with that soft
The drip killin' me, this shit makin' me cough
I'm sneezin' like I'm allergic, I mix it with the Lysergic
I'm feelin' perfect like I just got the fuck off (I really just came)
But if I'm blowin' down, then it's gon' be awhile
In the pussy focused, teeth clenched
She won't see a smile
Damn near had a stroke while I was strokin'
I went demon style
Look up on the glass and see for yourself that I keep a pile (of what?)
Of that snow youngin, that coke youngin
Got the sniffles, yeah my nose runnin', for sure buggin'
I can't leave that shit alone youngin
For sure love it
Eventually gon' need a load of it
Got no budget
And I know my family hate the shit
The cycle, can't break the shit
I'm on cocaine lil bitch
Can't find no way to quit
That's on my Momma
I'm committed to the dope, I'm not addicted
Eyes widen when I sniff it
Think I'm dyin' when I sniff it
But I still can't leave it 'lone
I still can't leave it 'lone
I still can't leave it 'lone
I said I still can't leave it 'lone
I'm blowin' down like a ceiling fan
I feel it man, coursin' all throughout my body
In love with the feelin' man
Run up then I'm blowin' down on bruh, the Glock I'm concealin'
His ass get popped like a pill and he ain't gon' get no healin' hand