Testo Dr. O'blivion

Yeah, yeah
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Take me down [?]

Weed and jealousy, '42 Julio, Hennessy, hurry up, pour me up
War is love, what was us? Run it up, hold it up
Like a trophy, make it feel so glorious, wait
Broads I meet, I’m like, "Bro, they borin' us" Labour of love feels so laborious
All the good girls they gone 'cause Gloria growin’ up
She don't want none of this madness you come with

Baggage you come with, the savage you run with
The damage abundant, the drugs in the dresser
The bags in your eyes, you succumb to the pressure
This lavish disguise is a lie for a life
That is tragic despitе all your tries and your static goodbye's
And your attic got flies from thе skeletons hangin'
The past wear you down like a pelican landing (Woah)
Weed and therapy, '42 Julio, Jameson, we'll be okay again
Pan at you, pull like a sleigh and it's swayin'
And they prey on us to be on us, I pray that you stay again, wait
Lay again, head on my chest, no player then Playin’ your hair’s only way that I play again
Blame it on a K constructs
And the way, yeah man, I tell you that I followed you up
Found my way again, you tell me that you had to do somethin'
To tie the loose struts, I admire your guts
’Cause the lower I go, well, the higher you cut
And the fire you snuffed out, I induced
I improved from Iron through the dust clouds lying over us
Like a lion and brush 'fore it jump out, eyein' you for lunch
Better hunt down, been tryin' you for months, I hope it start now

Weed and jealousy, ’42 Julio, Hennessy, hurry up, pour me up
War is love, what was us? Run it up, hold it up
Like a trophy, make it feel so glorious, wait
Broads I meet, I'm like, "Bro, they borin' us"
Labour of love feels so laborious
All the good girls they gon' 'cause Gloria growin' up
She don't want none of this madness you come with