Drake - Overdose On Life lyrics

And I'm a leave on one more note One more motherf*ckin note It's like this... Look at him I ain't been here in a minute Cut the lights off I feel fantastic right now baby... Yeah... Look... I said I used to cut the porch lights on and now I cut the porches lights on just to let them know their foresights wrong Where this rapper going with that obscure ice on he a lame I'm just tryna get my mature life on O D O. D. Everybody know me, even fans that resemble them kids in the O.C Oh me Oh my them girls love me like Seth Cohen So get a grip get a gla** pour the X. O. in I did want one these n***as to say that I'm not the same Pick a road cause where you drivin is not a lane And rest in peace to Pimp C life is not a game Taking over the world no pinky just a lotta Brain He bout to send them the sh** that I'm on (Yeah) You prolly could have predicted I'm on (Yeah) My sense of judgment is a officially gone Up into the air all the smoke from the swisha is blown Ahh... I'm grown I'm grown I'm living in this elevator zone alone I'm up so high I'm never coming down and you say you got them hoes but they never coming round I got pent house walls I stay high above your a** And I can see it all, my balcony is gla** And wifey's over (b**hes) But moneys over (Her) Cause money's under (Nothin) My life is such a (Blur) That's not the way it has to go it's jus what I prefer And do not disagree with me it's best you jus concur I'm a legend with a legacy that can't help but survive Even when I f*ckin die they gonna bury me Alive... And I'm so prestigious I brought my n***as from the hood to the beaches I'm living good gripping wood with all the features Jesus my money straight no creases P P P Peep this We got bottles over here Kush is in the air... we good (O. D. O.D.) Bithces over there... we good (O. D. O. D.) Money on the floor we good O.D. O.D everybody know me Oh no Travie high on life again... (Wow) Feel like I swallowed a whole bottle of Vicodin... (Dam) So high I wanna cry like tiny violins In my best mode the pesmote enjoy the silence... (Shh) Stop the violence, how when every blind is like the motherf*ckin Watts riots pouring out my pen Iight dam be easy I'm a get back Gentleman with a superlative use of syntax And I done gave up the narcotics but I can't leave the crib without some xanax in my water... (Nope) Hello my name is Travie and I'm a life-aholic Told'em all these beats is like the Wallis to my Gromit... (Ha) The alpha to my Bruce wearing stripes on my candy cane Worn without the other so for real without the candy brain Super trooper like a gun tote in candyman Ask me how I'm livin bet I tell ya fine and dandy man Check his vital signs they peeping off the meter man I'm a live forever in Neverland with Peter Pan F*ck pulling the nine out I'm a pull a Amy Winehouse Sipping Purple Rain with Mary Jane girls in my house... (My House) Isaiah I'm a see ya when I get there Until then hold me down like gravity it's Travie... Uno... Easy And I'm so prestigious I brought my n***as from the hood to the beaches I'm living good gripping wood with all the features Jesus my money straight no creases P P Peep this We got bottles over here Kush is in the air... we good (O. D. O.D.) Bithces over there... we good (O. D. O. D.) Money on the floor we good It's Mickey O.D. O.D everybody know me Ha I'm bout to overdose on life somebody please pa** the weed So if I comatose tonight you won't have to ask for refer If the things that I seen through my Prada frames got me paid Watch me mane I'm co*ky slave with this Rocky chain I got I got my fames cluttered with this bud And this name of it is Fame and it's all up in my blood Tyna suppress the too fresh feeling I got... Oooo yes I'm in it for the huge yes duplex living like I'm Hugh Heff Every other night I need a blue net for group s** Leaving with a bruise neck then I yell whose next... (Next) Stand'em in a line this is new fax city take this crack between ya thighs... (Yeah) (Mickey what you mean) I'm promethazine f*ck the queen Sniff the white horse of success and then let him lean... (Let'em see) Tryna match my high on life... (Then let'em dream) Gotta catch the spot on my flight First cla** known of the aroma of the smoker life Got me like a stoner, a zoner but nah it's never over... (Mickey what you mean) I stick my tongue out sippin Remy conceited of I'm teasing every bum out Hung out with celebrities from every drug house So when you remember me say that I was strung out... (Mickey what you mean) I'm a addict for the green cash I'm a O.D. so flip going to rehab And I'm so prestigious I brought my n***as from the hood to the beaches I'm living good gripping wood with all the features Jesus my money straight no creases P P Peep this We got bottles over here Kush is in the air... we good (O. D. O.D.) Bithces over there... we good (O. D. O. D.) Money on the floor we good O.D. O.D everybody know me