Dylan Owen - Breakfast Coke lyrics

[Chance Fischer]: Look, I was drownin' in my own piss When my homie pulled me over and he told me "take a hit" A tiny, old sample, it made my soul numb I was feelin' it so much, I mean we had to cut it up, make more with less Brought about more trouble for me, more or less Hit it in the morning before cla** to lower stress Reached the point where I did multiple lines In solitary confined, it forced me to do time Act a fool with it, had me watching for the stool pigeons Foamin' at the mouth, yeah, I even had a drool with it Paid a bounty for the quicker picker-upper I could never get enough, when I was down and felt like nothing Dealt with the problems through the bluffin,' no discussin' All the quarrels and the luck, always rushing out of touch...but I will never give it up I'll be doin' it forever 'til it put me in the dust [Hook, Chance Fischer]: Tequila sunrise on my dark nights The only thing shining is the limelight When trying to face your fears turns to prizefights End up going blind when you try to use your hindsight This is a roll call for my conscience Though we'll never see a penny for the nonsense I gotta get up (get up, get up) So everybody get up (get up, get up) [Dylan Owen]: I wasn't kidding when I told em, that this music is my medicine Listen, y'all can witness it, I'm using this for evidence If heaven is a high note off, Ill take an eighth of it Spit cold turkey at your beef, bringing plates of it Cuz I ain't playing with a flame remaining later lit The next day, our empty containers lay on her table with A major decision, I made to go clean with Reversing my initials on some OD sh** Hold up, these emcees always fishing for a chance Chance Fisher, get 'em, finish 'em, and split 'em into pans Put Kinetics in the mix, and you'll be literally mixing Up the minerals of medicines that never will be canned (Get it?) Don't regret it, let me clench my fist I'm addicted to the stress I live, stretch my wits Wrote another letter, told my ex im pissed I'm hungry for my breakfast, I get my fix, until the... [Hook] [Kinetics]: I'm a cowboy, I ride around and bump loud noise Kinda like the table I got with the crushed Altoids Cause hip-hop just turned to a tougher market You need a drug just to put up with these f**in' artists So while my dealer's pullin' up and parkin' I'm droppin' a 50 in the cup holder and grabbin' a bag from the glove compartment While I think fast, you probably buffer I got you discombobulated while I'm gobblin' uppers But lil' homie this ain't Limitless, this ain't even Adderall This initiative is au naturel Man, you better get back, nowadays yo it seem like every single kid rap But ain't nobody ever really spit crack I guess findin' the quality coke is a ha**le I'd rather roll up a napkin and open a Focalin capsule The hunger that I have for this rappin' is of the ma**ive type Even after all of these lines, I have an appetite