Lt Headtrip - Gimme What I Need lyrics

It goes, “make money money. make money money.” wake up every mornin’ and perform, sh*t it takes somethin’ from ya. goes, “fake money money.” fate funny huh? waitin’ for the punch. yeah there’s bounty for patient. so they told me. hold Weights like a dumbbell pressure. go ape for the numb. none lesser than a nom nom nibbler. ’til the bait looks better every week. nah don’t measure it. i’ll pay for what i get. wait. stay and have a bit. there’s a Break in the wave when it’s safe swim. where you play by the patterns of the faithful winds. then one day you stray and escape its grip. but only to spiral wild into a vacant abyss Whatever. take it as it is. (heard!) play it as it lands. (heard!) Pick your fu*kin' sticks up. the game is in your hands. (word.) Naked in a fort on the unadulterated sands. waitin' for the caps to dance We makin' tips on top of these low wages. (what else?) We takin' hits no matter how hard it ages us. (what else?) We stowin filters in our pockets to pitch later We ain’t litterbugs. we only puttin' garbage in our faces Alcohol and bogies. a little bit o’ weed Feed me. gimme that. gimme what i need It takes a lot o’ fuel to run this rusted out machine Gimme what i, gimme what i, gimme what i need Adderall and cocaine. ritalin and speed Feed me. please. gimme what i need I'm takin' what it's takin' me to get me through the week. (i'm weak.) Gimme what i need or imma freak. i'm a fiend Break it up. break it up. no need to make statement of it. i’d love to offer but there ain’t enough Shake it off. shake it off. no need to file a complaint about it. keep that belly achin to yourself Who’s the god, who’s the pawn? yawn. who fu*kin' cares? where’s the powder, where’s the chowder? where’s the fauna? Where we goin? (to the pub?) if i could only reach the sun. it’s like only 3 ’til 1. i don’t need to be alone All fine. all dandy. i’m wired up fancy. that’s shots from a stranger imma wind up dancer. pile high the amphetamine supply. fu*k a nap. drunken in back of soda su*kin' on a baggie Now you’re hooked. lines. sinkin' into cycles. get up to get downward spiral. i want the energy and mind of a child. not to be a brat, but i think that i'm entitled to some… Alcohol and bogies. a little bit o’ weed Feed me. gimme that. gimme what i need It takes a lot o’ fuel to run this rusted out machine Gimme what i, gimme what i, gimme what i need Adderall and cocaine. ritalin and speed Feed me. please. gimme what i need I'm takin' what it's takin' me to get me through the week. i'm weak, y’all Is anybody listening to me? then it's Tylenol and flonase. a liter of caffeine Gimme that. gimme what i need Nip it in the bu*t with a nip of jim beam between shifts sh*t. gimme what… anybody got some Adderall or cocaine? i'm running outta steam here Feed me. please, gimme what i need We're living in a dream