Meechy Darko - Bliss lyrics

[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliot] I blink twice 'til my eyes close on my face Deep breaths, struggling to reach home base Awkward n***a, motherf**er, this is a race God made me great, so I been invisible to hate Partly humane, part of the same, part of the game Used to smoke a Parliament before I partied with my pain And Bacardi was the same, 151 to your brain But I'd rather beg my pardon than to party with you lames [Hook: Meechy Darko] f** money, f** friends, f** family f** p**y, f** d**, f** sanity I don't give a sh**, why? Cause ignorance is bliss, right f** the law, f** the president and White House f** the jury, f** the judge in the nightgown I don't give a sh**, why? Cause ignorance is bliss, right [Verse 2: Zombie Juice] Sit back and an*lyze my life like Montana did white All the b**hes I hit, and all the b**hes I might Clearly underrated amongst all the favorite But f** it, my style's like Magic Speed Seduction I'ma keep smoking 'til my lungs collapse And f** y'all laws, I'ma keep my straps Setting the plans, controlling mine and reaching the land I'm better off dead, somebody fill my head up with lead Dropped out of high school, lint in my pocket I picked up the profit, the block b**hing, b**hes is hawking Grandma don't want me, Grandpa kinda lonely Pay my dues, wear my j**els, refuse, never I lose But f** that, on my last dollar and my bus pa** f**ing with some n***as that'll give a mother f** Who f**ing with us? No one f**ing with us, time to reconsider Zombie gang, walking dead, none iller [Hook: Meechy Darko] [Verse 3: Meechy Darko] f** your faculty, your fans, and your music f** the engineer and the n***a that produced it f** your religion, your god, and your guidance Tell Virgin Mary time for Meech to pop that hymen f** the moon, f** the stars, f** Venus and Mars f** a Rolex and diamond ring with them flashy cars f** the last supper, f** your church and its gospel f** them halfway dead n***as in the hospital f** my left lung, f** my right lung f** my chrome gun, f** my black gun f** f** f** f** f** Drop five bombs, f** that I'm on Like the mic I record with, f** global warming f** heaven and hell, purgatory f** the pastor, f** you for giving him offering f**ing exhausted from all these f**s I'm f**ing off this n***a, what the f** [Hook: Meechy Darko]