OVL (Icon Okee x Moufpece Da Rippa) - Under The Influence lyrics

[Hook: Moufpece Da Rippa] Everything is the same Blurring all lines Can't stay in their lane Happens all the time Headaches and stomach pains Numbness in my lips But I take it all in ‘til I start to feel sick Like I drank too much Too much, too much, too much Like I drank too much (x2) (Background vocals) Let me see you dance now (repeat) [Verse 1: Moufpece Da Rippa] Lemme tell you how much I hate it Rappers got me feeling all inebriated Its a virtue, I need more patience I got the remedy but I need more patients Its for the taking if they can make it Tired of shots fired by the boys in bacon k** a black man, get on the stand Then they always fake it Back to my dedication I don't need no congratulations All these rap figures get emasculated They loose nuts, masturbated All these rap acts got me agitated A little bit aggravated OVL's here, get acclimated Our systems are activated [Bridge: Icon Okee] Everything ain't always what it seems Life is nothing but a f**ing dream Sheeple so concerned with being fly Realize you wake up when you die Wake up put your make up then you ride Never stop to ask the question why Ma**age your intellect forget facades Welcome to the upper echelon n***a [Hook: Moufpece Da Rippa] Everything is the same Blurring all lines Can't stay in their lane Happens all the time Headaches and stomach pains Numbness in my lips But I take it all in ‘til I start to feel sick Like I drank too much Too much, too much, too much Like I drank too much (x2) [Verse 2: Icon Okee] Welcome to the upper echelon n***a… Captain k** a Cut and Cut the f** Up Kinda Krayzie Creepin' on ah Come Up We sinners just ah sinnin' ‘til the sun up Yet we still some saints on Sunday, somewhat Someone remind me I am not the nutcase These n***as down-low (download) like updates I'm k**in', can't stop it, can't stand it Blood on my hands, caught red-handed Why they screamin' “hater”? Let me see These n***as overrated like the SEC Many lames in the game it's a shame These b**hes crazy; Mickie James… mane Homie stop whining over exes That box dirty; three x's on Xmas Intervention for your autotune fetish They sellin' out for the letters over lettuce [Hook: Moufpece Da Rippa] Everything is the same Blurring all lines Can't stay in their lane Happens all the time Headaches and stomach pains Numbness in my lips But I take it all in ‘til I start to feel sick Like I drank too much Too much, too much, too much Like I drank too much (x2)