Vince Staples - Vicks lyrics

[Verse 1: Vince] Keep the chopper where im sleepin Waka in, the speakers where im sittin in the corner shaking like a f**ing tweaker Something in my system got me feeling like a legion But reality subside and now I'm crashing, f** Aaliyah I'm something like a demon I guess that's why I spent most of my middle school days flipping pigeons at my teachers Spittin at my preachers Private school, honor roll, still its "f** jesus" Cause that n***a was a punk, I probably never gave a f** Quick to throw a punch, pray I'll never get a gun I'm eerie as Virginia Tech students with a grudge Satan's vision lives beneath the brimmin' of my huf and I don't give a f** If pastor don't condone it Growing up I was a loner, well not a loner just that quiet kid Who though of stackin bodies in the corner Of the small bedroom where he was often left alone because his mother would ignore him and his father was a goner Had a couple hoes, but they soon went rogue Now I'm used to playin the x-man like Logan And in the midst of all these n***as rappin 'bout they Jordans There's a voice inside my head screamin "n***a, where you goin?" Hell's depths are where I'll soon be residin When I find the .45 my grandmother is hidin That gunshot will be the highlight of my life When I blow my brains out sure nobody will mind it I'll play some Joy Division, tie a noose like Ian Curtis out of curtains write letter statin how my life is worthless So how the f** is god gon' give my life a purpose When I got a million voices in my head and never heard his They say my minds kinda sick, in need of Vicks Because my wrist suffers from the symptoms of repeated slits But cut it out, cause nobody gives a f** about The dreams you used to have about burnin your grandmothers house Down to the ground Just to hear the sounds of your f**ing family screamin You can't imagine the demon But it couldn't be that bad, there had to be reason That you would fantasize with seein school faculty bleedin Pacin, heavily breathin Looking for a reason to do anything but just die But you can't [Verse 2: Mike G] Yea I got two X's, if I add one more They'll watch me more than the video between two who*es, I'm on My mind's corrupted, doubt there's a way to fix it And now they want you less than thick chicks with six kids It's crazy in it, like the world I'm in Never was a choice to begin, with my life full of sin, but If everything went the way that I had it I'd be a k**er like Dahmer if he wasn't a f*ggot Victims is weak rappers, you frontin' it's no problem I go huntin a bury the c*nts in the rose garden It's payback, now, it's about that time Cuttin crop circles in heads, how you don't see that sign? I'm f**in radical, waitin for money to come whether fast or slow Rather haste to have my weight in gold, and never be low You see me ride high, I'm a fly talker Open, show-boatin' im floatin' like Skywalker I'm diamond rough, ridin' tough, my light is bright as f** Can't even ask to spare your common sense cause they ain't got enough Now, how broke is that, I ain't waitin, there's moves I'm makin I got clothes to pack And now it's flight time They can't contest with how might I rhyme Feel famous, it's easy to shine with your lights lime This is too fun, we post with two guns And if I had two f**s I wouldn't give you one