3od - Chill Pill Lyrics

Chillin in a cul de sac
You say you repping colors
Wait and see whats inside of the pack
Living in suburbia
Disturbia we bringing on the horrors
Face em, real violence is so horrid
Sit down
Ya fake is dripping from ya eyes
Pull my mask down show you terror
Its okay everybody dies
All these damn cries
Gut em where he lies
Actin real tough
Never been in gen pop
Bet ya changing face
Once you gettin boo bopped
Kid you're hiding from the safety of a keyboard
Pressing buttons feeling like a lord
When you're fucking bored
Bitch made mutha fuckas'
Claiming homicidal
Ready to wet ya
At the fucking drop of a dime yo
No color gonna matter but the black at the wake
Peppered up
Your face on the shirt with the date
No respect for the business you partake
And if you feel a certain way then homie
God is waiting at the pearly gates
Satan in need of a friend
Why do I need to pretend
Playing these stupid fucking games
Ya mama tears will feed my kin
Punk bitch
Don't forget
Dotti gotta lotta problems
And the only way to solve em'
Couple of souls to calm him
You can't turn the light out
Never had a fight now
Lookin like a class clown
Time to sit your ass down
Looking like a joke
Speaking like you're broke
Pussy in disguise of a man
Drop your pride
Stop the fucking lies
Speaking lots of games
So you're dropping all these names
Oh fuck the bullshit claims
All the shame still remains
Man you fucking lost it
Tried to double cross it
Take another loss
It's so obvious you're toxic
Tik tokin vids
With a Glock
To you hip
Talking shit
Willing to bet you'll dip
When the first shot clicks
Pop
Boom
Pussy wimp
Acting like a pimp
Safe and sound inside your room
Far away from all the doom
Making Lots of threats
From an air conditioned condo
Acting like you're black
When you're blonde though
Living with your mom yo
Pop a clip
Now come on bro
Little pussy boy
Acting like a crip
Fucking gonzo
You can't turn the lights down
You can't take them on

Chillin in a cul de sac
You say you repping colors
Wait and see whats inside of the pack
Living in suburbia
Disturbia we bringing on the horrors
Face em, real violence is so horrid
Sit down
Ya fake is dripping from ya eyes
Pull my mask down show you terror
Its okay everybody dies
All these damn cries
Gut em where he lies
Actin real tough
Never been in gen pop
Bet ya changing face
Once you gettin boo bopped
Kid you're hiding from the safety of a keyboard
Pressing buttons feeling like a lord
When you're fucking bored
Bitch made mutha fuckas'
Claiming homicidal
Ready to wet ya
At the fucking drop of a dime yo
No color gonna matter but the black at the wake
Peppered up
Your face on the shirt with the date
No respect for the business you partake
And if you feel a certain way then homie
God is waiting at the pearly gates
Satan in need of a friend
Why do I need to pretend
Playing these stupid fucking games
Ya mama tears will feed my kin
Punk bitch
Don't forget
Dotti gotta lotta problems
And the only way to solve em'
Couple of souls to calm him
You can't turn the light out
Never had a fight now
Lookin like a class clown
Time to sit your ass down
Looking like a joke
Speaking like you're broke
Pussy in disguise of a man
Drop your pride
Stop the fucking lies
Speaking lots of games
So you're dropping all these names
Oh fuck the bullshit claims
All the shame still remains
Man you fucking lost it
Tried to double cross it
Take another loss
It's so obvious you're toxic
Tik tokin vids
With a Glock
To you hip
Talking shit
Willing to bet you'll dip
When the first shot clicks
Pop
Boom
Pussy wimp
Acting like a pimp
Safe and sound inside your room
Far away from all the doom
Making Lots of threats
From an air conditioned condo
Acting like you're black
When you're blonde though
Living with your mom yo
Pop a clip
Now come on bro
Little pussy boy
Acting like a crip
Fucking gonzo
You can't turn the lights down
You can't take them on