3od - Wet Brain Lyrics

Double drop Xany'
And a perc' in the mornin’
Why the fuck not?
This life is too boring
I ain’t keeping score
Keep the codeine poring
Take me to the store
It’s the forty oz. glory
Gacked out
Smacked out
Give me something that will floor me
This is just another morphine story
Jonny was a wet brain
Left lane
Type of life
Ride until you die
Roll the die
Spin the chamber twice
Redline till' the tail pipe spits fire
Slow your ass down
Or you’ll get hit with The Red Dot
We got a room full of rowdy muthafuckas’
Sit back
I promise
I’ll vacate
The pills
Have vacated
The brain can not hold it
No more sweats
I’m cold
And it’s pouring
A few more codeine
Might control it
Three crows
So low
Fuckin' immortal
Gimme some mo’
Lookin’ up
Hollerin’ up
God did not show up
Wetter the brain
Wetter than rain
Let me go
Feel it no more
Losin’ all sense of the world
Flatline
Fuck I’m overdosin’
I don’t wanna live
The road less traveled
I will end it all
In downward spiral
I’m the king of blood
Forget the titles
I will end it all
In downward spiral
So I’m slurrin’ words and I got a foggy brain
Smoke stacked
Pills racked
Blowback
Bloody nose
Taste the drip it stings it brings me back to life again
Foamed up with a styrofoam cup
Fizzy lil purple pop
Twist my stomach up
Sippin’ til I’m throwin’ up
Excuse me while I fuck it up
Twisted boys
We here to let the heathens run a muck
Kids with slomo’ and a mix of promo
Fuckin’ up their dome
Wet brain syndrome

Double drop Xany'
And a perc' in the mornin’
Why the fuck not?
This life is too boring
I ain’t keeping score
Keep the codeine poring
Take me to the store
It’s the forty oz. glory
Gacked out
Smacked out
Give me something that will floor me
This is just another morphine story
Jonny was a wet brain
Left lane
Type of life
Ride until you die
Roll the die
Spin the chamber twice
Redline till' the tail pipe spits fire
Slow your ass down
Or you’ll get hit with The Red Dot
We got a room full of rowdy muthafuckas’
Sit back
I promise
I’ll vacate
The pills
Have vacated
The brain can not hold it
No more sweats
I’m cold
And it’s pouring
A few more codeine
Might control it
Three crows
So low
Fuckin' immortal
Gimme some mo’
Lookin’ up
Hollerin’ up
God did not show up
Wetter the brain
Wetter than rain
Let me go
Feel it no more
Losin’ all sense of the world
Flatline
Fuck I’m overdosin’
I don’t wanna live
The road less traveled
I will end it all
In downward spiral
I’m the king of blood
Forget the titles
I will end it all
In downward spiral
So I’m slurrin’ words and I got a foggy brain
Smoke stacked
Pills racked
Blowback
Bloody nose
Taste the drip it stings it brings me back to life again
Foamed up with a styrofoam cup
Fizzy lil purple pop
Twist my stomach up
Sippin’ til I’m throwin’ up
Excuse me while I fuck it up
Twisted boys
We here to let the heathens run a muck
Kids with slomo’ and a mix of promo
Fuckin’ up their dome
Wet brain syndrome