Lt Headtrip, C Money Burns - Gimme What I Need Lyrics

It goes, Make money money. Make money money
Wake up every mornin’ and perform, shit it takes somethin’ from ya
Goes, “Fake money money.” Fate funny, huh
Waitin’ for the punch. Yeah there’s bounty for patient. So they tell me
Hold weights like a dumbbell pressure. Go ape for the numb
None lesser than a nom nom nibbler though
The bait looks better every week. Nah don’t measure it
I’ll pay for what I get. Wait. Stay and have a bit
There’s a break in the wave when it’s safe swim
Where you play by the patterns of the faithful winds
Then one day you stray and escape its grip
But only to spiral wild into a vacant abyss
Whatever. Take it as it is. Heard! Play it as it lands. Heard
Pick your fuckin' sticks up. The game is in your hands
Naked in a fort on the unadulterated sands
Waitin' for the caps to dance
We makin' tips on top of these low wages. What else
We takin' hits no matter how hard it ages us. What else
We stowin filters in our pockets to pitch later
We ain’t litterbugs. We only puttin' garbage in our faces
Alcohol and bogies. A little bit o’ weed
Feed me. Gimme that. Gimme what I need
It takes a lot o’ fuel to run this rusted out machine
Gimme what I, gimme what I, gimme what I need
Adderall and cocaine. Ritalin and speed
Feed me. Please. Gimme what I need
I'm takin' what it's takin' me to get me through the week. I'm weak
Gimme what I need or Imma freak. I'm a fiend
Break it up. Break it up. No need to make statement of it
I’d love to offer but there ain’t enough
Shake it off. Shake it off. No need to file a complaint about it
Keep that belly achin to yourself
Who’s the god, who’s the pawn? Yawn. Who fuckin' cares
Where’s the powder, where’s the chowder? where’s the fauna? Where we goin
If I could only reach the sun
It’s like only 3 ’til 1. I don’t need to be alone
All fine. All dandy. I’m wired up fancy
That’s shots from a stranger Imma wind up dancer
Pile high the amphetamine supply. Fuck a nap
Drunken in back of soda suckin' on a baggie
Now you’re hooked. Lines. Sinkin' into cycles
Get up to get downward spiral
I want the energy and mind of a child
Not to be a brat, but I think that I'm entitled to some
Alcohol and bogies. A little bit o’ weed
Feed me. Gimme that. Gimme what I need
It takes a lot o’ fuel to run this rusted out machine
Gimme what I, gimme what I, gimme what I need
Adderall and cocaine. Ritalin and speed
Feed me. Please. Gimme what I need
I'm takin' what it's takin' me to get me through the week. I'm weak, y’all
Is anybody listening to me? Then it's
Tylenol and Flonase. A liter of caffeine
Gimme that. Gimme what I need
Nip it in the butt with a nip of Jim Beam between shifts
Shit. Gimme what? Anybody got some
Adderall or cocaine? I'm running outta steam here
Feed me. Please, gimme what I need
We're living in a dream

It goes, Make money money. Make money money
Wake up every mornin’ and perform, shit it takes somethin’ from ya
Goes, “Fake money money.” Fate funny, huh
Waitin’ for the punch. Yeah there’s bounty for patient. So they tell me
Hold weights like a dumbbell pressure. Go ape for the numb
None lesser than a nom nom nibbler though
The bait looks better every week. Nah don’t measure it
I’ll pay for what I get. Wait. Stay and have a bit
There’s a break in the wave when it’s safe swim
Where you play by the patterns of the faithful winds
Then one day you stray and escape its grip
But only to spiral wild into a vacant abyss
Whatever. Take it as it is. Heard! Play it as it lands. Heard
Pick your fuckin' sticks up. The game is in your hands
Naked in a fort on the unadulterated sands
Waitin' for the caps to dance
We makin' tips on top of these low wages. What else
We takin' hits no matter how hard it ages us. What else
We stowin filters in our pockets to pitch later
We ain’t litterbugs. We only puttin' garbage in our faces
Alcohol and bogies. A little bit o’ weed
Feed me. Gimme that. Gimme what I need
It takes a lot o’ fuel to run this rusted out machine
Gimme what I, gimme what I, gimme what I need
Adderall and cocaine. Ritalin and speed
Feed me. Please. Gimme what I need
I'm takin' what it's takin' me to get me through the week. I'm weak
Gimme what I need or Imma freak. I'm a fiend
Break it up. Break it up. No need to make statement of it
I’d love to offer but there ain’t enough
Shake it off. Shake it off. No need to file a complaint about it
Keep that belly achin to yourself
Who’s the god, who’s the pawn? Yawn. Who fuckin' cares
Where’s the powder, where’s the chowder? where’s the fauna? Where we goin
If I could only reach the sun
It’s like only 3 ’til 1. I don’t need to be alone
All fine. All dandy. I’m wired up fancy
That’s shots from a stranger Imma wind up dancer
Pile high the amphetamine supply. Fuck a nap
Drunken in back of soda suckin' on a baggie
Now you’re hooked. Lines. Sinkin' into cycles
Get up to get downward spiral
I want the energy and mind of a child
Not to be a brat, but I think that I'm entitled to some
Alcohol and bogies. A little bit o’ weed
Feed me. Gimme that. Gimme what I need
It takes a lot o’ fuel to run this rusted out machine
Gimme what I, gimme what I, gimme what I need
Adderall and cocaine. Ritalin and speed
Feed me. Please. Gimme what I need
I'm takin' what it's takin' me to get me through the week. I'm weak, y’all
Is anybody listening to me? Then it's
Tylenol and Flonase. A liter of caffeine
Gimme that. Gimme what I need
Nip it in the butt with a nip of Jim Beam between shifts
Shit. Gimme what? Anybody got some
Adderall or cocaine? I'm running outta steam here
Feed me. Please, gimme what I need
We're living in a dream