Oop - Dropping A Popped Locket

'02 couldn’t handle the abandonment

I found new blood in the streets that I ran them with

Panhandle with bands, so quick so jam about plans

I had this spark before the candle lit

Drinking til dawn, still giving it all

Two in the John, but no piss in the stall

Hide behind bars, no prison involved

Cheap drinks til we fall

Cheap drinks til we fall

Uh, always assume I survived like Gus Fring

Cause my crew give me feathers and we must wing

We’re eating out the pot causefuck dishes, right?

Don’t go making bad decisions like

Talking bout my click, I see notifications

Walk like you the ish, I see no defecation

You go «Oop, oh, uh, oh» (Oh, uh)

We’re gonna «Oop, oh, uh, oh» (Oh, uh)

Whole fucking crew in the building

Shout to the few who gone missing (Shout out)

Whole fucking crew in the building (Whole crew, shout out)

Shout to the few who gone (Gone now)

Who gone

Originally unaccepted by the unaccepteds

My boy cheeze put in the word

I was just depressed, I needed real friendship

That’s when I met my older brother who was the head of the rest

And ever-ever since we’ve been risking arrests together and started that test

together

So glad we’re talking again-gain

Felt like I died inside, got more chapters to write in time this is infernal

diatribe

Anyway, got two rules for succeeding

Number one is never reveal the proceeding

Tricks back up my sleeve and pet peeves off the leash

And been barking so loud I can’t get enough sleep

Talking bout my click, I see notifications

Walk like you the ish, I see no defecation

You go «Oop, oh, uh, oh» (Oh, uh)

We’re gonna «Oop, oh, uh, oh» (Oh, uh)

Whole fucking crew in the building

Shout to the few who gone missing (Shout out)

Whole fucking crew in the building (Whole crew, shout out)

Shout to the few who gone (Gone now)

Who gone

Even then, I’m missing like the leaves when I loved me last

Hungry man for my scummy ass, dinner table disabled

Ableton just crashed again

And I lost my session and my last defense

Masochist with a swollen heart, suffering bars from prison:

Mass-mass-mass arrest, rancid gets as rancid gets

I haven’t, but all my cash is spent

Ugly fucking mirrors in the hallway

Here’s a tip (Get her off with the foreplay)

Life’s a peach ain’t it, I’m least patient

Jesus waited three days but I’m Jason

Red line, no peak., my head finds no sleep

Bed shy for a week, dead on site, please don’t speak to the help

Guessing Imma drink it off

So pass me what you sppin' on

Guessing Imma drink it off

So pass me what you sppin' on

Talking bout my click, I see notifications

Walk like you the ish, I see no defecation

You go «Oop, oh, uh, oh» (Oh, uh)

We’re gonna «Oop, oh, uh, oh» (Oh, uh)

Whole fucking crew in the building

Shout to the few who gone missing (Shout out)

Whole fucking crew in the building (Whole crew, shout out)

Shout to the few who gone (Gone now)

Who gone