Limoncello Songtext
von James Wames

Look at this my little this my
Yeah a lil medicated at the moment
Eight, nine months still


Eight, nine months still an open case
And its benign if I′m sentenced to a gate
Look at this my little this
Look at this my little this my
I got vomit in my lung bitch
I think I needa make the switch
Its hella vomit in my shit
I put drugs up in the bitch
I'm whippin my 200, I feel free
On my way to give him 200 for some weed
Pick it up in my 200
Then I gave him 200 more for some lean
Bitch is crazy said she′d die for me
Come and pour this lean up and go to the sky with me
Little baby I got juice
Purple deuce I pour this juice up just for you (para ti)
Kinda miss being high
I miss sipping red dyes
I miss burning weed
But I don't miss when I can't eat
Kinda miss pill pop
Never miss taking shot
Miss my throat itching
Like I need a cough drop, I just
I brought a mattress to a pillow fight
My status oh
My status fuck a actress
She just rode my apparatus
Shed a single tear back in September
And my only fear that I won′t remember
The importance of events that are just peppered
Throughout my brain with no detail cus I messed up
Scattered recollection of the xan leopard
Scattered recollection of all of the mess up
My perception fucked up of what to develop
Scattered recollection of all of the mess up