Libertine. - Triple One

I ain’t been saving up, I ain’t been taking drugs

I ain’t been making love, I ain’t been anything

Yeah, anything

Anything that you could say to make me stop

Probably won’t work, probably won’t pop

Probably get caught in the shot

Probably get caught in the view of the backdrop

Shooting 8 balls never had a date for

Or the time for, what are 7 lines for

Water with the eyeball, shut it mother fucker

She a eye sore I saw first, you

You save yourself, I’m gonna save my time, (save my)

I’m gonna save my time

I ain’t gonna stand in a line

Waiting for the day that they take my life

Rather save my time

I’m gonna save my time, gonna save my

I got problems, thinking you could solve them

I got liquor on my breath, I got my savings on some dockets

Fucking problems, lousy fucking problems

But thinking you could solve them might be thinking optimistic

I got problems, thinking you could solve them

I got liquor on my breath, I got my savings on some dockets

Fucking problems, lousy fucking problems

But thinking you could solve them might be thinking optimistic

Its cold inside I feel that heater burning

I feel I need a turning

Safe zones and a cane toad

Lick a little frog, get brain bruh

And if it feel good, blow a fat load

Don’t tell me to ever aim low

Name yo, what’s ya name yo

I ain’t heard about ya

I ain’t ever heard about ya, (nah)

I ain’t ever heard yeh

I ain’t ever heard —

So fuck off, yeah fuck off

Fuck a dumb bitch, fuck a rich jock

Fuck a racist, fuck a pit stop

Fuck a settle down, fuck a shit job

And if I get kids when they grow up, will---

Will they like their dad

Hopefully never be like their dad

Belly full if brew, but it ironclad

Slowly dying I am that

(Slowly dying I am that)

Slowly dying I am that

Got beer on my mind, I ain’t lying man

Had a sneak line, ain’t lying man

That’s me honest but I’m trying man

You a dressed up cunt, you a liar man

(Slowly dying I am that)

You a dressed up cunt, you a liar man

Try and settle down why you crying man?

That’s me honest but I’m trying man

You a dressed up cunt, you a liar man

(Slowly dying I am that)

I got problems, thinking you could solve them

I got liquor on my breath, I got my savings on some dockets

Fucking problems, lousy fucking problems

But thinking you could solve them might be thinking optimistic

I got problems, thinking you could solve them

I got liquor on my breath, I got my savings on some dockets

Fucking problems, lousy fucking problems

But thinking you could solve them might be thinking optimistic

I take my hat off to the women working half to death

I take my hat off for no man less he’s asking it

Even then if I don’t like it, he don’t get my drift

Heaven scented she a 7 like a holy bitch, god

Holy shit, no need for that holiness

Never thought my word was gonna hold in this

Even if I said it with my hand on it

You’d probably cut me down, not the man for it

Pretty cutthroat now, got a can of it

Its been so damn long, I’m not standing it

I got a bullet in the back with some cannabis

I don’t smoke the shit, but still hold the tip

Of the very life I’ve been living like I’m over it

Like the lines I’ve been given, not a joke in it

Coke a clip, fucking end it with broken lid

Get my minds all open have poke in it

Straight line what you seeing is a broken kid…

Seen a beam of light and I’m hoping its

A drunk driver and I die when hit

So suicide looking just like an accident

And I die like a piece of shit