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When the drugs don t work – Doobie lyrics

Lyrics Doobie – When the drugs don t work

What am I gonna do when The Drugs Don t Work
Girl you a fool if you think love don’t hurt
You ain’t heard? They call me Cobain, First name Kurt
Gotta nose full of Coke and a cup full of dirt
You should be right here with me, but you blew it
And I blew up, I’m 2 treed wit my 2’s up
Hella big Ms getting threw up and thrown up
Ima young bull, old money, grown up yeah yeah
Bump of the ekow, I’m in a tree house
F**k her then leave out, 2 treed peace out (peace out)
I stomp on the yayo, Angel dust no halo
Step on the yola, I’m booted, coca no cola
This that Coke rock, Cocaheina in my snot
This that Yo, I got ballerinas dancing on my cock
This that yay bump, Snow bunny do a hop
This that Coke, I do a lot
B***h I’m Wilder than a rot yeah.

So put the weed in the grinder
Break it down, roll it up and get higher
So put the weed in the grinder
Break it down, roll it up and get higher.

I’m on that Caine like I’m getting old
I been had that crack, hear in in my bones
Cocaine Cowboy, Indiana Jones
I had to get me a sack like it’s 4th and goal
Oh my oh my, I’m rocket high
I’m a shooting star like I shot the sky
I can’t see why you even caught my eye
Too busy lookin at yo a*s when you was walking by
Cuz you goofy like Max dad
I’m hotter than wax dabs
Off 2 hits like jab jab
Smoking OG by the hashtag
That mean the pound
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Boy you looking around like pass that
I’m in a aircraft, I’m air Jordan you Air Shaq
I take yo spot and you won’t never get to chair back
I get paid to sit on my a*s, Seat check
And this s**t I’m smoking on smell like feet sweat.

What am I gonna do when The Drugs Don t Work
Girl you a fool if you think love don’t hurt
You ain’t heard? They call me Cobain, First name Kurt
Gotta nose full of Coke and a cup full of dirt
You should be right here with me, but you blew it
And I blew up, I’m 2 treed wit my 2s up
Hella big Ms getting threw up and thrown up
Ima young bull, old money, grown up yeah yeah
Bump of the ekow, I’m in a tree house
F**k her then leave out, 2 treed peace out
I stomp on the yayo, Angel dust no halo
Step on the yola, I’m booted, coca no cola.

This that Coke rock, Cocaheina in my snot
This that Yo, I got ballerinas dancing on my cock
This that yay bump, Snow bunny do a hop
This that Coke, I do a lot
B***h I’m Wilder than a rot yeahhh.

So put the weed in the grinder
Break it down, roll it up and get higher
So put the weed in the grinder
Break it down, roll it up and get higher.

What am I gonna do when the drugs don’t workkk. (x9)
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ItsTheReal – Dave Matthews Bands letras

[Chorus] x2
Disrespectful money
Paper keep cuttin’ my hands
Countin’ white faces
I got Dave Matthews Bands
(Bands’ll make her Dancing Nancies)
Dave Matthews Bands
(Bands’ll make her Dancing Nancies)
Dave Matthews Bands

[Jeff]
Bought a yacht, but I need a lot to park it in
Fran Tarkenton, all-over carpeting
In a black cardigan, I’m outta the red
Booking info in the bio just to get outta bed
Gotta slander Lin Miranda, I’m tired of seeing Hamiltons
Too many digits in a row, my money rambling
My house is tore up; put another floor up
Searching por the oro, I’m Dora the Exploro
Throwing stacks of paper, gonna send me to detention
Piles to the ceiling, I might need an intervention
Two heavy wrists, arms can’t lift
Neck all broke because of my necklace

[Chorus] x2
Disrespectful money
Paper keep cuttin’ my hands
Countin’ white faces
I got Dave Matthews Bands
(Bands’ll make her Dancing Nancies)
Dave Matthews Bands
(Bands’ll make her Dancing Nancies)
Dave Matthews Bands

[Eric]
Money silly, courtside Trippin billies
Entrepreneur, I make a killing
Moved all my shoeboxes full of cash outta my room to my car
Because my car ain’t got no motherfucking ceiling. Ya feel me?
Whippin’ work and now I’m rolling in dough
Whippin’ foreigns like I’m Indiana Jones
Plural euros when in Rome. Hansel and Gretel
Dropping guap so I can find my way home
Money keep calling, gotta get a second line
Make it rain, Morris Day and the Time
You can’t hold a candle. My house Dave Matthews Bando
Trappin’ and hacky sackin’ in my sandals

[Chorus] x2
Disrespectful money
Paper keep cuttin’ my hands
Countin’ white faces
I got Dave Matthews Bands
(Bands’ll make her Dancing Nancies)
Dave Matthews Bands
(Bands’ll make her Dancing Nancies)
Dave Matthews Bands

(saxophone solo)