Palaces Lyrics Esdeekid
(Aye, aye, EsDee)
I’m smoking cannabis
Keep dodging all these cameras
My Chrome Hearts coat got keys of coke
I’m huffin’ up these canisters
No rules, ain’t got no managers
These people aren’t a fan of us
I keep [?] toting calibers
I’ve had gaffs inside the palaces, aye
Mix sprite with medicine
Got a bad lil’ bitch with melanin
I smoke good, its wrapped in elements
I rock Number (N)ine with the Vetements
Don’t come to me without relevance
I’m a pretty boy and I’m elegant
Scouse kid, look like a skeleton
I think I’ve had too many amphetamines
I’m ballied up like a soldier
Don’t worry ’bout what I sold you
Lad this baddie’s calling me line
I think I lost all me composure
Got me brother right on my shoulder
He’s not hesitant to come fold ya
Got that molly, coke, and them xans
So trust me kid I hate being sober
Big star, man I really dig [?]
Push that xan
Make you feel that [?]
Like [?] the gram [?] a single picture
Hit her dm’s like “Yo” she pullin’ her tits out
Sip star, sippin’ on elixir
Take a toke of the runtz, I ain’t feelin pissed off
She got [?] in her mouth [?]
Now I’m fucking on her friend, who’s bringing a sister
Mid-sex, man enter the room, she telling me “Shh”
So I tell her don’t panic
Still [?] in the air
So I jump out the sheets and I tell him “Stop capping”
Fuck sake, money [?]
Like his bitches knee’s
I can see his heart cramping
Ramping with both hands in the air
Like brother it’s cool, let me tell you what happened
Not my fault, she loving the D
All for the times she ain’t loving on me
All for the gang, really had her bend over
It’s not my fault, you fell in love with a treesh
Not my fault, she loving the D
All for the times she ain’t loving on me
All for the gang, really had her bend over
It’s not my fault, you fell in love with a treesh
I’m smoking cannabis
Keep dodging all these cameras
My Chrome Hearts coat got keys of coke
I’m huffin’ up these canisters
No rules, ain’t got no managers
These people aren’t a fan of us
I keep [?] toting calibers
I’ve had gaffs inside the palaces, aye
Mix sprite with medicine
Got a bad lil’ bitch with melanin
I smoke good, its wrapped in elements
I rock Number (N)ine with the Vetements
Don’t come to me without relevance
I’m a pretty boy and I’m elegant
Scouse kid, look like a skeleton
I think I’ve had too many amphetamines
I’m ballied up like a soldier
Don’t worry ’bout what I sold you
Lad this baddie’s calling me line
I think I lost all me composure
Got me brother right on my shoulder
He’s not hesistant to come fold ya
Got that molly, coke, and them xans
So trust me kid I hate being sober