Bliss Lyrics

[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliot]
I blink twice 'til my eyes close on my face
Deep breaths, struggling to reach home base
Awkward nigga, mother f*cker this is a race
God made me great, so I been invisible to hate
Partly humane, part of the same, part of the game
Used to smoke a Parliment before I partied with my pain
And Bacardi was the same, 151 to your brain
But I'd rather beg my pardon than to party with you lames

[Hook: Meechy Darko]
F*ck money, f*ck friends, f*ck family
F*ck pussy, f*ck drugs, f*ck sanity
I don't give a shit, Why?
Cause ignorance is bliss, right
F*ck the law, f*ck the president and white house
F*ck the jury, f*ck the judge in the nightgown
I don't give a shit, Why?
Cause ignorance is bliss, right

[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
Sit back and analyze my life like Montana did white
All the bitches I hit, and all the bitches I might
Clearly underrated amongst all the favorite
But f*ck it, my styles like (?)
I'mma keep smoking 'til my lungs collapse
And f*ck y'all laws, I'mma keep my straps
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I'm better off dead, somebody fill my head up with lead
Dropped outta high school, lint in my pocket
I picked up the profit, the block bitchin, bitches is hawkin'
Grandma don't want me, Grandpa kinda lonely
Pay my dues, wear my jewels, refuse, never I lose
F*ck that, on my last dollar and my bus pass
F*ckin' with some niggas that'll give a mother f*ck
Who f*ckin with us? No one f*ckin with us, time to reconsider
Zombie gang, walking dead, none iller

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]
F*ck your faculty, your fans, and your music
F*ck the engineer, and the nigga that produced it
F*ck your religion, your god, and your guidance
Tell Virgin Mary time for Meech to pop that hymen
F*ck the Moon, f*ck the stars, f*ck Venus and Mars
F*ck a Rolex and diamond ring with them flashy cars
F*ck the last supper, f*ck your church and it's gospel
F*ck them halfway dead niggas in the hospital
F*ck my left lung, f*ck my right lung
F*ck my chrome gun, f*ck my black gun
F*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck
Drop five bombs, f*ck that I'm on
Like the mic I record with, f*ck global warming
F*ck heaven and hell, purgatory
F*ck the pastor, f*ck you for giving him offering
F*ckin' exhausted from all these f*cks
I'm f*ckin' off this nigga, what the f*ck

[Hook]

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