Fact Fiction by TCM Optic Lyrics
(Tag: *Coming from the NextLane*)
(Chorus)
I’ve been off the Percocets, all on the counter, I ain't think it could get worse than death
I ain't never thought a feeling could be worse than death, I purchase it
I pray i never burn in hell
Burn in hell
I been off the Percocets all on the counter I ain't think it could get worse than death
I ain't never thought a feeling could be worse than death, I purchase it
I pray i never burn in hell
I pray this time I make it to the gates
(Verse 1)
Its a percocet a day until my nigga out the cage
Can't get out the fire like I'm running through a maze
Put a 4 up in a Solo once a day to slow the pace
I've been running in my dreams cause I can't stand when I'm awake
They thought I was insane for all the perkys i pop
I can't see you through the shades, vision blurry I drop
To the floor, if I'm blacking out again then I stop
But for now the white cap still got me numb
We've been going at a breakneck speed
I can't help but pop these beans
She done told me I can't breathe
Not until I right this dream
(Chorus)
I been off the Percocets all on the counter I ain't think it could get worse than death
I ain't never thought a feeling could be worse than death, I purchase it
I pray i never burn in hell
I burn in hell
I been off the Percocets all on the counter I ain't think it could get worse than death
I ain't never thought a feeling could be worse than death, I purchase it
I pray i never burn in hell
I pray this time I make it to the gates
(Verse 2)
Too fucked up, fill the cup to the ceiling
WRLD on drugs, pour the Juice to the limit
Pop the percs till you feel it
On some Peep shit
Niggas put a brick into a brick up on the burner, no skillet
Rest in peace bitch
I don't wanna die today
Running from the pain I need a hideaway
Stitch it up, you could see a nigga fly away
Up out the trenches I ain't even have a 5 to break
On god
I don't really write this way
But they told me light this way
By then end I might just say
I don't think you're good for me
(Chorus)
I been off the Percocets, all on the counter, I ain't think it could get worse than death
I ain't never thought a feeling could be worse than death, I purchase it
I pray i never burn in hell
Burn in hell
I been off the Percocets all on the counter I ain't think it could get worse than death
I ain't never thought a feeling could be worse than death, I purchase it
I pray i never burn in hell
I pray this time I make it to the gates
(Chorus)
I’ve been off the Percocets, all on the counter, I ain't think it could get worse than death
I ain't never thought a feeling could be worse than death, I purchase it
I pray i never burn in hell
Burn in hell
I been off the Percocets all on the counter I ain't think it could get worse than death
I ain't never thought a feeling could be worse than death, I purchase it
I pray i never burn in hell
I pray this time I make it to the gates
(Verse 1)
Its a percocet a day until my nigga out the cage
Can't get out the fire like I'm running through a maze
Put a 4 up in a Solo once a day to slow the pace
I've been running in my dreams cause I can't stand when I'm awake
They thought I was insane for all the perkys i pop
I can't see you through the shades, vision blurry I drop
To the floor, if I'm blacking out again then I stop
But for now the white cap still got me numb
We've been going at a breakneck speed
I can't help but pop these beans
She done told me I can't breathe
Not until I right this dream
(Chorus)
I been off the Percocets all on the counter I ain't think it could get worse than death
I ain't never thought a feeling could be worse than death, I purchase it
I pray i never burn in hell
I burn in hell
I been off the Percocets all on the counter I ain't think it could get worse than death
I ain't never thought a feeling could be worse than death, I purchase it
I pray i never burn in hell
I pray this time I make it to the gates
(Verse 2)
Too fucked up, fill the cup to the ceiling
WRLD on drugs, pour the Juice to the limit
Pop the percs till you feel it
On some Peep shit
Niggas put a brick into a brick up on the burner, no skillet
Rest in peace bitch
I don't wanna die today
Running from the pain I need a hideaway
Stitch it up, you could see a nigga fly away
Up out the trenches I ain't even have a 5 to break
On god
I don't really write this way
But they told me light this way
By then end I might just say
I don't think you're good for me
(Chorus)
I been off the Percocets, all on the counter, I ain't think it could get worse than death
I ain't never thought a feeling could be worse than death, I purchase it
I pray i never burn in hell
Burn in hell
I been off the Percocets all on the counter I ain't think it could get worse than death
I ain't never thought a feeling could be worse than death, I purchase it
I pray i never burn in hell
I pray this time I make it to the gates