Overdose

[Jackie Long] And I'ma leave on one more note One more motherfuckin' note It's like this, look at him [Intro: Drake] I ain't been here in a minute Cut the lights off I feel fantastic right now, baby [Verse 1: Drake] I said I used to keep the porch lights on And now I keep the Porsche's lights on Just to let them know their foresight's wrong Where this rapper goin' with that obscure ice on? He a lame, I'm just tryna get my mature life on OD, OD, everybody know me Even fans that resemble them kids in the O.C. Oh me, oh my, them girls love me like Seth Cohen So get a grip, get a glass, pour the X.O. in I dare one of these niggas to say I'm not insane Pick a road, 'cause where you drivin' is not a lane And rest in peace to Pimp C, life is not a game Takin' over the world, no Pinky, just a lotta brain He 'bout to send them, the shit that I'm on You prob'ly could have predicted I'm on My sense of judgment's officially gone Up into the air all the smoke from the Swisher is blown I'm grown, I'm grown I'm livin' in this elevated zone alone I'm up so high I'm never comin' down And you say you got them hoes, but they never comin' round I got Penthouse walls, I stay high above your ass And I can see it all, my balcony is glass And wifey's over (bitches), but money's over (her) 'Cause money's under (nothin'), my life is such a (blur) That's not the way it has to go, that's just what I prefer And do not disagree with me, it's best you just concur I'm a legend with a legacy that can't help but survive Even when I fuckin' die they gonna bury me alive [Hook: Drake] And I'm so prestigious I brought my niggas from the hood to the beaches I'm livin' good, grippin' wood with all the features Jesus, my money straight, no creases, p-p-peep this We got bottles over here Kush is in the air, we good (OD, OD) Bitches over there, we good (OD, OD) Money on the floor, we good OD, OD, everybody know me [Verse 2: Travis McCoy] Oh no, Travie high on life again Feel like I swallowed a whole bottle of Vicodin So high I wanna cry like tiny violins In my best mode, Depeche Mode, enjoy the silence Stop the violence – how, when every line Is like the motherfuckin' Watts riots pourin' out of my pen? Aight then, be easy, I'ma get back Gentleman with a superlative use of syntax And I done gave up the narcotics But I can't leave the crib without some xanax in my wallet Hello, my name is Travie, and I'm a life-aholic Told 'em all these beats is like the Wallace to my Gromit The Alfred to my Bruce Wayne, stripes on my candy cane One without the other, Soul 4 Real without the Candy Rain Super trooper like a gun-totin' handyman Ask me how I'm livin', bet I tell ya fine and dandy, man Check his vital signs, they peakin' off the meter, man I'ma live forever in Neverland with Peter Pan Fuck pullin' the nine out, I'll pull a Amy Winehouse Sippin' Purple Rain with Mary Jane girls in my house Isaiah, I'ma see ya when I get there Until then hold me down like gravity, it's Travie (Uno, easy) [Hook: Drake] And I'm so prestigious I brought my niggas from the hood to the beaches I'm livin' good, grippin' wood with all the features Jesus, my money straight, no creases, p-p-peep this We got bottles over here Kush is in the air, we good (OD, OD) Bitches over there, we good (OD, OD) Money on the floor, we good OD, OD, everybody know me [Verse 3: Mickey Factz] Ha! I’m 'bout to overdose on life, somebody please pass the needle So if I comatose tonight, you won't have to ask the people If the things that I seen through my Prada frames got me paid Watch me, mane, I'm a cocky slave with this rocky chain I got I got my veins cluttered with this drug And this name of it is Fame and it's all up in my blood Tryna suppress the too fresh feeling I got, ooh yes I'm in it for the hugest duplex Livin' like I'm Hugh Hef, every other night I need a brunette For group sex, leave 'em with a bruised neck, then I yell "Who's next?", stand 'em in a line This is New Factz City, take this crack between your thighs (Yeah, Mickey, what you mean?) I'm promethazine, fuck the Queen Sniff the white horse of success, and then let him lean (Let 'em see) Tryna match my high on life (Then let 'em dream) Gotta catch the spot on my flight First-class, known of the aroma of the smoker life Got me like a stoner, a zoner, but nah, it's never over (Mickey, what you mean?) I stick my tongue out Sippin' Remy conceited, I'm teasin' every bum out Hung out with celebrities from every drug house So when you remember me, say that I was strung out (Mickey, what you mean?) I'm a addict for the green cash I'ma OD, so fluck goin' to rehab [Hook: Drake] And I'm so prestigious I brought my niggas from the hood to the beaches I'm livin' good, grippin' wood with all the features Jesus, my money straight, no creases, p-p-peep this We got bottles over here Kush is in the air, we good (OD, OD) Bitches over there, we good (OD, OD) Money on the floor, we good OD, OD, everybody know me