Steroids

[Verse 1: Serengeti]

He wished his wife would get off roids

Always find the pills and needles in his boy's toys

Forget her, man, he's outta here tomorrow

Him and the baby, they're gonna move to [?]

He'll tend bar, raise the baby to be a tsar

Won't stay 'side his ex-wife who's as big as a car

In [?] what happened to his R&R

Never told his family members exactly how distraught they are

But then again, he hadn't spoken till his grown years

Never really small talked or even downed a couple beers

Usually nodded and never knew each other well

And talked shit about each other like before the Kremlin fell

But then again, he knew his wife liked roids

Thought a habit that she could break, like shit you did when you was a boy

Such as shitting yourself and only eating candy

Or during sophomore year, drinking his dad's brandy

[Bridge: Serengeti]

Just a phase

Not a grown woman roid rage

He was gonna take the woman

And put her in a small cage

Forget the trouble

Tired of being the odd couple

He was always burnt out

Man, I was feeling struggle

[Verse 2: Serengeti]

Floor bar, [doffing PPR][?]

Warner Brothers from the northern central part of Halliburton

The iron curtain, his wife stays crazy in a roid rage

Looking for things to lift and getting so pissed

But fine, he'll be a single European father

Raising a young tsar and never talking to his oldest uncle

And mind, she was just lonely turning into a dude

Posters of Ultimate Warrior, "Ravishing" Rick Rude

Thanks to steroids, due to pressures of Halliburton

A central north part of the lake where wife served up beefcakes

And drank protein shakes

Across the hall is Vandra, teaches the boy ballet and speaks Czech

He doesn't know if [Geti's][?] precious yet

Meanwhile, roid-defined brow

Thank you, steroids, broke up a mother and her boy

Posters of the coat of arms and dreams of the Bolshoi

[? we will .. ]

[Verse 3: Doseone]

He liked it in his room of weak, his ways form

Born of flattest, blackest, most deadly

Lead and heavy he could lift from his chest, it was how

How he fought off depressed, and like

Stay vain for the man in the mirror

But it was vodka clear, bruh

It was juice pumping his iron

Something weak in the suit of a lion

Sleep like [rolling a can][?]

Not much man under that jungle of muscle

Barbiturate, temple body gone brothel

And it was [out of the cold][?] in a bottle

And his country [?]

All castle couldn't undo the lasso of attic

And endless tragic of keep of

Body that's constantly aging

The grave pain that becoming Adonis is

All those things that you're not, then

Like better father, great lover, [?]

Squeeze warmth out of your least-used muscle lump

That's something [?] end of the day, but hey

Dude's huge 'cause, uh

Problem is, problems is big

Today in this gives, takes, body hates

Bad break, goin' places in society, so it's

Another 45 on iron

A big bar, building the tissue

Giving the scar, dishing the issues

To [daughter indeed][?]

And you know what they say

For all of those who don't juice, bleed