Tasha the Amazon - Pica**o Leaning lyrics

[Verse 1: Tasha the Amazon] Something like Never-Never Land Cuz we ain't getting grown And the nights, they don't never end Cuz we never go home It's the subwoof in the ride Bump the trunk up to the sky Blowing O's in the Poconos Smoke signals from my tribe Call it what you want to call it This whole room is alcoholics Cup full and empty wallets Problems of the young and lawless You know it's levels to the dirt A gram is for fun and a thousand is work I sip a lager and my man's sipping zerp Just trying to get turnt like Petey Pab's shirt The room's spinning like a chopper Got some OGs who ain't f**ing with coppers I carry the weight of my crew and my sins Everyone's looking at me for a win Just quiet that part of me that say I ought to be Regular instead of living this odyssey You could not possibly get my biography You too afraid to do life with velocity Gun still at your waist, I already pulled triggers I'm a lover but I am a k**er I'm a finisher, you're a beginner Give me my seven figures Just a scholar with dangerous tendencies Days are so sick and the night, the remedy Oh God, I pray that we don't get dependencies Oh God, I pray we don't run out of Hennessy [Hook] Pica**o leaning, Pica**o leaning I been Pica**o leaning, Pica**o leaning Faces, faces, faces, I can't see straight I been on this train for like a week straight I been Pica**o leaning, I been Pica**o leaning [Verse 2: Tasha The Amazon] What's a man to an eagle? What's an eagle to a plane? What's a plane to motherf**er Flying high on everything? Take a flight on some doses Candy-flipping till I'm sipping on mimosas All my mans on a rollercoaster Everyone feeling enhanced, Sammy Sosa (I'm rolling) I don't need a reason Tim Leary of the rap season (I'm rolling) seeing synesthesia Whole body shook like I hit a taser Can't sleep any any way now We've been living too fast Seems like when I try to slow down, I just hit the gas Started like J-Kwon getting tipsy Looked ahead saw the slope getting slippery Jumped on and spun away like a Frisbee Smoking out and pouring up, word to Pimp C Did it all night long, word to Richie Want to break every rule, word to Fifty Put in work, it was worth it, that's Missy Speeding in my lane, don't care if it's risky Forgive me, forgive me, these 40s and folly And my youngins who popping that molly Who lose it, they lose it like car keys Till dresses get soggy Still plotting too much, pushing too much I'm 10 steps ahead, that's a lonely place So I knock out my brains, a chemical punch And make a Pica**o out of my face [Hook] Pica**o leaning, Pica**o leaning I been Pica**o leaning, Pica**o leaning Faces, faces, faces, I can't see straight I been on this train for like a week straight I been Pica**o leaning, I been Pica**o leaning