Kurt Cobain Lyrics

Okay, okay

Don't overmedicate

Won't live till 28

I feel like Kurt Cobain

And I won't ever change

Blow money every day (Yuh)

Now you are switching lanes

Won't ever fuck with lames

I hyperventilate

Stress eats me away

How come the ones that feel so real

End up being fake

Got ice in my veins

I feel like Johnny Dang

But that won't heal the pain

I might go M.I.A

I might go missing in action

Got the Choppa on me and I might just blast it

Bitch I'm booking you for a closed casket

Hiding the pills in the back of the cabinet

Purple and gold on me feel like I'm Magic

Suicide doors I went and just crashed it

Smoking his homie leave him in the past tense

Cry on his shoulder like don't know what happened

Jesus piece on

But no, I ain't Christian

Aint go anywhere

But damn I feel distant

Counting money all I do is addition

I know she love me and she so addictive

I ain't no goat but an honorable mention

Indian burn on his throat I keep twisting

Aint pulling this trigger I'm not going to risk it

I ain't no thug but I fit the description, bitch

Okay, okay

Don't overmedicate

Won't live till 28

I feel like Kurt Cobain

And I won't ever change

Blow money every day (Yuh)

Now you are switching lanes

Won't ever fuck with lames

I hyperventilate

Stress eats me away

How come the ones that feel so real

End up being fake

Got ice in my veins

I feel like Johnny Dang

But that won't heal the pain

I might go M.I.A