Video Charles de Alberto Busch 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Alberto Busch - Charles Lyrics

This a fix
This a mood
This the shit
You don’t do
Need a fix
For my mood
This the shit
That I do
Ominous prey, catch of the day, cuttin through to its fat
Crush my brains, stuck in place, like train on a track
Have to say, what to tell em, cerebellum with the dreams
Tell em send em to the cellar, hellen keller type-a thing
I lost friends
By the dope
Feelin strange in my soul
Hate to sleep
Love the cold
I can't breathe
Ima choke
I got mountain sides in my vision
Accounts to rise in my business
No doubt in mind, on some king shit
So alkaline in my wisdom
Like
Woah
Act like i'm catching a cold, i got somе ash in my throat
Hm naw
Hittin the pen it explodеs, pickin up bits of my soul
Hm yeah
Bitchin i'm missing my lows, fidget i pick at my bones
Huh naw
Pickin at bits of my mind, pickin up silver and gold
This a fix
This a mood
This the shit
You don’t do
Need a fix
For my mood
This the shit
That I do
Ay, locked down outa my shit
Box and a coat
Down to the fifth
I got hot feet out in the cold
Lost in abyss
Coughin a brick
No more wait times in the bay side
Roll a five, take a dive, in the grave sight
Suck it dry, hit the tide, with a great stride
Pick a mic, hit it right, lemme take flight
I been on a bad mode, makin castles, burn the door down when i finish
I paint pastels, with my blood cells, put a bad smell in that linen
Make a kid
Lean back like
Picka team, hit the bean like a bagpipe
Rick-ety, crikety, she a bad type
Look at me, lick it clean, in the red light
Woah, tuckin a ten in my coat, wreckin the lessons i know
Mm naw
Sippin, I hit it to go, rippin this shit to my toes
Mh yeah
Listen, im wicked i know, chippin at wisdom my dome
Hm naw
This is the shit that i like, sick in the prison i know
This a fix
This a mood
This the shit
You don’t do
Need a fix
For my mood
This the shit
That I do