Codeine Tears in Her Fanta
SICKBOYRARI Lyrics


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Lean tears when I met her in her Fanta in Atlanta, aah
Throwing 4's up in the sky, my soldiers cry
Throwing 4's up in the sky, my whoadie why
Lean tears in her Fanta when I met her like why
Barbie hummer, trap doing numbers, my whoadie ight
Throwing 4's up in the sky, my soldiers cry
Throwing 4's up in the sky, my whoadie died
Lean tears in her Fanta when I met like why
Barbie hummer, trap doing numbers, my whoadie ight
Throwing 4's up in the sky, my soldiers cry
Throwing 4's up in the sky,
My whoadie died My whoadie cry, my whoadie cry
Lean tears in her Fanta when I met her like why
Why, why
Like why
Lean tears in her Fanta when I met her like why
Diamonds color lean in the Fanta all in Atlanta, ah
Rich bitch, drop top Beamer, I can't stand her, ah
Trap phone color of 'caine, still pouring 4's
Trap phone color of 'caine,
Still pouring 4's Pouring 4's and throwing 4's
And throwing 4's and throwing 4's
And pouring 4's and throwing 4's 4's Rich
Bitch, yellow Beamer when we ride, ride slow
Smoking on thoyoin when we go dumb, oh
Dancing with my shooters in the party, we going wild
Throwing 4's up in the sky, my soldiers cry
Lean tears in her Fanta when I met like why
Barbie hummer, trap doing numbers, my whoadie ight
Barbie hummer, trap doing numbers, my whoadie ight
Lean tears in her Fanta when I met like why
Lean tears in her Fanta when I met like why
Barbie hummer, trap doing numbers, my whoadie ight
Throwing 4's up in the sky, my soldiers cry
Throwing 4's up in the sky, my whoadie died
Lean tears in her Fanta when I met like why
Barbie hummer, trap doing numbers, my whoadie ight




Throwing 4's up in the sky, my soldiers cry
Throwing 4's up in the sky, my whoadie died

Overall Meaning

"Codeine Tears in Her Fanta" is a mournful, hypnotic tune that blends rap and trap genres. These lyrics express the singer's sorrow and pain over the loss of a friend, who may have died due to drug addiction. He relates his own use of codeine and how it has contributed to his friend's death, but it's unclear whether he is truly remorseful or just living a life where it is easy to become numb.


The singer describes meeting a girl in Atlanta, whose presence failed to distract him from the pain he felt inside. The girl drinks a Fanta mixed with Lean (a codeine-containing cough syrup), which results in "lean tears" falling from her eyes. In the chorus, the singer throws up 4's for his fallen friend, as he tries to cope with the grief of losing his whoadie (slang for close friend or running mate).


In the second verse, the lyrics paint a picture of a life of excess, where a rich woman drives around in a drop-top Beemer that the singer cannot stand. He and his friends smoke "thoyoin," a slang term for another painkiller, while they ride in her yellow Beemer, throwing up 4's and causing chaos. However, eventually, the singer repeats that he is crying tear drops colored with lean in his Fanta, when he remembers his fallen friend.


Line by Line Meaning

Lean tears when I met her in her Fanta in Atlanta, aah
She had been crying because of the cough syrup mixed in her Fanta when I first saw her in Atlanta.


Throwing 4's up in the sky, my soldiers cry
My friends and I raise our hands in the shape of the number 4 to honor those who have died from using lean.


Throwing 4's up in the sky, my whoadie why
My friend is wondering why he has to suffer from addiction to lean and the loss of his friends who used it.


Lean tears in her Fanta when I met her like why
She was crying because she was addicted to cough syrup and couldn't escape the pain it caused her.


Barbie hummer, trap doing numbers, my whoadie ight
Despite the tragedy surrounding us, our trap music is successful in making money and providing some light in our dark world.


Diamonds color lean in the Fanta all in Atlanta, ah
The diamonds on my jewelry glimmer in the light like the liquid codeine found in Fanta drinks, a symbol of the pervasive influence that lean has in Atlanta.


Rich bitch, drop top Beamer, I can't stand her, ah
I dislike the wealthy woman driving a fancy car because she has not experienced the same struggles with addiction and loss that I and my friends have faced.


Trap phone color of 'caine, still pouring 4's
Even though my drug-dealing phone is associated with cocaine, I still pour up and drink lean with my friends who have died from using it.


Pouring 4's and throwing 4's
We pour ourselves cups of lean and also raise our hands in honor of those who have died from its use.


Bitch, yellow Beamer when we ride, ride slow
We drive slowly in a yellow BMW, sipping on lean and taking our time in life as a form of escape from our harsh reality.


Smoking on thoyoin when we go dumb, oh
We smoke marijuana and drink lean to the point of losing control and numbing ourselves from the pain of addiction and loss.


Dancing with my shooters in the party, we going wild
I dance with my friends who also sell drugs and together we lose ourselves in the moment, trying to forget our pain and struggles.


Why, why
I question why we have to suffer from addiction and loss, and why the use of lean is so prevalent in our community.


Throwing 4's up in the sky, my whoadie cry, my whoadie cry
My friend cries over the loss of his friends who have died from using lean, and we honor them by raising our hands in the shape of the number 4.




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@darkslide180

this song is beyond comprehension sometimes...... (like esp right now while im high on crack and fent..) krays flow is really like an entirely different derelict (in the BEST way possible) of the english language..
i dont even know if that the correct use of derelict but im thinking of the Halo 1 map and im pretty sure its relevant,.....idk who knows all i know is this song is timeless, and if you have any questions as to why just read the description........
"dancin wid mah shootah inah party we goin whyyy
throwin 4s up inah sky mah soljuh cryy
lean tears in her fanta when i met like whyy barbie hummer trap doin numbers my whoadi ighhh"

a truly timeless classic that will never get the recognition it deserves......real niggas know wassup tho and thats all that matters

-Legoman



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@sk8tbrdt

1 MILLI , GRAZYY 😢 I LOVE YALL

@Lexonxel

Love ya kray! From Miami

@Itdontevenmatter

Goat

@davidcryptt

legend

@desmadiomands9666

baggie full of vitamin gummies

@sharptoaster2142

Luv u kray

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@Dosomething4yourself

kray you changed my life bro. i always come back to this track when i feel like nothing and it makes me feel. i’ll never be able to describe it and my homies don’t get it but your music is special, your shit sounds like it means something. i know you’ll never read this and it’ll get lost in the sea of comments, but you changed my life kray and you don’t get any of the recognition you should. (Edit: a year later and we still bumping this…glad to see y’all understood me hope everyone doing well) (Edit #2: Congrats on the mil, makes me so happy)

@aidenchillin8038

I feel that broski I be listenin to this song and a few others when I feel like shiet and this shit uplifting af

@jd7338

I agree bro none of my homies be feeling this. But I’ve been listening to this since I was 12 and I’m 16 now. Time flies and every time I feel down I come back to this song and the vibe is just amazing. Makes me forget, this music is art, therapy, and memories. Nobody will ever understand

@zassovirtual

He’s a normal human like us bro I’m pretty sure he seen yo shit 👍🏾

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