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(Aye, aye) Reach into my pocket, then I grab a couple crumbled tonics We look like some crumbled donnies Blunted out, then fussing something Paranoia, turn my stomach H1 Hummer, rough and rugged Desert camo truck to the front, shirt unbuttoned seat adjusted One-hundred miles per hour, bitch, I've seen my custom 'Till life in the fast lane nothing And the motherfucking gas tank dumpin' Ashes are laughin' Fucking duckin' what comes from the Government Peelin' out until the sunset Eyes so low, look like a sunset Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away (always!) Back on my bullshit Now I have to pay a bet Put my foot on the fuckin' brakes Silent for life, he came Yung Christ All I got was a death wish and centerpiece of $uicide Fuck this ego, fuck this rap SongtexteEasily execution On my side Homicide, homicide But we used to all the time We in the Benz, off the benzos our depression clinical (right) You hear me? We in the Benz, off the benzos our depression clinical, clinical, clinical mind $uicide $uicide Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away (always!) We are tired of this new world I don't want to be here $uicide, $uicide, my end $uicide, $uicide, my end You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son Meet me by the moon (right) Half past dusk (fuck that) Back from the dust, Cut Throat He loves them drugs and guns Jump in the cut Got about 20k and a gun (what?) Got a bottle of Adderall, cigarette butts Every day adds up Do I look like I give a fuck? (No) Every day up every night (what?) Bloody knife serving them DA Death will be right in front of ya', yeah (what?) Still wouldn't recognize her (hold up) Got a death list, that's some still gotta catch this motherfucking dick grave Die bitch, die, bitch You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son Ay, you ever had to dig your own grave? Live your life with no name? Backwood full of dro' mane, Okay '96 Benz with that cocaine Pay hoe high tell my death got a propane tank Blow gas seeping all over the house every time i say so Light a fucking match Let that tank blow So glad I stayed home Someone called the cops on the payphone Flames all around me, man I hope they fucking drown me Crown made of ashes, only way they fucking found me Forget about me, only way you might not feel so lousy Forget about me, on my own head out with the price, the bounty You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son In New Orleans, there were many bizarre things I always saw growing up here—especially in the graveyards And as a child, I spent a lot of time in the graveyards And as an adult, I still spend a lot of time in the graveyards But as a child, it was a regular week-end thing to do I always needed to know why Uhm, sometimes my why's got me in trouble For my last trick, I don't think I'm cut out for this rap shit "Ay, you wanna keep going, or?" "Nah, that's it." "$uicide", I'm fucking screamin' from the rooftop The only thing I ever did was mentioning ever since $lick Burn me a CD of Lil Wayne, that shit probably still in my boombox But nowadays, I can walk into an establishment and select myself on a fucking jukebox If I wanted to cop a black countach Drive that shit like two blocks and then I smash in the back of a new cop car, now I think I'm on a two Yeah, just get a bunch of face tats, it's gonna be cool Man, fuck you. Why you acting like such a bitch? SoundCloud that, SoundCloud that, SoundCloud that Make sure y'all [?]Ay man, cut that shit off, man. It sucks man, garbage, man Sounds like a fucking generic Three 6, man Fuck the $uicideboy$, shitty ass music Too dumb. Get the fuck outta here Change the station, they fucking wack They're way too fucking short. Get the fuck outta here Yeah, still feel like I'm losing, ay Me and kin still feel like we losing, ay We still feel like we losing, ay Losing, losing I'm on the lean, yeah, that drank I'm on them bars, blowing thing I'm on a lot amphetamines Got no time for sleep, lost in my thoughts I don't know who a friend or who a enemy Nurtured and disturbed, down from head to toe Have feelings sometimes gotta let it go Plenty of days, thought shit was over Creator of the movement, creator of the music Still feel like I'm losing Aus Songtexte Mania