Suicide Bay
They said we wasn't shit, Now they all want to die
Sold souls grow cold, With the devil on my side
Sippin 4s, swervin' slow, with them 20s on my ride
Pussy strong because I GLO, but all them hoes they get denied
Nother bitch, nother day, with another blunt smoked
Hit the switches on the lake, on my mirror is a rope
Suicide til we ashes, fit the Nine Grey bastards
After that just take my urn and fucking dump it on the pastor
I used to be passive, so when I pass please
Just grab a wrap and, roll me up and smoke me
I'm talking bout' my ashes, Yeah just let me go off
I'm from the Se7en, ain't no heaven, in my destination
[?] your breath and aiming for the lake
I'm betting on how long it takes for me to sink below
I go so low, so low, ain't got no hoe I know I'm dead
Cause when it's cold outside I see no breath
I know I'm dead
Because my neck is red from rigamortis
Settling, I'm settling down underneath the ground, inside the grave
I slick keep digging, yeah you never finished because death is eternal
Bitch im Infernal, eternally determined
To MURDER MYSELF
With the pain that I've engraved all up in my sub conscious
From the self doubt among a couple other problems
I make my way through the flames
Unmasked like Kane, brimstones in my pocket
There ain't shit that you constructed
So the fuck down is where you can sit
Ridin round with suicide
In the N.O. on that Voodoo tip
When I blow up I'm gonna cop a necklace that's doubles as a belt
And when I murder myself
Please play reservoir dogs at my celebration of life
I don't want a funeral I don't want no crying
Tell my mama that I'm sorry
This is not her fault
Remember when I spilt the apple juice in the hall
Feeding what's eating at me
I will feast until I starve
Behaving self destructive
Hip hop cracked my shell up open
Unleashed my soul planted a third eye up on my fore
Closing out the openings of stores
When I go off, when I go off
Feelin like Gorilla Zoe mixtape a month
I get so lost when I'm in the booth, when I press record
I just might say Thank you base God
On a song with $uicideboy$ oh my Lord
Feelin evil lucid I might peel em like I'm Luca Magnotta
Rockin Rothco with my papa Derek Deano, bumping Clams Casino
Wrestling with my demons like Ricky The Dragon Steamboat
MitcHy Man Savage Carlito
I record on an Apple with a Hawaiian shirt on
Rowdy Roddy Piper mixed with a rowdy mothafucka off the street
I'm always spittin' one too many
Sold souls grow cold, With the devil on my side
Sippin 4s, swervin' slow, with them 20s on my ride
Pussy strong because I GLO, but all them hoes they get denied
Nother bitch, nother day, with another blunt smoked
Hit the switches on the lake, on my mirror is a rope
Suicide til we ashes, fit the Nine Grey bastards
After that just take my urn and fucking dump it on the pastor
I used to be passive, so when I pass please
Just grab a wrap and, roll me up and smoke me
I'm talking bout' my ashes, Yeah just let me go off
I'm from the Se7en, ain't no heaven, in my destination
[?] your breath and aiming for the lake
I'm betting on how long it takes for me to sink below
I go so low, so low, ain't got no hoe I know I'm dead
Cause when it's cold outside I see no breath
I know I'm dead
Because my neck is red from rigamortis
Settling, I'm settling down underneath the ground, inside the grave
I slick keep digging, yeah you never finished because death is eternal
Bitch im Infernal, eternally determined
To MURDER MYSELF
With the pain that I've engraved all up in my sub conscious
From the self doubt among a couple other problems
I make my way through the flames
Unmasked like Kane, brimstones in my pocket
There ain't shit that you constructed
So the fuck down is where you can sit
Ridin round with suicide
In the N.O. on that Voodoo tip
When I blow up I'm gonna cop a necklace that's doubles as a belt
And when I murder myself
Please play reservoir dogs at my celebration of life
I don't want a funeral I don't want no crying
Tell my mama that I'm sorry
This is not her fault
Remember when I spilt the apple juice in the hall
Feeding what's eating at me
I will feast until I starve
Behaving self destructive
Hip hop cracked my shell up open
Unleashed my soul planted a third eye up on my fore
Closing out the openings of stores
When I go off, when I go off
Feelin like Gorilla Zoe mixtape a month
I get so lost when I'm in the booth, when I press record
I just might say Thank you base God
On a song with $uicideboy$ oh my Lord
Feelin evil lucid I might peel em like I'm Luca Magnotta
Rockin Rothco with my papa Derek Deano, bumping Clams Casino
Wrestling with my demons like Ricky The Dragon Steamboat
MitcHy Man Savage Carlito
I record on an Apple with a Hawaiian shirt on
Rowdy Roddy Piper mixed with a rowdy mothafucka off the street
I'm always spittin' one too many
Credits
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Anthony Jr Arceneaux, Mitchell Bay
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