$uicideboy$ - High Tide in the Snake's Nest

Mannequins Are My Best of Friends

Ridin' down the block in a 'Lac
Got a Glock in my Lap
As I holler "Where ye at?"
No fear of attack because I know his peers ain't got his back
Creepin and I'm peepin now the tank outta gas
Head home to the 7th Ward, the ride there was fast at last
Walkin into the house I know the moment passed
Then I look into the mirror noticed shattered glas
Lookin like a spider web caused by a blast

Trappin' out the pine box
Hades got the block hot
Heroin in my shoebox
Now with the blood clot
Used to sell that dope but still never had no money
Slangin' to feed my habits addict servin up a junkie
I- I find it funny when I started tip toe with the reaper
He started runnin' cause I usually start to beg and plead him
To take my soul, take my life, take my last breath
He never did so I took his and I manifest

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Writer(s): Seth Haley, Kevin Pouya, Scott Arceneaux
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