A Death in the Ocean Would Be Beautiful

Finish him!

Percocets and the codeine, got me floating
Opiates, I'm a junkie, fuck the money
3rd Ward in the dope house, keep a closed mouth
In the ghetto, bitch, I got clout
Never seen droughts

Hit the route where the felons lurk
Tony's in the dirt, findin' work
Got my 20 shirts, tell the homie, "Fuck your turf"
Triple six, don't make me manifest
Bulletproof, the vest
Lucifer done made me promises, and that's an honest threat

Oozing feeling Gucci when them pills slide down my throat
Loosely take a couple, feelin' woozy how I cope
Burning wax, but ain't no candles
I can't handle what I know
What I don't know, I will try and probably use until I croak

I done fucked all of these bitches
I don't trust them, so I don't fuck a ho
Pussy's just another hole that I crawl in and out of
Slit my throat, I'll die inside of a bitch
I be that downward spiral-looking motherfucker tryna aim a rifle
911, don't fucking dial



Credits
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux
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