One Last Look at the Damage

Play me some of that suicide pimpin', man

It's the most wanted
Most hated, most haunted
Boys that paid the cost
Slowly dying, but I'm flossing
Looking good, ain't he?
Boy bounced back from the dead
My business still shady
I still tip toe on the ledge

That shit ain't ever changing ($carecrow)
I take my chance riding dirty while speeding
Lane swanging (rah, rah)
I fucking made it to 30 without my neck breaking (ho, ho)
My gun that's holding a 30 that got his legs shaking (phew, phew, phew)
Meanwhile, his girl in the room with my picture masturbating (ooh, ooh)
Yeah, slowly crawling out the dirt (ha, ha)
When it comes to death I like to flirt (wha, wha)
My hills have eyes and a smirk (shya, shya)
My cuz got blues and he got that syrup, boy

If I, if I, If I keep it up
All these 30s are gonna kill me before I'm 30 (yeah, yeah)
Another day wasted up my nose and it's still early ($uicideboy$)
Don't you worry (no)
I'm always in a hurry, so I copped a foreign coupe (yeah, yeah, Skrrt)
Slidin' around town until I gotta pull up to the court at noon (objection)
Snort another blue
Now I'm feeling sorta blue
Nothing new (nah)
One of the chosen few
The rest of y'all give him some room (yah)
It's best if y'all didn't assume (yah)
That he is destined for imminent doom (yah)
Unless he is ready to get in the tomb (ahah)

Ruby such a bum but he make it look good
Trunk in the front
Yeah, that's what's under the hood
Talkin' all this shit, man, I wish y'all really would
Another million plays, man, I wish y'all really could



Credits
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Simon Green, Scott Arceneaux
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