$uicideboy$ - Sing Me a Lullaby, My Sweet Temptation

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Hold tight (you did good, $lick) hold tight
(It's a Smash) I'm noticin' the mine, I'm noticin' the mine
Hold tight, hold tight, I'm noticin' the mine, I'm noticin' the mine
Hold tight, hold tight, I'm noticin' the mine, I'm noticin' the mine
Hold tight, hold tight, I'm noticin' the mine, I'm noticin' the mine

Yo, light that cigarette, I'm trippin', ash it on my bitches
Takin' my dose, I never skip it, still in my hood up, pistol grippin'
Still got a hunnid blunts, got that Bape up in my cup
Stay with a bitch in the cut, who stay with my dick in her guts, yeah

Wetto the king of the Grey, self-park, I don't fuck with the valet, sheesh
Private jet, fuck a delay, went to Paris and back in a day
Okay, no, I'm never okay, bitch, stop askin'
Came up and supported my family

Just for that they should give me a Grammy, uh
Runnin' and duckin' the slammer, uh
Thinkin' 'bout cockin' the hammer
The lights, the glitter, the glamour, uh

None of this shit even matter
None of this shit made me happy
Wound up in rehab instead of a casket
Lockin' me up and they had the rooms padded
Made a straitjacket my fashion

Ruby the motherfucker grim reapin', I'm undercover
Soul seekin', I found another bitch who thinkin' that I'm her lover, no
Reason I keep on shruggin', blunt is cashed, let's keep 'em comin'
Only weed keeps me from buggin' and from seekin' out more destruction

I'm a pro at self-doubt, but I doubt I'll ever know
That these bitches want me to fly 'em out just because I upped the glow
All these fuckboys wanna be me, but they keep it on the low
And talk shit about me and my cousin while we're thumbin' through our dough
All this fame is such a curse, sometimes I wish I was a ghost
Watch me raise the fuckin' dead next time I'm on stage at a show

Haunted, haunted, haunted, haunted
Haunted, haunted, haunted, haunted
Haunted, haunted, I can't escape my mind
It's like I'm doin' time, all the time

Exhausted, lost it, just one little line
Have this talk with God all the time, yeah
Haunted, haunted, I can't escape my mind
It's like I'm doin' time all the time
Exhausted, lost it, just one little line
Have this talk with God all the time, yeah

All the time, yeah

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Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux, Derrick Hill
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