SUICIDE

(альбом: SUICIDE. - 2015)

Now it's such a good night for the end of us
Envious of God, I eat some shrooms so I can level up
Depression's just my head telling me I need to step it up
Never learn my lessons 'cause my life's just an event for us
Never what they want, I don't stop for the kids that do it right
Apocalypse in my vision and purple haze up in my sight
[?] come crashing down through the fucking night
And all I see is smoke coming out the flash in the light
Cracks in the wall, never lost, always staying low
Abandoning my soul for a coffin to call my home
Tripping in ways and flipping my gaze to the shit that I ain't even know
I'm a pimp, in my dreams when I fall asleep
All that I see is a ghost macking on these hoes
Two-faced, these bitches too late
Maybe back in '95
Everybody grows like trees when they [?] those that die
Shading in the lines of my mind as I'm going blind
Never seen [?] creeping from the darkness in my eyes

Suicide
Fucking suicide

Drop dead, I drop
It ain't ever gonna stop me, though
Every time I come alive all I can see is drama, though
Everybody wanna die unless they got some alcohol
I gotta sell them drugs and make that money from the fucking shows
Weed up in my pocket 'cause it's all I ever wanna do
And make this fucking music
Boy, you fake as shit, it's fucking true
Ain't nobody like me, you step to me, I say "Who is you?"
Fuck having a family, all I got with me is my fucking crew
Bitch