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$uicideboy$ - You're Now Tuning Into 66.6 FM With DJ Rapture (The Hottest Hour Of The Evening)
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- Артист
- $uicideboy$
- Жанр
- Рэп и хип-хоп
- Длительность
- 2:14
- Размер
- 3,2 МБ
- Дата релиза
- 25.05.2017
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Sink back in that fucking spine, second-guessing crime 7th Ward where I snort a slug and cross the fucking line West Bank/Northside 'till the coffin ride Who am I? I am God; I am Basquiat Trap-a-holics mixtapes Man, drop this shit for these fuck niggas Grey*59 signed Rough diamonds, tryna shine Christ and I, $ui-$uicide You know, you know, you know I’m Diving head first when crucified Lucifer cried when I told him I’m choosing to die Noose and a knife, but I ain’t use the knife To loosen the noose, keep it tight Abusing the truth, that’s a lie Fuckboy with a ski mask think he gon' rob me blind? Fuckboy better think fast when he cock the nine Fuckboy better— Fuckboy better, sink back in that fucking spine, second-guessin' crime 7th Ward where I snort a slug and cross the fucking line Yet another line inside the cup, another line you should look up Another line that shook you up, I signed the line for Lucifer Damn son, where’d you find this? Real trap shit! Bitch, I’m grey 'till the death, yeah, uh Never gave a fuck 'bout dyin', no, uh Even when I was a jit, woe Pop a jig, load the rig with that motherfucking China white Fuck it if I die tonight, I’m gamblin' with my fucking life West Bank/Northside 'till the coffin ride Who am I? I am God; I am Basquiat Yung Kurt Cobain with the scarred veins Mentally deranged, hear the crows say my name («$carecrow!») I’m just wastin' my time, I’m just wastin' my breath Why can’t I just die? Why can’t I go next? Why we get no respect? Why I love holding TEC’s? Xanax bar on my neck, I pop 'em, pop 'em 'till death This ain’t no motherfuckin' trend, every day feel like the end Feed me, feed me medicine, so I can’t feel my sins
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