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$uicideboy$ - Face It
Face It
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VERSE I: LIL CHOPPA
Choppa with choppa stay loaded
Bullet shells all on your floor
Trying to get higher
Ruby got fire
I'm fucked up
He fucked up
Whole grey fucked up
You done fucked up
Passing the blunt
Boy you know whats up
Whats good my G
Drunk driving but its just codeine
Keeping that heat on my side
Welcome to my life everyday
Life every night
We all gon' die
Prolly gon' fry
Fuck being sober I stay high
40 oz got sipped
Purple and yellow and red
Only drink I mix
Big bag of that dope
Drip down my throat
VERSE II: ROMEO DA BLACK ROSE
Got your bitch besides my coffin
Yeah I call her Juliet
Told her not to weep
Just make sure that you fix my fucking neck
I'm out of breath from smoking blunts
I'm too fucked up from sipping Tech
Was I kissing on your bitch?
Or did I kiss the fucking TEC?
Paint me a new picture
Picture that I pictured death
Now my picture perfect moment stained with pieces of my head
Hate all of this bullshit
Man I hate all of this stress
Imagine that
The more press that we get the closer I can feel my death
Choppa with choppa stay loaded
Bullet shells all on your floor
Trying to get higher
Ruby got fire
I'm fucked up
He fucked up
Whole grey fucked up
You done fucked up
Passing the blunt
Boy you know whats up
Whats good my G
Drunk driving but its just codeine
Keeping that heat on my side
Welcome to my life everyday
Life every night
We all gon' die
Prolly gon' fry
Fuck being sober I stay high
40 oz got sipped
Purple and yellow and red
Only drink I mix
Big bag of that dope
Drip down my throat
VERSE II: ROMEO DA BLACK ROSE
Got your bitch besides my coffin
Yeah I call her Juliet
Told her not to weep
Just make sure that you fix my fucking neck
I'm out of breath from smoking blunts
I'm too fucked up from sipping Tech
Was I kissing on your bitch?
Or did I kiss the fucking TEC?
Paint me a new picture
Picture that I pictured death
Now my picture perfect moment stained with pieces of my head
Hate all of this bullshit
Man I hate all of this stress
Imagine that
The more press that we get the closer I can feel my death
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| Tekst: |
Ruby da Cherry, $crim Edytuj metrykę |
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| Rok wydania: |
2017 |
| Płyty: |
KILL YOURSELF PART XVII: THE SUBURBAN SACRIFICE SAGA |