One Last Look At The Damage
$uicideBoy$
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
I take my chance riding dirty while speeding
Lane swangin'
I fucking made it to 30 without my neck breaking
My gun that's holding a 30 that got his legs shaking
Meanwhile his girl in the room with my picture masturbating (ooh, ooh)
Yeah, slowly crawling out the dirt
When it comes to death I like to flirt
My hills have eyes and a smirk
My cuz got blues and he got that syrup, boy
If I keep it up, all these 30s are gonna kill me before thirty
Another day wasted up my nose and it's still early
Don't you worry
I'm always in a hurry, so I copped a foreign coupe
Slidin' around town until I gotta pull up to the court at noon
Snort another blue
Now I'm feeling sorta blue
Nothing new
One of the chosen few
The rest of y'all give him some room
It's best if y'all didn't assume that he is destined for imminent doom
Unless he is ready to get in the tomb
Ruby such a bum but he make it look good
Trunk in the front
Yeah, that's what's under the hood
Talking' all this shit, man, I wish y'all really would
Another million plays, man, I wish y'all really could
Written by: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux, Simon GreenLyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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