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Suicide
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12th Street Pharmacist
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Seismic Yeah (ayy, yeah) Put a gun right to my head (ayy, ayy, yeah) Lay me down and put me to rest (oh no) Takin' shots of codeine to the head (ayy, ayy, yeah) So I ain't gotta eel no more pain Suicide, suicide, ayy, yeah Suicide, ayy, yeah, suicide, yeah Suicide, ayy, yeah, suicide, ayy Suicide, suicide, yeah Suicide doors on my Wraith (oh, oh, oh) All these Percocets, wear a cape (oh, oh, oh) Wear a cape 'cause it save me from the pain (ayy, yeah) Committed suicide, I see you chose your fate (ayy, ayy) When you look at me, you see it's better places You put your life right on the line, the yellow tape's there This shit is dead, ho, you're an enemy Put on the death row, you get the penalty I got two on a line and that feng shui You put your life on the line, sippin' that Bombay Bring out that choppa from the north to blow my mind (ayy, yeah) Ayy, yeah, these hoes, they make believe, they'll waste your time (said) I need some morphine injected, therefore I cannot wake up f*ck these lame schemin' hoes that use you for a lil' way up Woah, remember what you said to me Lil' dumbass bitch, you dead to me Put a gun right to your head (ayy, ayy, yeah) This time it's gon' be your life I take (kill that ho) Puttin' synthetic drugs in your shake Now I can make you feel all of my pain Homicide, homicide, homicide, ayy Homicide, homicide, ayy Homicide, homicide, ayy Oh, my boots, they came from Balenciaga It's a slow death, keep your eyes closed Stand right next to my wrist, you'll feel Chicago f*ck these hoes I never had time for Ridin' suicide, baby, with my summertime lady You would ride or die, maybe, no you full lies, crazy Take the pain away, I can feel the anger No more lookin' at me, to me you're a stranger Look at the dash, man I had to pull the Range up It be them redbone lil' bitches that you can't trust Ayy, this that cash talk, watch me take this mask off Stomp that lil' nigga and leave his body on the asphault Ayy, yeah, stop that name droppin' nigga, swear you do it every time We don't f*ck with your kind 'cause our values don't align In a Tesla Sprinter in the winter while we're tourin' Chop the roof, this time put a bull on a foreign Put a gun right to your head (ayy, ayy, yeah) This time it's gon' be your life I take (kill that ho) Puttin' synthetic drugs in your shake Now I can make you feel all of my pain Homicide, homicide, homicide, ayy Homicide, homicide, ayy Homicide, homicide, ayy Save me, baby Homicide, girl The Pharmacist Now go and save her Go and save her Woah Put a gun right to my head Lay me down and put me to rest
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