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You ask me to help you How can I when you've kidnapped and stolen? For all I know, even murdered By nightfall, we will have left your Earth You will not see us until it is time Time for what? $uicideboy, bitch ($uicideboy, bitch) When I die, auction off all my body parts Let's see what Oddy costs, under my skull, the shotty's cross Got all these opps on my dick like it's made of metal Makin' so much money, it's like my boss is the devil She loves me, she loves me not, I done ran out of petals Littered the ground with rose bits, I'll grip this thorny stem forever A portrait of my pain, an homage to my suffering Same tale I been uncovering I'm staining the world grey, y'all get back to coloring Slickity-slickity sloth, thug Bach Shoot up the mass, it will B minor Jabbin' my arm, no Pfizer Dick cuffed like it cum with priors Liars all around me talkin' hugs and love Attaching kisses that come with wishes for death So they can touch my trust Fuck, that's some hard motherfuckin' truth Letras de cancionesStill contemplatin' suicide, just upgraded a couple coupes Morally bankrupt, call the skank up to pretend she love me "But I do love you" Ho, don't talk while you fuckin' suckin' Uh, should we, I, that was a little short, bruh Well, fuck, bro Can we, can we I just did eight bars 'cause I thought you said all you had to say Yeah, I got more shit to say, bro, like Well, I mean What? Tell me They sayin' you lost touch Who the fuck say Ruby done lost his touch? Blame my success on lots of luck But lots of luck didn't get your bitch un-fucked Blame my absence on the fact that my dick got stuck Call me evergreen, your bitch never seemed like she lost touch Beggin' me, she wants her jaw fucked Withdraw from dope before I withdraw my cash Use her tongue to collect ash for the stash, I guess I'll smash Pull off in the GLE Wagon, fucked up, I might crash Just thoughts and feelings from the half of me that is white trash Bitch, I cheated death, ain't nothin' that I can't do Manipulation shawty, I could sell ice to Nanook I could sell ice to the jeweler, I could sell Christ like I'm Judas Self-righteous type of shooter, make my life insurance shoot up Wet screwed up, product of my environment My therapist was talkin' Freud, I rolled my eyes, then fired the bitch Why would I quit? My drug of choice is overdosin', duh My dick got no limits, I'm Master P pimpin' And makin' them bitches say "ugh" You would be horrified at the sight of us Rain, rain, go away Two hundred on the dash, watch me hydroplane Gang, gang, gang's all grey From New Orleans to Ottawa, from Atlanta to the Bay From Letras Mania