Letra de Burgundy - $UICIDEBOY$

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La— (Y), la (Y-y), la-la-la-la (Y-y-y-y-y-y)

(You did good, $lick)

La-la-la-la (It's a Smash)

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Boy, you better run, 'fore I get my Glock and let it go (Ha, hahaha)

Boy, you better run, 'fore I get my Glock and let it blow (Ha, hahaha)

Boy, you better run, 'fore I get my Glock and let it go (Ha, hahaha)

Boy, you better run, 'fore I get my Glock and let it blow (Ha, hahaha)

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La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (Let's go, let's go, let's go)

I was runnin' up the dope before the dough (North)

You can check the records

Ever since I got conscious, dyin' was obvious, countin' down the seconds

I was left with no options, snortin' Oxys off a Smith & Wesson

Body filled with narcotics, fuck the optics (Pow), bitch, next question (Get the fuck outta here)

Smokin' like I been stressin' (Smoke)

Hoes tryna read me, leave 'em dyslexic (Ho)

Get this weight off my chest like I'm bench pressin', ho, I'm big steppin' (Wetto)

Jordan Clarkson with the Narcan

I shoot for thirty and that's with my off-hand

Walk in, they like, "Who let the dogs in?"

Kill myself 'fore I let an opp win (Yeah)

Bitches beggin' me to get toxic, okay, let me go and pour a cup

Mom and dad would if they could, I ain't even mad they ain't showin' up (Yeah, yeah)

Thinkin' 'bout it got me chokin' up, if I love her, time to blow it up (Skrrt)

Pop on some Percs 'til I'm throwin' up

Then refresh on X like I'm scrollin' up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, I got some wounds that ain't closin' up (Let's get it)

Cuts on my body, no tonin' up (Let's get it)

Ghost that there ain't no disposin' of (Let's go), huh, yeah (Let's go, ayy), ayy

Emotionless, but the dose is up (Let's get it)

Fuck affection, I don't cozy up (Fuck)

You in my house, and that's close enough (Yeah)

I got problems with trust (Yeah), I got problems with lust (Yeah)

Bitch, that's powder, not dust

Whole gang brain fucked, G*59, we the cult

They ain't nothin' like us (Grey), they say, "Huh?" I say, "What?"

I drink Tuss', they drink nut, they all pussies, get touched (Yeah)

Turn a opp to a slut (Yeah), turn his block to a blunt (Grrah)

Watch my dog, he got flushed, lookin' at his first dead body (Fuck outta here)

Life too painful and the game will change you

Have you sayin', "Fuck everybody" (Fuck 'em)

I don't give a fuck what they hear about me (Fuck)

Got a couple killers includin' Dre 'round me

Better think twice 'fore you play 'round me (Yeah, uh, oh)

Got more guns on me than a red county

Copped the Porsche 911, now I'm gettin' randomly selected (What the fuck?)

Searched for drugs and bombs and weapons

Wait a second (Huh), no need for aggression (Nope)

Just a common misconception bettin' that they'll threaten my profession (Probably)

Their perception of who I am won't make me question who I am, damn

Rose gold and morganite lookin' like a suicidal gesture (Who)

Knocked her ex-boyfriend the fuck out, just so I could impress her (Fuck him)

Just so I could undress her (Yeah)

Now I'm payin' for the fall semester (Goddamn)

Told her to call me professor after winter break I'ma hand her off to my successor

Strive for the greater and never the lesser

Me and $crim made it without an investor (Ayy)

Yeah, we survived suicidal adventures (Ayy)

Made a pact that we would never surrender (Huh?)

Never surrender (Say it again)

Made a pact that we would never surrender

Sellin' my soul to my dreams and my goals but I won't ever stop until I'm on the stretcher

There's a demon in me and I think it might've overstayed its welcome (Uhh)

There's a demon in me and it's helpin' me to reach a state of bedlam (Uh-oh)

Snortin' these pills like I'm tryin' to smell 'em (Ayy)

I'm declarin' war on my cerebellum (Ayy)

My worst enemy is the version of me that I can't even fuckin' remember (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Uh, yeah, Ruby been destined for the looney bin

'Round my finger the Uzi spins

While I'm chuggin' some bougie gin, lose or win

I'm never slowin' down like, we losin' wind, I'm groomin' them for death

'Cause my lifestyle, will have you choosin' limbs, the moon is dim

Tonight I'll have to remain locked up in my tomb again

Took too many Xans I started askin', "Who is $crim?," the knot is loose again

Someone tied the noose too thin

Livin' life like pullin' teeth, I'll die with a toothless grin

Boy, you better run, 'fore I get my Glock and let it go

Boy, you better run, 'fore I get my Glock and let it blow

Boy, you better run, 'fore I get my Glock and let it go

Boy, you better run, 'fore I get my Glock and let it blow

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