A Death In The Ocean Would Be Beautiful - $uicideboy$

Percocets and the codeine

Got me floating

Opiates I’m a junkie

Fuck the money

Third ward in the dope house

Keep a closed mouth

In the ghetto bitch I got clout

Never seen droughts

Hit the route

Where the felons lurk

Tony’s in the dirt

Finding work

Got my 20 shirts

Tell the homie «fuck your turf»

Triple six don’t make me manifest

Bulletproof the vest

Lucifer done made me promises

And that’s an honest threat

Uzi feeling Gucci when them pills slide down my throat

Loosely take a couple

Feeling woozy how I cope

Burning wax but ain’t no candles

I can handle what I know

What I don’t know I will try and probably use until I croak

I’d of fucked all of these bitches

I don’t trust them so I don’t

Fuck a hoe

Pussy’s just another hole that I crawl in and out of

Slit my throat I’ll die inside of a bitch

I be that downward spiral looking motherfucker

Trying to aim a rifle

911 don’t fucking dial