Lyrics:
Suicide, Elon Musk
The flow can run up to dawn
I fuck your bitch, she gone
Perfect service
Ice, purchased
Booty, twerk it
Work it, worth it
Niggas, Hate,
this shit coz I can, driven by passion, try think of it as a calling
My side piece, only thing that is stollen
Her heartbeat telling me she has fallen
even talk to her ?
Or is she just your maid ?
Why you mad man?
Pick on someone your own size
Don't blame the alcohol
You intimidated by her wage
Material ambition that her gentleness disguised
She gave herself to him certain of his fame
Wanted him for luxury for limelight and his name
And then he
tears
Voice bled by screams
Running as fast as she can
Escape from those staring eyes
She was betrayed, love turned into hate
She was erased, the debt
lover, my love...
She's my tomorrow girl— calling from her future world.
She's my tomorrow girl— Tomorrow Girl.
Secrets in silence
Written on the wall,
and shit
She couldn't stop telling me how
Proud that she was
Then she ordered us a piece
Key lime pie to split
Two months later I come home
She's sick with
silence, emotion stood still
I could feel, her tears spill, from her grille
Hurt from before that began to build
She told me hold me, a story she
talking about? (about)
Niggas still run their mouth (alright)
So everyone death by clout (clout, clout, clout)
Whistle
Imma make my move and then make it
that I'll ever ever change
I dont give a fuck
I wont never ever change
I just want to be by myself
With the pain
I take your boy then i feed the boy
I saw the morning
It was shattered by a gun
Heard a scream, saw him fall, no one cried
I saw a mother
She was praying for her son
Bring him
I saw the morning
It was shattered by a gun
Heard a scream, saw him fall, no one cried
I saw a mother
She was praying for her son
Bring him
By his larceny, or petty theft
Spectators move, lips into motion
Pop shit, get hit, the sewer then becomes an ocean
Water runs, springs and I let
Oh this my jam nigga
How you try to live your past, yeah (Your past yeah)
She slipped a Xanny in my glass, aye (My glass yeah)
Cause she know I'm
just flip the switch
Inappropriate
The things she wears
You'd think she is a
Working in silence
Yes
And results loud
Do what i want
Regardless of your
wanna die
Then hop inside my ride
Goin' 95 yah we speeding past them city lights
Call that suicide
I don't care you're by my side
Don't be terrified
Followed by a law man and then came a firetruck
Put his ass on the stretcher
But if he survives, I'm willing to betcha
He'll be out for revenge
They
always come with the bread
Stay on your toes and hold on your leg
All of them tears that I shed
All of the times that I bled
Soon as I slipped then you
on this hoe
I'm a prime time baller like Lamelo up in this hoe (Splat)(Splat)
Ima grab her by the leash she my bitch (Bitch)
I let her know
If he hanging
Daddy hit mommy one Day
Telling her that she needs Tostay
If she wants to live Another day
Otherwise he'll make go Away forever
Mama kicked open
I'll ask you
The President's dead, shot by Donald Trump in the face
Was it a suicide? Or a murder? You tell me. I'll wait (I'll wait)
Jesus Christ's
to the show"
Yeah
To the show
To the set
She performs, I direct
Make a move
Cash a check
Then I hop on a jet
305 for a sec
Then I fly wild west
Never sleep
"Welcome to the show"
Yeah
To the show
To the set
She performs, I direct
Make a move
Cash a check
Then I hop on a jet
305 for a sec
Then I fly wild west
to spark a toast to my dissatisfactions
Heard that xanny is for cowards but I am a downer
And now I'm coming down like rain, suicide showers
Guess I'm
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