If You Were To Get What You Deserve, You Would Know What The Bottom Of A Tire Tastes Like - $uicideboy$

«How are you?»

«Oh I’m terrible»

Still depressed, still misunderstood

Still popping pills, popping seals, smoking Backwoods

Still smoke a Swisher if you got it with you

Everybody want me sober, but I’m not a quitter

I say the less you know, the better, that west bank fire setter

$uicide dream team, it’s that codeine fiend

Hell bound is what I’m deemed, surrounded by crime scenes

Only peace that I know is sleep or to be deceased, shit

I can’t call it anymore

Get more depressed when I’m on tour

Wake up in the middle of a war

Wake up wishing that I was a fucking corpse, fuck

Yeah, now if we got a problem then we got a problem

I don’t give a fuck, I can’t even see that far at the bottom

My cousin toxic and I’m rotten, this ain’t an option

I was opting out responsibility, turn a new leaf and get it popping

Pull up on their fucking ass, all they do is fucking ask

«Can I flash you with the gas?»

And so I pull up on their ass then I ask

«Want to catch the gat’s blast?"It's always back to back

($uicide, $uicide, $uiciiiide)

Used to calm my depression, used to call it my progression

Used to make me less upset and ($uicide, $uicide, $uiciiiide)

Now causes all my depression