Lyrics Pale Suburbian - BIV

Pale Suburbian

Thoughts get heavy on me
Grandma died and it still preying on me
Old bitch hate my guts, so she flaked on me
Internet talk gettin' fucked in the brain for me
Sometimes I wish a fucka let it bang for me
Assisted suicide, miles high, with the chains on me
Y’all been laugh track, pumpin' till she bad back
Curious about that, didn’t know she was ya bitch, homie
Ain’t know me or know me then, just wait until you bury them
You’ll be prayin' to whatever God they carryin'
See the way they carry him
Box locked, couple words to knock him in the dirt again
Goodbye, so long, another friend
Tell me if this finna end
Woke the fuck up for the bands
And never ask for the handouts from the mans
Best for you, but it’s shit for me
Can’t break bread from the shit I seen
Couldn’t be team, man run third string
She get a pass till she cling
My bitch dead in my mental
Your bitch come off the street
Takin' the time that I need
Don’t hit my line for the shit you can’t keep
Head goin' twist like my dick on her lips
Boy, you a simp, huh
Soundin' goddamn sick
Spend it all on a bitch for a flic
Throwin' bands that she earned from her tips
Boy, you a spill in the script, yuh
They been the cause of this shit, yuh
Lackin'
Bitch tryna see me slackin'
I ain’t even 'bout that action
But I don’t trust what happens
Might be the first one to blast it
Or put myself up in the casket
Dead man walkin' and talkin'
They only want a reaction
Silently make my transaction
Pussy just been a distraction
Thought you was special, bitch, you been a fraction
Mental been keepin' me active
They talk the smoke, but the first one to ash it
I never wanted this practice
Just let me live in my traction
Just let me live in my tract-, yuh
Bitch go pogo, loco
Chokehold, way too so-so, slow-mo
Watch me snap like photo
Ass goin' clap like bravo
She peak like promo
Ass goin' clap like bravo
She peak like promo, yuh-yuh (Speak on it!)
Bitch go pogo, loco
Chokehold, way too so-so, slow-mo
Make me snap like photo
Ass been clappin' just like bravo
She go peak like promo, yuh
She go peak like promo, yuh, yuh
Lord save me, boy, I’m dyin' in my cuts
Only want me with the funds, all that money trap they lungs
Time got fucked, you a fuckin' punk, yuh
Don’t feel this numb, you a fuckin' bum