| Suicide Two-Tone
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| Bleedin' with the roof gone
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| Bloody like a newborn
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| Cutting like a coupon
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| Pulling on my Tendons just to make the wheel turn
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| Strike a match with my teeth just to let the weed burn
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| Ash on my shirt, shoelace on my waist
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| Fiji water in my lap hydrated all day
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| Seshollowaterboys, live from the grave
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| Got my hair pinned back like the fucking Green Ranger
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| Young Chris Angel, trying to see my angle
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| Disappear in smoke then I'm cash for some days
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| Rubber shoe sole, feel the pressure on the pavement
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| Pussy trying to be me, just be thankful
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| Riding in a camouflaged Bronco
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| Looking like the white Benny Blanco
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| Blades on me, got your bitch growing legs
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| And running away like ponyo flow like my jaw broke
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| Tom Hanks, casting away
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| No shirt, no shoes, just blunts by the bay
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| Bales of the hays, snowflakes on the grave
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| That's life back home where regrets got made
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| Life got faced when those guy broke
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| Shit got took and shit got sold
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| 09 trucks in the yard
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| Brown carhartts when the cold gets harsh
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| Up town, D19, bitch I'm coming out the dirt with a blade on me
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| Riding in a camouflaged Bronco
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| Looking like the white Benny Blanco
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| Blades on me, got your bitch growing legs
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| And running away like ponyo flow like my jaw broke |