Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song EVERYBODY WANNA DIE , by - Eric North. Song from the album DEATH OF ME, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.06.2017
Record label: Eric North
Song language: English
EVERYBODY WANNA DIE |
| How many pills getting popped |
| White bitch gimmie neck |
| While i’m sippin on siroc |
| Call my niggas up and get em |
| I don’t need no fucking clique to have my back |
| Been alone since day one |
| Fuck you looking at |
| I’m insecure and selfish |
| I got a urge to kill em |
| Need a bad bitch in white denims |
| To supply my jizzem |
| Hold up hold up |
| Boy i’m sick of all the doubt |
| I’m trynna blow the fuck up |
| And move the fuck up out the house nigga |
| Money im the plug |
| I need drugs to supply my need for love |
| Omg |
| Nobody wants to see you doing better |
| So i’m cutting niggas off |
| Then imma flex up with the cheddar |
| Everyday i tell myself i’m not afraid of death |
| But there’s so much shit to do so imma get it off my chest |
| Imma ride with the niggas who gone see me in my casket |
| I still want a white bitch |
| Who titties kinda average |
| Flex |
| Stunt on these niggas |
| They wish they could fuck with the chords on this nigga |
| But nobody can do shit the way i wanna do it |
| Cuz niggas stupid |
| They ain’t fucking with the ruthless |
| Niggas fucking screaming when they see us fucking coming nigga |
| Better hide behind the bushes when they see us fucking stuntin nigga |
| Woah woah |
| Money money dollar bill |
| Get a bad light skin with highs heels to pop a pill |
| Woah woah |
| She fucked my roll up |
| Been sipping coronas |
| I think that i’m sober |
| Like oh |
| Walk up in the building |
| Looking for the best breast |
| That i bust up on and chill wit |
| Oh |
| Niggas really thinking that they really putting work in |
| I pull the strings behind the fucking scene |
| Pull the curtains |
| Nigga |
| Oh |
| Blood sweat and tears up in the booth |
| Blood sweating out this nigga neck and crying through his tooth |
| Lotta hate up on my mind |
| Lotta stress up in my chest |
| I need somebody i can trust |
| But everybody wanna flex |
| Too much money on the table |
| All go to pills |
| I tryna fuck a goth bitch up in the hollywood hills nigga |
| Everybody’s a star |
| Go to school get job |
| And then rip ya family apart |
| Live a life of no dreams |
| But aye you still got that car |
| Praying one day for the death upon yourself cuz its hard |
| Nigga |