Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Suicidal Thoughts in the Back of the Cadillac, Pt. 2, artist - Pouya. Date of issue: 09.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Suicidal Thoughts in the Back of the Cadillac, Pt. 2 |
| I’m a down south Florida boy, ain’t goin' back to Hollywood |
| From the gutter to your guts, let me ignite the firewood |
| Still, I roll slow in that Chevy donk, never forget |
| Where I rose up from, spit on my face, get rid of my funds |
| And who am I? |
| Just another guy stuck in desperation |
| Lookin' at the ceilin' fan, spinnin' around, havin' a panic attack |
| I don’t pop no pills 'cause it don’t take the pain away from me |
| I don’t crack no seals 'cause it done took the gang away from me |
| I’ve been known to pimp a ho, got dirty loafers on my feet |
| Bitch, you got me mesmerized, them thighs the size of me |
| Let me slide inside your body beef, bitch |
| I got my chain on, ain’t a thing wrong with a broken frozen wrist |
| (Bitch) |
| (Bitch) |
| Them suicidal thoughts inside the Cadillac won’t fade away |
| Another day I piss away, another day don’t go my way |
| Another ho gon' look my way, lookin' for a paper chase |
| But, bitch, I’m not the one, so get your comfort from another |
| Them suicidal thoughts inside the Cadillac won’t fade away |
| Another day I piss away, another day don’t go my way |
| Another ho gon' look my way, lookin' for a paper chase |
| But, bitch, I’m not the one, so get your comfort from another |
| Everything I did is crumblin' beneath my feet |
| I’m feelin' lonely, feelin' like I’m only stuck with memories |
| Take me back to what I was, take away what I’ve become |
| Take away the grayer days, take the bullet out my brain |
| Take my dick out your mouth and let me be myself |
| I wonder what the people around me think about me |
| Back to my shady ways I go, pack the Gat and let it blow |
| Just let my lover, brother, mother, sisters, father know I love 'em |
| Mikey, I told you we was gon' be somethin' |
| Look at us now 'cause now we buzzin', pressin' buttons |
| Diamonds dancin' by the dozen |
| Nick, I told you we would rise from nothin' |
| Look at the way they look at me now |
| Rich forever, blowin' money 'til I’m senile |
| Them suicidal thoughts inside the Cadillac won’t fade away |
| Another day I piss away, another day don’t go my way |
| Another ho gon' look my way, lookin' for a paper chase |
| But, bitch, I’m not the one, so get your comfort from another |
| Them suicidal thoughts inside the Cadillac won’t fade away |
| Another day I piss away, another day don’t go my way |
| Another ho gon' look my way, lookin' for a paper chase |
| But, bitch, I’m not the one, so get your comfort from another |
| I got addicted to the money as I fell inside a hole |
| The cries and crowd get louder, the deeper that I go |
| Nobody know what I’ve been doin', tell myself I hate myself |
| I can’t control the cards I’m dealt |
| I spent a lot of time alone inside my room |
| Thinkin' about what I would do if I knew you was on the fence about me too, |
| bitch |
| I crashed the whip and hit a bitch, and almost killed the bitch |
| And now I’m back in the Cadillac with that black pistol grip |
| The AC don’t work and I’m feelin' like I was a kid again |
| Feelin' like I wasn’t gettin' in with the cooler kids |
| How the fuck can I get out of this funk? |
| If I die, you cry, then move on, the next day |
| I’m ill-advised, fuck you, bitch, you can’t even look me in my eyes |
| Them suicidal thoughts inside the Cadillac won’t fade away |
| Another day I piss away, another day don’t go my way |
| Another ho gon' look my way, lookin' for a paper chase |
| But, bitch, I’m not the one, so get your comfort from another |
| Them suicidal thoughts inside the Cadillac won’t fade away |
| Another day I piss away, another day don’t go my way |
| Another ho gon' look my way, lookin' for a paper chase |
| But, bitch, I’m not the one, so get your comfort from another |
| Fade away, fade away |