Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Suicide Doors, artist - Spose. Album song We All Got Lost, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 15.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Preposterously Dank Entertainment
Song language: English
Suicide Doors |
We all wanna ride and we all wanna shine |
In the whip with the suicide doors |
Maybe they call 'em that cause once you got it all |
What do you want for? |
When the light gets too hot and there’s nowhere to hide |
They miss you while you’re here and love you after you die |
Fine by appearance but broken inside |
Hard to stay grounded after you learn how to fly, oh my |
Oh my oh my, oh my my |
Oh my oh my, oh my my |
Oh my oh my, oh my my |
Oh my |
I was in the Chevy Cavalier when the mountaintop killed Kurt |
Shotgun bedding and a stain on his shirt |
Hard to believe everything that we read |
Another day another (ugh), gone too soon |
This shit is not new news, how many times now? |
Who’s next to Chester, Lil Peep and Amy Winehouse? |
Walking up the stairway to heaven, watch 'em file out |
On top of the mountain, got nowhere that we can climb now |
Mac Miller probably still be alive if he never blew |
Ambition more expensive than the coupe |
Once you achieve it, they don’t tell you what to do |
Like, dude you got too much green to be blue |
Don’t come lookin' for some sympathy |
Enshrine all your missteps in infamy |
The car crash get publicity |
The sneaking pictures of you when you with your fam |
But they’d kill you if you did that to them |
You get the cash, cash cash, all of this cash |
Flash, flash flash, gone in a flash |
American dreaming that we can believe in |
But it’s a nightmare how we treat the ones who achieve it |
But still we- |
We all wanna ride and we all wanna shine |
In the whip with the suicide doors |
Maybe they call 'em that cause once you got it all |
What do you want for? |
When the light gets too hot and there’s nowhere to hide |
They miss you while you’re here and love you after you die |
Fine by appearance but broken inside |
Hard to stay grounded after you learn how to fly, oh my |
Oh my oh my, oh my my |
Oh my oh my, oh my my |
Oh my oh my, oh my my |
Oh my |
We all watch the throne, throw stones |
And we all want it for our own |
But heavy is the crown on the dome |
Nowhere to hide, need a hat in disguise |
To walk to buy a coffee and a basket of fries |
No one’ll empathize if you happen to cry |
In that quarter-mil car, 'bro must be real hard' |
No comedy like Apatow, diss you while alive |
When you die, we come back around |
RIP for half an hour, 'ooh yeah we were always down' |
We pray to be Ye, but I heard Ye say he’d have his grave emblazoned «are you happy now?» |
We had the same dream back in the day |
We’re at the zoo laughing at you as we tap on the cage |
You ask, «Is this it?» |
like the Strokes |
Search L.A. for hope |
End up prescriptions, addicted to coke |
Make decision, put incision in your wrist and then go |
Cause it didn’t shine behind all that did glisten and glow |
Eating all these M&M's, might’ve turned into a pill addiction |
Right around the encore, not enough, we want more |
As good as your sophomore, go higher than pot stores |
Gas you up then pull you down and wonder what you popped for |
We all wanna ride, till the car won’t stop |
We’re all gonna die |
They tell you you should go high as God in the sky |
Let you fall from grace and then we flock to your side |
But nonetheless I know we- |
We all wanna ride and we all wanna shine |
In the whip with the suicide doors |
Maybe they call 'em that cause once you got it all |
What do you want for? |
When the light gets too hot and there’s nowhere to hide |
They miss you while you’re here and love you after you die |
Fine by appearance but broken inside |
Hard to stay grounded after you learn how to fly, oh my |
Oh my oh my, oh my my |
Oh my oh my, oh my my |
Oh my oh my, oh my my |
Oh my |
If you’ve ever seen the comments section |
Then you know why fame comes with depression |
«I hope you die, slut, thot, fat, ugly, photoshopped» |
Every dick’s opinion from inner Finland to Omaha |
Hitting all your ugly angles, paparazzi intervening |
Reporters might make you cop a eating disorder |
Bro if they were scrutinizing me, I’d end up with a nose job, a chin job, |
some botox, a dick job, a coke problem |
Wanted to be famous so that they’d know what my name is |
But that tightrope walk is dangerous, demon bring me to an angel |
If Kim K snaps and unloads a strap on every Mandy and Randy insulting her family |
I got her back over trolls and jerks |
Look, I probably wouldn’t last 20 minutes as her |
If I couldn’t eat dinner in peace |
And people expecting me to be a, 10 instead of a 3 |
And viewed me competitively to celebrities |
I would snap like, chat |
I would blast right, back |
I would crack, probably end up the same place as Mac |
Probably wanna end me, big mansion empty |
We all want the suicide doors, till the suicide’s knocking on yours |
We all want the suicide doors, till the suicide’s knocking on |
We all wanna ride and we all wanna shine |
In the whip with the suicide doors |
Maybe they call 'em that cause once you got it all |
What do you want for? |
When the light gets too hot and there’s nowhere to hide |
They miss you while you’re here and love you after you die |
Fine by appearance but broken inside |
Hard to stay grounded after you learn how to fly, oh my |
Oh my oh my, oh my my |
Oh my oh my, oh my my |
Oh my oh my, oh my my |
Oh my |
I’ve said before, the internet is a, is a big high school, and the little kids |
on there are bullying artists. |
And they, and they be surprised when artists are |
talking about pain, and, and you know, «this is too much,» and «this is crazy. |
«Y'all are the bullies, but then you post four picture collages on Twitter |
about mental health, but then turn around and contribute to the downside of an |
artists' mental health. |
Y’all are buggin, you know what I’m saying? |
Y’all are literally poison. |
And the more famous you get, the more uglier the |
world gets. |
The more famous you get, the more uglier the world gets. |
The more famous you get, the more uglier the world gets |