| Like my bitches dead, bullet to their head
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| Fuck a Fed, swangin' on the slab
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| Get 'em sprayed with the twelve gauge
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| Coming out my grave, where I lay
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| Trigger finger foreplay, sippin' on a four
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| Kick the door like the night before
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| Lay 'em on the floor, then I’m ghost
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| Welcome to the most, triple six, devil shit
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| Satan, lay me down to sleep, R.I.P six feet deep
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| $uicide be on the creep
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| I’m just a young GIF, walking with a limp
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| R.I.P. |
| to Pimp, sippin' dip
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| Take a trip to fuck your bitch, that triple six, Hades sent
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| Smoked a hunnid blunts, laced with junk
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| $uicide just hit a lick
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| And now I’m sitting on the couch, house is like a drought
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| No one fuckin' in it, fuck my life, I’m fuckin' finished
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| I’d let my soul diminish if I hadn’t fuckin' sold it
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| Promised everything, that’s how the devil fucking wrote it
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| $now Leopard
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| Uh
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| Slippin' back into the back, Ruby da Cherry don’t know no slack
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| I hack up another track, and subtract that from my fuckin' stack of scraps
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| Me and $loth are fucking whack, and I hate the fact that we rap
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| I just want to find a gap, so I can fill it with my sap
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| Don’t give a fuck about the cash, I just want to ash
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| And laugh it off, whenever I be thinking 'bout the past
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| Living life every day, like I died yesterday, stuntin' like I’m paid
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| I’ll tell you right now, I’ve got a gold chain but its fake
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| And I don’t even wear it anymore
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| I just want to close my eyes and die
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| Leave my body on the fuckin' floor
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| When I say I’m on my grind, it’s not because I hustle
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| It’s because I grind my fucking teeth until the blood puddles
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| I’m a hot boy, got a hot head, yeah, my blood fucking bubbles
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| Got a snakeskin belt 'round my fuckin' neck
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| But I broke the fucking buckle, uh |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Harvest Moon, artist - $uicideboy$. Album song KILL YOURSELF Part IX: The Soulseek Saga, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп