Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Materialism as a Means to an End , by - $uicideboy$. Release date: 15.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Materialism as a Means to an End , by - $uicideboy$. Materialism as a Means to an End |
| Fuck I look like? |
| Think I trust boys |
| Full of hate, I’mma kill joy |
| $licky ridin' on blades like a hot boy |
| Aye, 50k on the chain, chain, chain |
| Grey, Grey, it’s the gang, gang, gang (Gang, gang) |
| Load the K’s, leave a stain, stain, stain |
| Fucking right I’m out my brain, brain, brain |
| Spin the block out with the Glock out like a menace |
| Gimme a minute, I’ma make sure that it’s finished |
| If I’m ridin' better call and say your penance |
| Should’ve listened to your bitch in the beginning, ayy, yeah |
| K, I, double-L, E, R |
| So many bodies, made a hobby at the ER |
| Runnin' with Oddy smoking a gaudy. |
| Whipping the mazi pumpin' the shotty, trigger squeezer |
| Breakin' the bitch, swervin' the Benz, fuckin' a menace |
| Gonna fuckin' the murder the pussy and her friends |
| My reality is hell, I don’t pretend, yeah, yeah |
| I just learn to blend in with the sin |
| Here we go again, here we go (Here we go) |
| Wanna come and try $licky? |
| You should know |
| I got a thousand ways for you to end in yellow tape |
| And I got plenty people 'round me wanna earn they way |
| 100k on a fuckboy |
| Fuck I look like? |
| Think I trust boys |
| Full of hate, I’mma kill joy |
| Ruby ridin' on blades like a hot boy |
| Aye, 50k on the chain, chain, chain |
| Grey, Gray, it’s the gang, gang, gang |
| Load the K’s, leave a stain, stain, stain |
| (Hunnid) |
| Fuckin' right I’m out my brain, brain, brain |
| Hunnid K for the car, half a mil' for the addiction |
| They shipped me off the rehab 'cause I started questionin' my existence (Huh?) |
| Gimme the prescriptions and I’ll show you repetition (Yuh) |
| Stubborn motherfucker you know Ruby never listens (Uh, what?) |
| Grey-59, by time to the grave |
| Time flyin' every day |
| It’s on my name, I’m confined to the page until the spine in the stain |
| Is the only thing remaining |
| (Yuh) |
| Pullin' up in the Mercedes |
| Bitch, I’m pushin' up daisies |
| Vision always blurry and my memory hazy |
| Grey bandana out the window wave it while I’m racin' |
| Raisin' my hand to the sky until the angels come and take me (I'm waiting!) |
| Awaken my demons, breakin' me down to my knees, they wanna break me |
| They wanna isolate me, leave me naked, fuckin' shaky |
| Grippin that .380, voices tellin' me I’m crazy |
| Sold my soul, I’m Grey until my final destination |
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