Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Materialism as a Means to an End, artist - $uicideboy$.
Date of issue: 15.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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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