Lyrics Straw Chairs - $uicideboy$

Straw Chairs

Shawty wanna fuck
Told her, «Bitch, you outta luck, came only to smoke»
No, this ain’t no joke, I don’t fuck bitches I don’t know or trust
Got a dozen blunts of dust and bitch, I’m 'bout to burn
No, it ain’t your turn
Blunts to my face
Solo blowin' smoke rings, choking
I’m a dope fiend, smoking 'till my death I’m hoping
Put me in my coffin, 'cause I’m coughin' up my lungs
(Put me in my coffin, 'cause I’m coughin' up my lungs)
Bitches keep on calling, but I ain’t got no service
PayPal me that cash if you looking for verses
Always on narcotics, even when I say I stopped it
Walking with a limp, looking like I got arthritis
Twenty cigarettes in my motherfucking car
Ridin' 'round town, I just popped a half a bar
Ridin' with your bitch, as she bust down the cigar
Yeah, I’m ridin' with yo bitch, as she bust down the cigar, I’m sayin'