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• Artiste: $uicideBoy$
• Titre: Fuck Ups
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(Y-y-y-y-y, y-y-y-y) (Y-y, y-y-y, you did good, $lick) Woah-woah, woah, woah-woah-woah (It's a Smash) Woah-woah, woah, woah-woah-woah (Indiana $licky, F-F-F-Fort Wayne) Woah-woah, woah, woah-woah-woah (To Indiana, man, fuck these boys) Woah-woah, woah, woah-woah-woah (2nd World) Yeah, tell me what you know about me (Uh-uh) Yung cracker with the all gold teeth (Ayy, turn me up) I would tell y'all how I really feel, but it would just get hit with the **** (Northside) I was ten years old with the heat (Woah-wah) Dead eyes, got cold from the grief (Say wha') Call me Northside Wet Lil Yachty The way I'll die for the 'crete (Northside) Where I'm from, yeah, the sun don't rise in the east (Rise in the East) I'm a hybrid of bеasts Been done it all, even got high with a priеst, t-too high at the least Just kill 'em, I ain't got no time for the beef, Gen 5 intervene (Grr) Motherfuck police, I vibe with the fiends, t-too live like a stream, *59 the regime Yeah, ayy, came up with the fuck-ups Yeah, ayy, so I can't help but fuck up Yeah, ayy, came up with the fuck-ups Yeah, hold up, we tell 'em, "Shut the fuck up" Smokin' 'em back to back, until I can't feel no pain no more (North, North) Kickin' they door from the back, makin' 'em lay it down on the floor (North, North) My tolerance high on the dope, but I got no patience for a ho (North, North) Point me a tone right there to your dome, make that bitch go blow, blow, blow, blow, blow Young S to the C to the A to the R to the E to the C to the R to the O to the W Smokin' that sack till my eyes roll back, system down, issues they can't troubleshoot Black mask, gold teeth, yellin', "Who dat?" (Who dat?) Wanted fame, so we put him on the news app If you pull it out, boy, better shoot that Turn a opp into merch, lemme SKU that, huh Bro-broke the scale, we smokin' on Dave Blunts (North) Sippin' syrup till my face numb (North) Chewin' fent, this that laced gum (North) Red beam here like a ray gun (North) Money in the walls like Nagin (North) Goddamn, call me BP the way I'm spillin' that oil Yeah, big stepper, I'm takin' their souls like Dr. Scholls Yeah, surgeon with the blade, so I stay on call Up in New Orleans, put the 3 on my back, young wet Chris Paul Fuck around and break my jaw before I ever go talk to the laws Woah-woah, woah, woah-woah-woah (Ruby Da Cherry) Woah-woah, woah, woah-woah-woah (Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah) Woah-woah, woah, woah-woah-woah (Yeah) Woah-woah, woah, woah-woah-woah (7th Ward) Yeah, I'm just tryna' dodge all my flaws my whole life in camouflage $uicide, I'll take the charge, GREY*59 the entourage Codeine colored Cayenne, but I wrapped the Macan satin mauve Praise the Lord with applause, the demons pissed I left they cause Out the fog, I'ma rawdog all this life shit Swerve in a 'Vette, yeah, I'm flirtin' with death So I don't have to feel like life's bitch Range Rover '96, run me over type shit 6 years sober in October, no leftover crisis, uh It's a young man's dream to wanna die Livin' life high, while I was flickin' off the sky Born a rebel, now I'll settle for a little peace and quiet This life is usually admired, but I'm tired of life not bein' private Opps on my radar, I'ma pray for 'em Lord, have mercy on their soul For all my dogs, I would catch a stray for 'em Share the food out of my bowl Still pack the tool, and it's still loaded, I'm devoted to the GREY Until the grave, rotten and bloated, sugarcoat all of my pain A life so sweet I didn't know it, so I smile with tooth decay Don't try to floss, you could get scraped, take, take no loss in any state (Yeah) I just came to swang and drag my tank across every lane Scrapin' up the interstate, Tabasco sauce, I'm hittin' stains Yeah, ayy, came up with the fuck-ups Yeah, ayy, so I can't help but fuck up Yeah, ayy, came up with the fuck-ups Yeah, hol' up, we tell 'em, "Shut the fuck up" I will always rep the 7th Ward, collectin' all seven rewards (Seven) Seven warriors, seven dented swords Unsheathe my blade and scream, "En garde! *59 captain, all on board" Former junkie comin' at you live from the junkyard Woah-woah, woah, woah-woah-woah (Grey*59, bitch; yeah-yeah-yeah, Northside shit, y'know I'm sayin') Woah-woah, woah, woah-woah-woah (Yeah-yeah-yeah; $ui-$ui-$uicide, Yung Wetto, $uicide) Woah-woah, woah, woah-woah-woah ([?] East Bloc' 2nd World shit, 7th-7th Ward) Woah-woah, woah, woah-woah-woah (Grey*59, 7th Ward)