$uicideboy$ - Low Key lyrics
[$uicideboy$ - Low Key lyrics]
I got a drip, catch me duckin'
All of these bitches ain't fucking me, no
Can't hold a conversation with no
One but my cousin
He tell me, "Don't worry, the money is comin'
These bitches is coming" yeah
The only question I got now
Will I see it before I end
Up dug in the ground?
Lay low at the bottom of a tulip bed
They know Ruby got a lot of useless thread
Cut me open, let me rest
There ain't nothin' in my chest
A hollow cage that caused my death
I'm hauled away, just pause my breath
Woke up dope sick with a cut wrist
Lil' bad bitch saying, "here's a plot twist"
When you cut it
You weren't even a little pissed
Just a grin on your face, saying
"watch this!"
Now I'm sittin' back thinkin' how sick am I?
But that went away the moment I got high
I'm saying now, "what it do, who are you?
Get the fuck out my living room
Get the fuck out my mental too
What, bitch? You can't hear when
I talk to you?" now I'm back to square one
With my hand on the gun
Mama screaming, "Son, don't do it I love
You, don't do it, don't do it, don't do it"
I can't help this feeling
Don't you see that I
Need all these prescriptions?
This ain't no living
It's only a vision of the vicious
Cycle that is my addiction
All of these bitches ain't fucking me, no
Can't hold a conversation with no
One but my cousin
He tell me, "Don't worry, the money is comin'
These bitches is coming" yeah
The only question I got now
Will I see it before I end
Up dug in the ground?
Lay low at the bottom of a tulip bed
They know Ruby got a lot of useless thread
Cut me open, let me rest
There ain't nothin' in my chest
A hollow cage that caused my death
I'm hauled away, just pause my breath
Woke up dope sick with a cut wrist
Lil' bad bitch saying, "here's a plot twist"
When you cut it
You weren't even a little pissed
Just a grin on your face, saying
"watch this!"
Now I'm sittin' back thinkin' how sick am I?
But that went away the moment I got high
I'm saying now, "what it do, who are you?
Get the fuck out my living room
Get the fuck out my mental too
What, bitch? You can't hear when
I talk to you?" now I'm back to square one
With my hand on the gun
Mama screaming, "Son, don't do it I love
You, don't do it, don't do it, don't do it"
I can't help this feeling
Don't you see that I
Need all these prescriptions?
This ain't no living
It's only a vision of the vicious
Cycle that is my addiction