$uicideboy$ - ​I H​​UNG MYSELF FOR A PERSONA​///NOW l'M UP TO MY NECK WITH OFFERS lyrics

I been itching for a plot, yeah
But ain't no waving cannons on my block, no
7th Ward Lord, take a shot, yeah
I'ma keep my head down (Don't give a fuck)
Switching scripts, they're never in
The same spot, yeah
Fuck this music shit, I'm itchin' for a plot
Yeah ain't no, ain't no fucking
Digit's on my clock, no
I ain't one of y'all, just let me rot, yeah
I was just with Peep in London
Still feel like I don't exist at all, no
Fuck this social gathering
I'ma smoke a square out in the fucking hall
Yuh they told me watch out for the snakes
But they forgot about the plague
And the AK and with Lil Remains
And the AK and what little remains
What little remains

Prolly cop a script of Roxy
Oddy kinda sloppy
Got me dodgin' all these bodies
Bodybag 'em in thе lobby
Droppin' Adderall in alcohol
And then I pop a fucking Oxy i'm a zombie
I'm a mothеrfucking dead man walking
Speak on Oddy name
It's just another dead man talking
Got these dead men stalking
Copy silhouette chalky
Typin' out your problems
Just another red handed Hawking
Cherry-flavored dick
Ruby got these chickenheads squawking
Do it how I does it, yeah
Fuck the way they say they taught me
Please just fucking off me
Plague is pleading for diseases, so y'all
Get the fuck up off me
Only sayin' cheese when I ask
How much they brought me fuck a frame freeze
Command delete on these
Fucking paparazzi's offspring