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letra de suicide bay - mitchell bay

[verse 1: scrim]
they said we wasn’t sh-t, now they all want to die
sold souls grow cold, with the devil on my side
sippin 4s, swervin’ slow, with them 20s on my ride
p-ssy strong because i glo, but all them hoes they get denied
nother b-tch, nother day, with another blunt smoked
hit the switches on the lake, on my mirror is a rope
suicide til we ashes, fifty nine grey b-st-rds
after that just take my urn and f-cking dump it on the pastor

[interlude: mitch-ll bay]
i used to be p-ssive, so when i p-ss please
just grab a wrap and, roll me up and smoke me
i’m talking bout’ my ashes, yeah just let me go off…..

[verse 2: ruby da cherry]
i’m from the seventh, ain’t no heaven, in my destination
engine revving, aiming for the lake
i’m betting on how long it takes for me to sink below
i go so low, so low, ain’t got no hoe i know i’m dead
cause when it’s cold outside i see no breath
i know i’m dead
because my neck is red from rigor mortis
settling, i’m settling down underneath the ground, inside the grave
i slick keep digging, yeah you never finished because death is eternal
b-tch im infernal, eternally determined
to murder myself

[verse 3: mitch-ll bay]
with the pain that i’ve engraved all up in my sub conscious
from the self doubt among a couple other problems
i make my way through the flames
unmasked like kane, brimstones in my pocket
there ain’t sh-t that you constructed
so the f-ck down is where you can sit
ridin round with suicide
in the n.o. on that voodoo tip
when i blow up i’m gonna cop a necklace that’s doubles as a belt
and when i murder myself
please play reservoir dogs at my celebration of life
i don’t want a funeral i don’t want no crying
tell my mama that i’m sorry
this is not her fault
remember when i spilt the apple juice in the hall
feeding what’s eating at me
i will feast until i starve
behaving self destructive
hip hop cracked my sh-ll up open
unleashed my soul planted a third eye up on my fore
closing out the openings of stores
when i go off, when i go off
feelin like gorilla zoe mixtape a month
i get so lost when i’m in the booth, when i press record
i just might say thank you basedgod
on a song with $uicideboy$ oh my lord
feelin evil lucid i might peel em like i’m luca magnotta
rockin rothco with my papa derek deano, b-mping clams casino
wrestling with my demons like ricky the dragon steamboat
mitchy man savage carlito
i record on an apple with a hawaiian shirt on
rowdy roddy piper mixed with a rowdy mothaf-cka off the street
i’m always spittin’ one too many

- mitchell bay

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