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letra de suicidal thoughts in the back of the cadillac pt. 2 - pouya

[intro: shakewell]
mtm, hit ’em with the heat

[verse 1: pouya]
i’m a down south florida boy, ain’t goin’ back to hollywood
from the gutter to your guts, let me ignite the firewood
still i roll slow in the chevy donk
never forget where i rose up from
spit on my face, get rid of my funds
and who am i? just another guy stuck in desperation
lookin’ at the ceilin’ fan, spinnin’ around, havin’ a panic attack
i don’t pop no pills ’cause it don’t take the pain away from me
i don’t crack no seals ’cause it done took the gang away from me
i been known to pimp a ho, got dirty loafers on my feet
b-tch you got me mesmerized, them thighs the size of me
lemme slide inside your body beef, b-tch
i got my chain on, ain’t a thing wrong with a broken frozen wrist
b-tch, b-tch

[chorus: pouya]
them suicidal thoughts inside the cadillac won’t fade away
another day i p-ss away, another day don’t go my way
another ho gon’ look my way, lookin’ for a paper chase
but b-tch i’m not the one, so get your comfort from another
them suicidal thoughts inside the cadillac won’t fade away
another day i p-ss away, another day don’t go my way
another ho gon’ look my way, lookin’ for a paper chase
but b-tch i’m not the one, so get your comfort from another

[verse 2: pouya]
everything i did is crumblin’ beneath my feet
i’m feelin’ lonely, feelin’ like i’m only stuck with memories
take me back to what i was, take away what i’ve become
take away the grayer days, take the bullet out my brain
take my d-ck out your mouth and let me be myself
i wonder what the people around me think about me
back to my shady ways i go
pack the gat and let it blow
just let my lover, brother, mother, sisters, father know i love ’em
mikey, i told you we was gon be somethin’
look at us now ’cause now we buzzin’, pressin’ b-ttons
diamonds dancin’ by the dozen
nick, i told you we would rise from nothin’
look at the way they look at me now
rich forever, blowin’ money ’til i’m senile

[verse 3: pouya]
i got addicted to the money as i fell inside a hole
the cries and crowd get louder, the deeper that i go
n-body know what i’ve been doin’, tell myself i hate myself
i can’t control the cards i’m dealt
i spent a lot of time alone inside my room
thinkin’ about what i would do if i knew you was on the fence about me too, b-tch
i crashed the whip and hit a b-tch, and almost k!lled the b-tch
an now i’m back in the cadillac with that black pistol grip
the ac don’t work and i’m feelin’ like i was a kid again
feelin’ like i wasn’t gettin’ in with the cooler kids
how the f-ck can i get out of this funk?
if i die, you cry, then move on, the next day
i’m ill-advised, f-ck you, b-tch, you can’t even look me in my eyes

- pouya

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