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letra de materialism as a means to an end - $uicideboy$

[intro: $crim]
(you did good, $l!ck)
$l!cky, $l!cky, $l!cky
lil remains, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus: $crim]
hunnid k on a f-ckboy, hmm (f-ckboy)
f-ck i look like? think i trust boys, yeah
full of hate, i’ma k!ll joy
$l!cky ridin’ on blades like a hot boy
ayy, 50 k on the chain, chain, chain (chain, chain)
grey, grey, it’s the gang, gang, gang (gang, gang)
load the k’s, leave a stain, stain, stain
f-cking right i’m out my brain, brain, brain (brain, brain)

[verse 1: $crim]
spin the block out with the glock out like a menace (like a menace)
gimme a minute, i’ma make sure that it’s finished
if i’m ridin’, bendin’ corners, say your penance
should’ve listened to your b-tch in the beginning, ayy, yeah
k-i- double l-e-r
so many bodies, madе a hobby at the er
rollin’ with oddy, smoking a gaudy for my leisure
whipping thе mazi, pumpin’ the shotty, trigger squeezer
breakin’ the b-tch, swervin’ the benz, f-ckin’ the means
gonna f-ckin’ the murder the p-ssy and her friends
my reality is h-ll, i don’t pretend, yeah, yeah
i just learn to blend in with the sin (ayy, ayy)
here we go again, here we go (here we go)
wanna come and try $l!cky? you should know (you should know)
i got a thousand ways for you to end in yellow tape
and i got plenty people ’round me wanna earn they way
[chorus: ruby da cherry]
hunnid k on a f-ckboy, hmm
f-ck i look like? think i trust boys, yeah
full of hate, i’ma k!ll joy
ruby ridin’ on blades like a hot boy
ayy, 50 k on the chain, chain, chain
grey, grey, it’s the gang, gang, gang
load the k’s, leave a stain, stain, stain (hunnid)
f-ckin’ right i’m out my brain, brain, brain

[verse 2: ruby da cherry]
hunnid k for the car, half a mil’ for the addiction
they shipped me off the rehab ’cause i started questionin’ my existence (huh?)
gimme the prescriptions and i’ll show you repetition (yuh)
stubborn motherf-cker you know ruby never listens (uh, what?)
grey-59, by time to the grave
time flyin’ every day
it’s on my name, i’m confined to the page until a spine and a stain is the only thing remaining
pullin’ up in the mercedes
b-tch, i’m pushin’ up daisies
vision always blurry and my memory hazy
grey bandana out the window wave it while i’m racin’
raisin’ my hand to the sky until the angels come and take me (i’m waiting!)
awaken my demons, breakin’ me down to my knees, they wanna break me
they wanna isolate me, leave me naked, f-ckin’ shaky
grip on that .380, voices tellin’ me i’m crazy
sold my soul, i’m grey until my final destination
[outro]
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- uicideboy

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