[00:00.000] 作曲 : Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr.
[00:00.000][Intro]
[00:05.686]You ask me to help you
[00:10.591]How can I when you've kidnapped and stolen?
[00:14.012]For all I know, even murdered
[00:17.530]By nightfall, we will have left your Earth
[00:20.982]You will not see us until it is time
[00:25.455]Time for what?
[00:25.983]$uicideboy, bitch ($uicideboy, bitch)
[00:27.317][Verse 1: RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]
[00:28.374]When I die, auction off all my body parts
[00:31.264]Let's see what Oddy costs, under my skull, the shotty's cross
[00:34.420]Got all these opps on my dick like it's made of metal
[00:37.592]Makin' so much money, it's like my boss is the devil
[00:41.061]She loves me, she loves me not, I done ran out of petals
[00:44.013]Littered the ground with rose bits, I'll grip this thorny stem forever
[00:47.696]A portrait of my pain, an homage to my suffering
[00:50.858]Same tale I been uncovering
[00:52.202]I'm staining the world grey, y'all get back to coloring
[00:54.592][Verse 2: HALF CIG]
[00:54.592]Slickity-slickity sloth, thug Bach
[00:56.108]Shoot up the mass, it will B minor
[00:58.013]Jabbin' my arm, no Pfizer
[00:59.999]Dick cuffed like it cum with priors
[01:01.562]Liars all around me talkin' hugs and love
[01:05.400]Attaching kisses that come with wishes for death
[01:07.263]So they can touch my trust
[01:08.848]****, that's some hard mother****in' truth
[01:11.718]Still contemplatin' suicide, just upgraded a couple coupes
[01:14.906]Morally bankrupt, call the skank up to pretend she love me
[01:18.890]"But I do love you"
[01:20.486]Ho, don't talk while you ****in' suckin'
[01:22.325][Interlude: RUBY DA ARCHANGEL & HALF CIG]
[01:24.420]Uh, should we, I, that was a little short, bruh
[01:28.138]Well, ****, bro
[01:29.469]Can we, can we
[01:30.264]I just did eight bars 'cause I thought you said all you had to say
[01:31.826]Yeah, I got more shit to say, bro, like
[01:33.686]Well, I mean
[01:35.266]What? Tell me
[01:35.558]They sayin' you lost touch
[01:36.392][Verse 3: RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]
[01:36.920]Who the **** say Ruby done lost his touch?
[01:38.530]Blame my success on lots of luck
[01:40.660]But lots of luck didn't get your bitch un-****ed
[01:43.073]Blame my absence on the fact that my dick got stuck
[01:46.343]Call me evergreen, your bitch never seemed like she lost touch
[01:49.360]Beggin' me, she wants her jaw ****ed
[01:51.107]Withdraw from dope before I withdraw my cash
[01:53.514]Use her tongue to collect ash for the stash, I guess I'll smash
[01:56.671]Pull off in the GLE Wagon, ****ed up, I might crash
[02:00.388]Just thoughts and feelings from the half of me that is white trash
[02:03.263][Verse 4: HALF CIG]
[02:03.806]Bitch, I cheated death, ain't nothin' that I can't do
[02:06.498]Manipulation shawty, I could sell ice to Nanook
[02:10.024]I could sell ice to the jeweler, I could sell Christ like I'm Judas
[02:13.271]Self-righteous type of shooter, make my life insurance shoot up
[02:17.010]Wet screwed up, product of my environment
[02:20.639]My therapist was talkin' Freud, I rolled my eyes, then fired the bitch
[02:24.056]Why would I quit? My drug of choice is overdosin', duh
[02:27.235]My dick got no limits, I'm Master P pimpin'
[02:29.374]And makin' them bitches say "ugh"
[02:31.354][Outro: RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]
[02:34.862]You would be horrified at the sight of us
[02:37.763]Rain, rain, go away
[02:40.888]Two hundred on the dash, watch me hydroplane
[02:44.083]Gang, gang, gang's all grey
[02:47.763]From New Orleans to Ottawa, from Atlanta to the Bay

作曲 : Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr.
You ask me to help you
How can I when you've kidnapped and stolen?
For all I know, even murdered
By nightfall, we will have left your Earth
You will not see us until it is time
Time for what?
$uicideboy, bitch ($uicideboy, bitch)
When I die, auction off all my body parts
Let's see what Oddy costs, under my skull, the shotty's cross
Got all these opps on my dick like it's made of metal
Makin' so much money, it's like my boss is the devil
She loves me, she loves me not, I done ran out of petals
Littered the ground with rose bits, I'll grip this thorny stem forever
A portrait of my pain, an homage to my suffering
Same tale I been uncovering
I'm staining the world grey, y'all get back to coloring
Slickity-slickity sloth, thug Bach
Shoot up the mass, it will B minor
Jabbin' my arm, no Pfizer
Dick cuffed like it cum with priors
Liars all around me talkin' hugs and love
Attaching kisses that come with wishes for death
So they can touch my trust
****, that's some hard mother****in' truth
Still contemplatin' suicide, just upgraded a couple coupes
Morally bankrupt, call the skank up to pretend she love me
"But I do love you"
Ho, don't talk while you ****in' suckin'
Uh, should we, I, that was a little short, bruh
Well, ****, bro
Can we, can we
I just did eight bars 'cause I thought you said all you had to say
Yeah, I got more shit to say, bro, like
Well, I mean
What? Tell me
They sayin' you lost touch
Who the **** say Ruby done lost his touch?
Blame my success on lots of luck
But lots of luck didn't get your bitch un-****ed
Blame my absence on the fact that my dick got stuck
Call me evergreen, your bitch never seemed like she lost touch
Beggin' me, she wants her jaw ****ed
Withdraw from dope before I withdraw my cash
Use her tongue to collect ash for the stash, I guess I'll smash
Pull off in the GLE Wagon, ****ed up, I might crash
Just thoughts and feelings from the half of me that is white trash
Bitch, I cheated death, ain't nothin' that I can't do
Manipulation shawty, I could sell ice to Nanook
I could sell ice to the jeweler, I could sell Christ like I'm Judas
Self-righteous type of shooter, make my life insurance shoot up
Wet screwed up, product of my environment
My therapist was talkin' Freud, I rolled my eyes, then fired the bitch
Why would I quit? My drug of choice is overdosin', duh
My dick got no limits, I'm Master P pimpin'
And makin' them bitches say "ugh"
You would be horrified at the sight of us
Rain, rain, go away
Two hundred on the dash, watch me hydroplane
Gang, gang, gang's all grey
From New Orleans to Ottawa, from Atlanta to the Bay