$uicideboy$ – Materialism as a Means to an End

$licky, $licky, $licky
Lil Remains, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hunnid K on a fuckboy, hmm (Fuckboy)
Fuck I look like? Think I trust boys, yeah
Full of hate, I’ma kill joy
$licky ridin’ on blades like a hot boy
Aye, 50k on the chain, chain, chain
Grey, Grey, it’s the gang, gang, gang (Gang, gang)
Load the K’s, leave a stain, stain, stain
Fucking right I’m out my brain, brain, brain

Spin the block out with the Glock out 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 bitch in the beginning, ayy, yeah
K-I-LL-E-R
So many bodies, made a hobby at the ER
Rollin’ with Oddy, smoking a gaudy for my leisurе
Whipping the mazi, pumpin’ the shotty, trigger squeezеr
Breakin’ the bitch, swervin’ the Benz, fuckin’ the means
Gonna fuckin’ the murder the pussy and her friends
My reality is hell, I don’t pretend, yeah, yeah
I just learn to blend in with the sin
Here we go again, here we go (Here we go)
Wanna come and try $licky? 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

Hunnid K on a fuckboy, hmm
Fuck I look like? Think I trust boys, yeah
Full of hate, I’ma kill joy
Ruby ridin’ on blades like a hot boy
Aye, 50k on the chain, chain, chain
Grey, Grey, it’s the gang, gang, gang
Load the K’s, leave a stain, stain, stain (Hunnid)
Fuckin’ right I’m out my brain, brain, brain

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 motherfucker 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
Bitch, 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, fuckin’ shaky
Grip on that .380, voices tellin’ me I’m crazy
Sold my soul, I’m Grey until my final destination

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