Lrc _UICIDEBOY_ - EITHER HATED OR IGNORED (Lyrics _ Su(MP3_160K)
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[00:20.88]Yah, yah, $carecrow, Ruby stay runnin'
[00:23.63]$carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $care—
[00:27.86]Norf'side, shit, where the fuck that been?
[00:29.87]R.I.P $lick $loth
[00:34.89]Playa haters surround me like vultures on a dead body
[00:38.36]Get the fuck from 'round me, ain't tryna be yo' fuckin' friend (ayy)
[00:42.85]White boy with the nappy hair
[00:44.88]Bought the platinums, nah, not double-O, bruh
[00:47.89]Bunch of all you thirsty
[00:49.36]Thirty somethin' motherfucker bald head headass
[00:53.87]Boy, get off this playa's nuts
[00:55.63]Test yo' luck, might catch slugs
[00:57.84]This that middle finger up
[00:59.62]Shit, fuck a bitch
[01:01.63]And fuck you too for thinkin' we would not make it
[01:05.12]Tell me really
[01:06.59](How does it feel?)
[01:07.38]If you were in the field believin' the vision that we living
[01:10.61]Fuck the fluxes of competition, we got the leverage
[01:16.12]Fuck you punks, we stock weapons
[01:18.13].47s, .45s, TECs, poles on deck
[01:20.87]Cut Throat, boy
[01:22.63]There's more than one reason that I'm a—
[01:25.12]Broke boy, ain't broke
[01:26.86]I got a lotta fucking bread, now I've seen the globe
[01:28.37]But for now the loaves sittin' in the right and left pockets
[01:30.34]Now my pockets got a lot of fuckin' holes
[01:31.62]Leaving trails of the crumbs so them fuckboys will follow, yeah
[01:34.10]Fill up that hollow stomach with my sorrow
[01:36.12]Tomorrow ain't promised a tough pill to swallow
[01:38.36]But Roxycodone ain't a tough pill to snort, it's a tough pill to kick
[01:41.62]Always fall short, standin' tall with my vice, fuck y'all for the sport
[01:45.37]The money, the bitches, the fame, feelin' like a whore
[01:47.35]Now I'm smokin' more ports
[01:48.59]And I'm closer to death then I was when I was poor
[01:51.60]Cooking pizzas in the kitchen, passin' out on the couch
[01:56.86]I'll die from being bored
[01:58.36](He'll die from bein' bored!)
[01:58.87]Sing a sad ass song with just four chords, oh lord
[02:03.36]Sing a sad ass song, another death in the 7th Ward, oh lord
[02:07.61]Sing a sad ass song for Yung $now, putting in hours at the morgue
[02:11.60]Sing a sad ass song for another tally on the sword
[02:15.09]Blizzard storm when I fucking mourn
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[ve:v1.2.3]
[00:20.88]Yah, yah, $carecrow, Ruby stay runnin'
[00:23.63]$carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $care—
[00:27.86]Norf'side, shit, where the fuck that been?
[00:29.87]R.I.P $lick $loth
[00:34.89]Playa haters surround me like vultures on a dead body
[00:38.36]Get the fuck from 'round me, ain't tryna be yo' fuckin' friend (ayy)
[00:42.85]White boy with the nappy hair
[00:44.88]Bought the platinums, nah, not double-O, bruh
[00:47.89]Bunch of all you thirsty
[00:49.36]Thirty somethin' motherfucker bald head headass
[00:53.87]Boy, get off this playa's nuts
[00:55.63]Test yo' luck, might catch slugs
[00:57.84]This that middle finger up
[00:59.62]Shit, fuck a bitch
[01:01.63]And fuck you too for thinkin' we would not make it
[01:05.12]Tell me really
[01:06.59](How does it feel?)
[01:07.38]If you were in the field believin' the vision that we living
[01:10.61]Fuck the fluxes of competition, we got the leverage
[01:16.12]Fuck you punks, we stock weapons
[01:18.13].47s, .45s, TECs, poles on deck
[01:20.87]Cut Throat, boy
[01:22.63]There's more than one reason that I'm a—
[01:25.12]Broke boy, ain't broke
[01:26.86]I got a lotta fucking bread, now I've seen the globe
[01:28.37]But for now the loaves sittin' in the right and left pockets
[01:30.34]Now my pockets got a lot of fuckin' holes
[01:31.62]Leaving trails of the crumbs so them fuckboys will follow, yeah
[01:34.10]Fill up that hollow stomach with my sorrow
[01:36.12]Tomorrow ain't promised a tough pill to swallow
[01:38.36]But Roxycodone ain't a tough pill to snort, it's a tough pill to kick
[01:41.62]Always fall short, standin' tall with my vice, fuck y'all for the sport
[01:45.37]The money, the bitches, the fame, feelin' like a whore
[01:47.35]Now I'm smokin' more ports
[01:48.59]And I'm closer to death then I was when I was poor
[01:51.60]Cooking pizzas in the kitchen, passin' out on the couch
[01:56.86]I'll die from being bored
[01:58.36](He'll die from bein' bored!)
[01:58.87]Sing a sad ass song with just four chords, oh lord
[02:03.36]Sing a sad ass song, another death in the 7th Ward, oh lord
[02:07.61]Sing a sad ass song for Yung $now, putting in hours at the morgue
[02:11.60]Sing a sad ass song for another tally on the sword
[02:15.09]Blizzard storm when I fucking mourn
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