[Intro: Max Beck]
They changed so much, you know what I'm saying?
How did these two motherfuckers, from New Orleans
How did they change, how did they change music?
[Verse 1: Ruby Da Cherry]
Yeah, I was the wave, but now I feel the tide pullin' back
Ocean flat, often I lay in this coffin, sleep on my back, toss a couple of 'em back
My liver really startin' to slack, and I can feel myself decayin' from the cigarette packs
I haven't thought of suicide since I was livin' in the back of Blackout's pad, my heart torn in half
Now I've got everything I ever wanted, but now I don't want it
It feels like I'm haunted, it feels like I'm cursed, hopefully soon I'll return to the dirt
A material world with a virtual nerve, yeah, I'll see what it's worth, throw me out on the curb
Leave me behind, walk a straight line to hell, as y'all swerve away, lost in the choice not to sell
Roll me up a blunt, ayy, I need to get lost, ayy
All y'all talkin' 'bout sauce, I'm wipin' frozen cuts with frost
I'm slicin' open guts, and tossin' frauds off to the side, half of suicide
A couple million, now we're ready to fucking die
[Verse 2: $lick $loth]
Two cups and a bad bitch, then I pop me a Xanax, quick
Call Shake when I need that fix, call Nick when I need that itch
Call Krez just to pop on 'phetamine, Max Beck in the back, pop seventeen
Yung Kurt Cobain with the heroin, $lick love drugs over everything
Shoot the stars up in my veins, woah, but look at your bankroll
So? Just spend it on more dope, more woes, fuck you care for?
But lately, I feel guilty, I feel so badly
They say I made it, and that should be satisfactory
Lately, I feel like I have nobody
All alone in a empty hotel lobby
They changed so much, you know what I'm saying?
How did these two motherfuckers, from New Orleans
How did they change, how did they change music?
[Verse 1: Ruby Da Cherry]
Yeah, I was the wave, but now I feel the tide pullin' back
Ocean flat, often I lay in this coffin, sleep on my back, toss a couple of 'em back
My liver really startin' to slack, and I can feel myself decayin' from the cigarette packs
I haven't thought of suicide since I was livin' in the back of Blackout's pad, my heart torn in half
Now I've got everything I ever wanted, but now I don't want it
It feels like I'm haunted, it feels like I'm cursed, hopefully soon I'll return to the dirt
A material world with a virtual nerve, yeah, I'll see what it's worth, throw me out on the curb
Leave me behind, walk a straight line to hell, as y'all swerve away, lost in the choice not to sell
Roll me up a blunt, ayy, I need to get lost, ayy
All y'all talkin' 'bout sauce, I'm wipin' frozen cuts with frost
I'm slicin' open guts, and tossin' frauds off to the side, half of suicide
A couple million, now we're ready to fucking die
[Verse 2: $lick $loth]
Two cups and a bad bitch, then I pop me a Xanax, quick
Call Shake when I need that fix, call Nick when I need that itch
Call Krez just to pop on 'phetamine, Max Beck in the back, pop seventeen
Yung Kurt Cobain with the heroin, $lick love drugs over everything
Shoot the stars up in my veins, woah, but look at your bankroll
So? Just spend it on more dope, more woes, fuck you care for?
But lately, I feel guilty, I feel so badly
They say I made it, and that should be satisfactory
Lately, I feel like I have nobody
All alone in a empty hotel lobby
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