Old Addicts, New Habits (Explicit) - $UICIDEBOY$
Composed by：Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Produced by：Budd Dwyer
No no you make a right on Paris
And no you pass the mural
Yeah yeah yeah by that
By that fucking sketchy gas station
Yeah right there in the in the fucking seventh Ward
Riding through Gentilly in the eighty five Fleetwood
Coral leather seats bone body with a teal hood
Albino alligator boots bitch I feel good
Big dog status flickin' ashes
I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Shrug emoticon the fifty nine Don
Always puffin' Indica
Keep the hoes huffin' lick my nuts
I could give a fuck what you think
Grey clouds start to form when you speak
I'm 'bout to
I'm 'bout to grab the umbrella out the suicide door
Bob Breck reporting to you live from the storm
I don't wanna die in the five O four
Ads spamming suicide alive and on tour
These days I'm feeling blessed
Just to be bored
Instead of being blacked out on the floor
Oh my lord what's the score?
A brand-new form
Dirty but I mean well
Praying I don't see
Praying I don't see
Dirty but I mean
Praying I don't see
Praying I don't see
Praying I don't see
Keep my cup dirty but I mean well
Praying I don't see hell
Cumming inside my bitch in hopes
She get a baby to cradle
Hating like someone paid them
Got people there ain't no saving
One of my homies he kicked the dope
But now he stuck on the kratom
Okay then walk in a room full of people
Taking credit like they made us
Homies that I call friends now they suing
I'm like okay fuck
Hating up on the net
But face to face it never get brought up
Why when I get my flowers
I smell piss up in the water?
Yeah hop on the live for a minute
Get me a plaque off a snippet
If they ain't with grey
Then fuck all these rappers you know I'm a bigot
Possessed when I hit the stage
I show 'em something religious
Been upping my muhfuckin' meds
'Cause I been waking up tempted
Every day feel like I'm dying
Filled with anxiety panicking
On the dark side of the Northside
Skywalking like Anakin
Keep me a chip on my shoulder so much
You would think that I rather it
Straight out the muhfuckin' underground
Yeah I'm straight out the labyrinth
Breaking the habit breaking the habit
Breaking the habit load up the ratchet
Bloody the sabbath fill up the caskets
Everything grey but the carrots
Yeah grey till the maggots
Praying I don't feel it
Praying I don't feel it
Praying I don't feel it
