Songtexte Pale Suburbian - Biv

Thoughts get heavy on me
Grandmama died, and it still preying on me
Old bitch hate my guts, so she flaked on me
Internet talk gettin fucked in the brain for me
Sometimes I wish a fucka let it bang for me
Assisted suicide, miles high, with the chains on me
Ya'll been laugh track, pumpin till she bad back, curious about that, didn't know she was Ya bitch homie
Aint know me or know me then
Just wait until you bury them
You'll be prayin to whatever God they carrying
See the way they carry him
Box locked, couple words to knock him in the dirt again
Goodbye, so long, another friend
Tell me if this finna end
Woke the fuck up for the bands
And never ask for the hand outs from the mans

Best for you, but it's shit for me
Can't break bread from the shit I seen
Couldn't be team
Man run 3rd string
She get a pass till she cling
My bitch dead in my mental
Your bitch come off the street
Taking the time that I need
Don't hit my line for the shit you can't keep

Head goin twist
Like my dick on her lips
Boy you a simp
Soundin goddamn sick
Spend it all on a bitch for a flic
Throwin bands that she earned from her tips
Boy you a spill in the script
They been the cause of this shit

Lackin, bitch tryna see me slackin
I ain't even bout that action
But I don't trust what happens
Might be the first one to blast it
Or put myself up in the casket
Dead man walkin and talkin
They only want a reaction
Silently make my transaction
Pussy just been a distraction
Thought you was special, bitch you been a fraction
Mental been keepin me active
They talk the smoke, but the first one to ash it
I never wanted this practice
Just let me live in my traction
Just let me live in my traction

Bitch go pogo
Loco, choke hold
Way too so so
Slow mo
Watch me snap like photo
Ass goin clap like bravo
She peak like promo
Ass goin clap like bravo
She peak like promo

Bitch go pogo
Loco, choke hold
Way too so so
Slow mo
Make me snap like photo
Ass been clappin just like bravo
She go peak like promo
She go peak like promo

Lord save me boy I'm dyin in my cuts
Only want me with the funds
All that money trap they lungs
Time got fucked
You fuckin punk
Don't feel this numb
You a fuckin bum