Текст песни Vincent Van Gogh Ain't Got Shit on Me - $uicideboy$
White
boy
so
cold
they
call
me
snow,
hoe
Want
to
fuck
with
me?
I
know
Scarecrow,
hoe
Call
up
Navigator
Blow
a
bag
of
dope,
hoe
Starry
Night
Posted
on
the
fucking
boat
No
limit
to
my
suicidal
thoughts
God
I
bet
you
fucking
chew
through
my
own
thoughts
Smoke
a
blunt
Told
her
who
am
I
to
cough
when
you
the
one
who
at
a
loss
for
the
mother
fucking
words
Throw
her
to
the
fucking
curb
No
loss
Bitch
I
be
the
fucking
boss
Got
frost
on
my
shoulder
but
I
had
to
wipe
it
off
Cut
my
wrists
just
for
the
fucking
gloss
Duck
a
pig
Fuck
a
bitch
How
I
floss
Fuck
boys
in
my
way,
Christ
coming
off
the
cross
See
them
motherfuckers
pause
not
knowing
it
depends
on
a
fucking
coin
toss
Either
way
I
fucking
lost
$lickity
$lick
keep
the
flame
on
the
bic
Bitches
run
mouth
when
they
all
fulla
dick
Roaches
on
me
as
I
walk
thru
the
pit
I'm
that
sick
mother
fucker
hanging
from
a
bridge
Tip
toeing
Hells
ridge
like
I
don't
have
no
caution
Kid
nap
your
hoe
put
that
bitch
in
an
auction
Click
clack,
oh
no,
now
y'all
laying
in
coffins
Get
back
fuck
boy
cuz
my
homicides
often
Murderous
genocide
Conquering
just
to
divide
Coincide
with
my
fucked
up
mind
$uicide
let
the
trigger
finger
slide
Grey
tides
we
ride
Hear
the
battle
cries
for
the
most
high
Yung
Christ,
he
died
The
$carecrow
has
risen
tonight
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