suicideboys - lo-fi | Текст песни

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[Verse 1: Norman Atomic]

Selling crack at the crack of dawn
Pushing a burgundy Benz
Bet you've never seen a Goblin yawn
Got a gang of Genghis Khans
Drinking blood like a Sauvignon
Welcome to my tundra terradome
Sliced gold cheddar with an ice cold set
Mongolian leather belt tied around my neck
Fuck a cheap thrill, only the finest of deaths
Loneliness is my finesse
Satan in the flesh
Me and God didn't mesh
Unlimited freshness
Grinning for death
Money I need less
Fuck a fucking check
Check back with the Tec
Mack-10 make you wet
Fuck giving it thought when I could just get head
Laying in bed thinking about how my life is like my bank account
Bitch, it's empty and spent
Now they be asking where Oddy Nuff went

[Hook: Norman Atomic]

It's that Lo-Fi (Five)
Broken Sky (Nine)
Golden dye (Five)
Cold and dry (Nine)
Ocean type (Five - Nine) x4

[Verse 2: Anthony Mars]

Yung Jax Teller
Bodies in the cellar
Hoe's like Hellen Keller, they ain't speaking, they ain't telling
Butterfly blade
Never rock a fade
Got a few satanic ways for these fuck boys on my wave
Skinny white creep seven days a week
Smoking on some PCP, sipping on that DMT
Never asked to rap because I don't like you mother fuckers
Always on my back, bunch of biting mother fuckers
Five nine my fucking brothers
Got your bitch under the covers
It's that mary jane burning, syrup got me slurring
Turning down on them spokes, hang me from a fucking rope
Hang me from a fucking rope

[Hook]

[Outro]
Kill 'em all x11

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