12th Street Pharmacist Suicide
[Intro]
Seismic
[Chorus]
Yeah (ayy, yeah)
Put a gun right to my head (ayy, ayy, yeah)
Lay me down and put me to rest (oh no)
Takin' shots of codeine to the head (ayy, ayy, yeah)
So I ain't gotta eel no more pain
Suicide, suicide, ayy, yeah
Suicide, ayy, yeah, suicide, yeah
Suicide, ayy, yeah, suicide, ayy
Suicide, suicide, yeah
[Verse 1]
Suicide doors on my Wraith (oh, oh, oh)
All these Percocets, wear a cape (oh, oh, oh)
Wear a cape 'cause it save me from the pain (ayy, yeah)
Committed suicide, I see you chose your fate (ayy, ayy)
When you look at me, you see it's better places
You put your life right on the line, the yellow tape's there
This shit is dead, ho, you're an enemy
Put on the death row, you get the penalty
I got two on a line and that feng shui
You put your life on the line, sippin' that Bombay
Bring out that choppa from the north to blow my mind (ayy, yeah)
Ayy, yeah, these hoes, they make believe, they'll waste your time (said)
I need some morphine injected, therefore I cannot wake up
Fuck these lame schemin' hoes that use you for a lil' way up
Woah, remember what you said to me
Lil' dumbass bitch, you dead to me
[Chorus]
Put a gun right to your head (ayy, ayy, yeah)
This time it's gon' be your life I take (kill that ho)
Puttin' synthetic drugs in your shake
Now I can make you feel all of my pain
Homicide, homicide, homicide, ayy
Homicide, homicide, ayy
Homicide, homicide, ayy
[Verse 2]
Oh, my boots, they came from Balenciaga
It's a slow death, keep your eyes closed
Stand right next to my wrist, you'll feel Chicago
Fuck these hoes I never had time for
Ridin' suicide, baby, with my summertime lady
You would ride or die, maybe, no you full lies, crazy
Take the pain away, I can feel the anger
No more lookin' at me, to me you're a stranger
Look at the dash, man I had to pull the Range up
It be them redbone lil' bitches that you can't trust
Ayy, this that cash talk, watch me take this mask off
Stomp that lil' nigga and leave his body on the asphault
Ayy, yeah, stop that name droppin' nigga, swear you do it every time
We don't f..ck with your kind 'cause our values don't align
In a Tesla Sprinter in the winter while we're tourin'
Chop the roof, this time put a bull on a foreign
[Chorus]
Put a gun right to your head (ayy, ayy, yeah)
This time it's gon' be your life I take (kill that ho)
Puttin' synthetic drugs in your shake
Now I can make you feel all of my pain
Homicide, homicide, homicide, ayy
Homicide, homicide, ayy
Homicide, homicide, ayy
[Outro]
Save me, baby
Homicide, girl
The Pharmacist
Now go and save her
Go and save her
Woah
Put a gun right to my head
Lay me down and put me to rest
