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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Vocals
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Vocals
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producer

Lyrics

White, white boy so cold they call me blow
Want to fuck with me?
I know scarecrow
Call up navigator
Blow a bag of dope, oh
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
Slickity slick keep the flame on the Bic
Bitches run mouth when they all full of dick
Roaches on me as I walk through the pit
I'm that sick mother fucker hanging from a bridge
Tiptoeing Hells' ridge like I don't have no caution
Kidnap 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
Suicide let the trigger finger slide
Grey tides we ride
Hear the battle cries for the most high
Young Christ, he died
The scarecrow has risen tonight
Written by: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux, Scott Arceneaux Jr.
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