King Tulip

They changed so much, you know what I'm saying?

How did these two motherfuckers, from New Orleans

How did they change, how did they change music?

Yeah, I was the wave, but now I feel the tide pullin' back

Ocean flat, often I lay in this coffin, sleep on my back, toss a couple of 'em back

My liver really startin' to slack, and I can feel myself decayin' from the cigarette packs

I haven't thought of $UICIDE since I was livin' in the back of Blackout's pad, my heart torn in half

Now I've got everything I ever wanted, but now I don't want it

It feels like I'm haunted, it feels like I'm cursed, hopefully soon I'll return to the dirt

A material world with a virtual nerve, yeah, I'll see what it's worth, throw me out on the curb

Leave me behind, walk a straight line to hell, as y'all swerve away, lost in the choice not to sell

Roll me up a blunt, aye, I need to get lost, aye

All y'all talkin' 'bout sauce, I'm wipin' frozen cuts with frost

I'm slicin' open guts, and tossin' frauds off to the side, half of $uicide

A couple million, now we're ready to fucking die

Two cups and a bad bitch, then I pop me a Xanax, quick

Call Shake when I need that fix, call Nick when I need that itch

Call Krez just to pop on 'phetamine, Max Beck in the back, pop seventeen

Yung Kurt Cobain with the heroin, $lick love drugs over everything

Shoot the stars up in my veins, whoa, but look at your bankroll

So? Just spend it on more dope, more woes, fuck you care for?

But lately, I feel guilty, I feel so badly

They say I made it, and that should be satisfactory

Lately, I feel like I have nobody

All alone in an empty hotel lobby

4 AM, praying, can I get some rest?

Dreams of $uicide and the need for death

4 AM, praying, can I get some rest?

Dreams of $uicide and the need for death