Suicide Doors (Remix)

Suicide doors, on the f—

On the foreign import

Suicide doors, on the f—

On the foreign, on the foreign

Suicide doors, on the f—

On the foreign import

Suicide doors, on the f—

On the foreign import

Suicide doors, on the f—

On the foreign import

Suicide doors, on the f—

On the foreign, on the foreign

Suicide doors, on the f—

On the foreign import

Suicide doors, on the f—

On the foreign import

Drownin' in pain

Too many thoughts on my brain, got me goin' insane

Let me rest in the flame, let me rot wit' the dead

Run with the wicked, don't need to be gifted

Just fucked in the head with prescriptions

Dressed in all black, my description

Pray to the world they don't mention

Never had shit, bitch, I came from the trenches

Rap for I-shences is a felon, I raised my offenses

Still, fuck where you from, give a fuck who offended

Heaven or Hell, bitch, I made my decision

It's fuck your religion and fuck your opinion

I'm raidin' my bitch until I will be dead or in prison

Now, I steal that dope that they cook in the kitchen

And fuck who don't listen, like filled wit' addiction

Nobody stiffin', this Glock make a pussy go missin'

My soul want your wrists slit

Suicide doors, on the f—

On the foreign import

Suicide doors, on the f—

On the foreign, on the foreign

Suicide doors, on the f—

On the foreign import

Suicide doors, on the f—

On the foreign import