depressive tongue posse – suicide drive lyrics
[sharxxx]
let me tell you a story about the fall of ’03
three dope boys in a corsica, that’s my homies and me
escapin’ out 2nd stories, like special forces to see
the lights of cities we missed bein’ out in the country
‘til 3 am on a wednesday, back to school around 5
but doin’ it anyway, gettin’ through textbooks like barely alive
way before i started smokin’, just so p-ssed all the time
listenin’ to robert smith, and thinkin’ ‘bout slittin’ my wrists all the time
so this was drugs, bein’ with two dudes who were too rude
had a few feuds, but used to always resume-sume and go back to what we do
which was shopliftin’, cop-p-ssin’-off, sendin’ shots with an airsoft
stoppin’ for coffee and paintin’ on walls
terrible vandals, but feelin’ less helpless than everywhere else
where they tellin’ off, or sellin’ you stuff
like, we all had just had enough
didn’t think i’d make it this far, i always thought it would just be too tough
so say what you want at me now, but i was the one known as
‘f-ggot’ and ‘freak’ and a ‘psycho’ and ‘loser,’
‘til i used my words to confuse ‘em but that
don’t mean i didn’t take a few hits, but always hit back
[boy froot]
thinkin’ ‘bout k!llin myself, drinkin’ offa lahey’s shelf like julian
got a gl-ss of whiskey, nothin’ else if i went to school again
know i’m skippin’ cl-ss, don’t hear the bell
chillin’ by the trash, i’ont even mind the smell
smokin’ cigarettes, morrissey c-ssettes
playin’ out the boombox, never could forget
man, that f-ckin’ dude rocks, got a suede head
got the gun c-cked, i’m bouta fill you with some lead
i was born dead, doctors can’t revive me
i’m f-cked up in the head, i’m on the suicide drive, g
ride ‘til i die, that’s my motto, b-tch i stay high
flyin’ on a kite and i like it, get out my way sky
i ain’t got nothin’ else to say, except for good day and bye
when the clouds is lookin’ dark grey, that’s when i’ma strike tonight
i might even lose my f-ckin’ life tonight, but i hit ‘em with a knife in a fight, th-ss right
take a hit off that pipe but it’s laced with ice
the cops always chase every day that i…
suicide drive, hangin’ out the p-ssenger side of my best friend’s ride
and i think i saw a ghost…
never felt the need to look around for pistols
cuz i wanna be famous, but not for somethin’ that’s pitiful
i don’t know how it is now, maybe the situation just more critical
don’t let them give you some sh-t, but deal with them without the missiles
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