Thoughts Of Suicide Lyrics
| Song | Thoughts Of Suicide |
| Artist | Cashis |
| Album | The County Hound EP |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Johnson, Mathers, Turner | |
| Lies in the game, I entertain, | |
| The last lines of the next Kurt Kobain, | |
| Standin at the mirror with a nine at my brain, | |
| Most rap guys wanna die for the fame, | |
| Supposed to die young cause Im in a gang, | |
| And I cant change cause I entertain, | |
| Can sniff three verses, through lines of cane, | |
| You just realized that Im insane, | |
| Im enraged engaged in a war of ways, | |
| They can have me spray shots off the stage, | |
| If I die like Malcolm, will you feel my pain? | |
| Or just cry like a bitch while I lay in my grave | |
| If I die like Pac cause I yearned to bang, | |
| You discredit me, like I never learned a thang, | |
| If I died like Big, would you praise my rhymes, | |
| And give me the spot best of all time | |
| If I died in N Y with the West Coast ride, | |
| And the beef not stopping till hip hop died, | |
| Will a nigga who don't understand that line, | |
| Try and damage my safety in NY? | |
| Will the rap game embrace me, cause I got skill? | |
| For the lies of that man, will I get killed? | |
| Im just getting high, getting high, | |
| Thinking suicide, suicide, | |
| Im just getting high, getting high, | |
| Thinking suicide, suicide, | |
| Im just getting high, getting high, | |
| Thinking suicide, suicide, | |
| Will the crimes of my youth come back to haunt me? | |
| By the time I shoot, my father want me? | |
| When I tour will my girl, become a whore, | |
| And come back home and cant **** her raw, | |
| If I walk on stage like **** the law, | |
| Will the hip hop cops try and kill my squad? | |
| Will the niggas on my team really ride like they say? | |
| Or push me in the shots, 'he gon die anyway' | |
| Is niggas really jealous, cause I got shine? | |
| Is it envy from the fellas, cause I got signed? | |
| Will the whole hood hate, cause I speak my mind, | |
| Will I die for a rhyme before I reach my prime? | |
| If I kill my bitch, like Robert Blake, | |
| Do I got enough money, to beat the case? | |
| If I crash out, right before I end the race, | |
| And die for I come out, would you fell my pain? | |
| Im almost to a point, where I cant be saved | |
| My mind state at a place, where it cant be changed | |
| Laws gotta nigga stuck, like he cant be brave, | |
| But I gotta back up, all the shit I say, | |
| Its lies in the game, I entertain, | |
| Standin in the mirror with a nine at my brain | |
| Most rap guys wanna die for the fame. | |
| Im just getting high, getting high, | |
| Thinking suicide, suicide, | |
| Im just getting high, getting high, | |
| Thinking suicide, suicide, | |
| Im just getting high, getting high, | |
| Thinking suicide, suicide. |
| zuo qu : Johnson, Mathers, Turner | |
| Lies in the game, I entertain, | |
| The last lines of the next Kurt Kobain, | |
| Standin at the mirror with a nine at my brain, | |
| Most rap guys wanna die for the fame, | |
| Supposed to die young cause Im in a gang, | |
| And I cant change cause I entertain, | |
| Can sniff three verses, through lines of cane, | |
| You just realized that Im insane, | |
| Im enraged engaged in a war of ways, | |
| They can have me spray shots off the stage, | |
| If I die like Malcolm, will you feel my pain? | |
| Or just cry like a bitch while I lay in my grave | |
| If I die like Pac cause I yearned to bang, | |
| You discredit me, like I never learned a thang, | |
| If I died like Big, would you praise my rhymes, | |
| And give me the spot best of all time | |
| If I died in N Y with the West Coast ride, | |
| And the beef not stopping till hip hop died, | |
| Will a nigga who don' t understand that line, | |
| Try and damage my safety in NY? | |
| Will the rap game embrace me, cause I got skill? | |
| For the lies of that man, will I get killed? | |
| Im just getting high, getting high, | |
| Thinking suicide, suicide, | |
| Im just getting high, getting high, | |
| Thinking suicide, suicide, | |
| Im just getting high, getting high, | |
| Thinking suicide, suicide, | |
| Will the crimes of my youth come back to haunt me? | |
| By the time I shoot, my father want me? | |
| When I tour will my girl, become a whore, | |
| And come back home and cant her raw, | |
| If I walk on stage like the law, | |
| Will the hip hop cops try and kill my squad? | |
| Will the niggas on my team really ride like they say? | |
| Or push me in the shots, ' he gon die anyway' | |
| Is niggas really jealous, cause I got shine? | |
| Is it envy from the fellas, cause I got signed? | |
| Will the whole hood hate, cause I speak my mind, | |
| Will I die for a rhyme before I reach my prime? | |
| If I kill my bitch, like Robert Blake, | |
| Do I got enough money, to beat the case? | |
| If I crash out, right before I end the race, | |
| And die for I come out, would you fell my pain? | |
| Im almost to a point, where I cant be saved | |
| My mind state at a place, where it cant be changed | |
| Laws gotta nigga stuck, like he cant be brave, | |
| But I gotta back up, all the shit I say, | |
| Its lies in the game, I entertain, | |
| Standin in the mirror with a nine at my brain | |
| Most rap guys wanna die for the fame. | |
| Im just getting high, getting high, | |
| Thinking suicide, suicide, | |
| Im just getting high, getting high, | |
| Thinking suicide, suicide, | |
| Im just getting high, getting high, | |
| Thinking suicide, suicide. |
| zuò qǔ : Johnson, Mathers, Turner | |
| Lies in the game, I entertain, | |
| The last lines of the next Kurt Kobain, | |
| Standin at the mirror with a nine at my brain, | |
| Most rap guys wanna die for the fame, | |
| Supposed to die young cause Im in a gang, | |
| And I cant change cause I entertain, | |
| Can sniff three verses, through lines of cane, | |
| You just realized that Im insane, | |
| Im enraged engaged in a war of ways, | |
| They can have me spray shots off the stage, | |
| If I die like Malcolm, will you feel my pain? | |
| Or just cry like a bitch while I lay in my grave | |
| If I die like Pac cause I yearned to bang, | |
| You discredit me, like I never learned a thang, | |
| If I died like Big, would you praise my rhymes, | |
| And give me the spot best of all time | |
| If I died in N Y with the West Coast ride, | |
| And the beef not stopping till hip hop died, | |
| Will a nigga who don' t understand that line, | |
| Try and damage my safety in NY? | |
| Will the rap game embrace me, cause I got skill? | |
| For the lies of that man, will I get killed? | |
| Im just getting high, getting high, | |
| Thinking suicide, suicide, | |
| Im just getting high, getting high, | |
| Thinking suicide, suicide, | |
| Im just getting high, getting high, | |
| Thinking suicide, suicide, | |
| Will the crimes of my youth come back to haunt me? | |
| By the time I shoot, my father want me? | |
| When I tour will my girl, become a whore, | |
| And come back home and cant her raw, | |
| If I walk on stage like the law, | |
| Will the hip hop cops try and kill my squad? | |
| Will the niggas on my team really ride like they say? | |
| Or push me in the shots, ' he gon die anyway' | |
| Is niggas really jealous, cause I got shine? | |
| Is it envy from the fellas, cause I got signed? | |
| Will the whole hood hate, cause I speak my mind, | |
| Will I die for a rhyme before I reach my prime? | |
| If I kill my bitch, like Robert Blake, | |
| Do I got enough money, to beat the case? | |
| If I crash out, right before I end the race, | |
| And die for I come out, would you fell my pain? | |
| Im almost to a point, where I cant be saved | |
| My mind state at a place, where it cant be changed | |
| Laws gotta nigga stuck, like he cant be brave, | |
| But I gotta back up, all the shit I say, | |
| Its lies in the game, I entertain, | |
| Standin in the mirror with a nine at my brain | |
| Most rap guys wanna die for the fame. | |
| Im just getting high, getting high, | |
| Thinking suicide, suicide, | |
| Im just getting high, getting high, | |
| Thinking suicide, suicide, | |
| Im just getting high, getting high, | |
| Thinking suicide, suicide. |
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