Song | Thoughts Of Suicide |
Artist | Cashis |
Album | The County Hound EP |
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. |
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. |