Face It (Explicit)
$UICIDEBOY$"Face It (Explicit)" is a song by $UICIDEBOY$, released in 2017 in the Pop genre. The song is 1:34 long and contains 44 lines and 222 words.
Lyrics
0:00Face It - $UICIDEBOY$
0:25If you say to kill 'em I said I got 'em
0:27Lil choppa
0:28Lil murder
0:29Yeah yeah yeah yeah
0:32Choppa with choppa stay loaded
0:34Bullet shells all on your floor
0:36Trying to get higher
0:37Ruby got fire
0:38I'm f**ked up
0:39He f**ked up
0:39Whole grey f**ked up
0:41You done f**ked up
0:42Passing that blunt
0:42Boy you know whats up
0:43Whats good my G
0:45Drunk driving but it's just codeine
0:47Keeping that heat on my side
0:49Welcome to my life everyday
0:51Life every night
0:52We all gon' die
0:53Prolly gon' fry
0:54F**k being sober I stay high
0:5640 oz got sipped
0:58Purple and yellow and red
0:59Only drink I mix
1:01Big bag of that dope
1:02Drip goin' down my throat
1:03Got your b**ch beside my coffin
1:05Yeah I call her Juliet
1:07Told her not to weep
1:08Just make sure that you fix my f**king neck
1:11I'm out of breath from smoking
1:12Blunts too f**ked up from sipping Tech
1:15Was I kissing on your b**ch
1:17Or did I kiss the f**king tec
1:20Paint me a new picture
1:21Picture that I pictured death
1:23Now my picture perfect moment stained with pieces of my head
1:28Hate all of this bullsh*t
1:29Man I hate all of this stress
1:31Imagine that
1:32The more press that we get the closer
1:34I can feel my death
Face It - $UICIDEBOY$ If you say to kill 'em I said I got 'em Lil choppa Lil murder Yeah yeah yeah yeah Choppa with choppa stay loaded Bullet shells all on your floor Trying to get higher Ruby got fire I'm f**ked up He f**ked up Whole grey f**ked up You done f**ked up Passing that blunt Boy you know whats up Whats good my G Drunk driving but it's just codeine Keeping that heat on my side Welcome to my life everyday Life every night We all gon' die Prolly gon' fry F**k being sober I stay high 40 oz got sipped Purple and yellow and red Only drink I mix Big bag of that dope Drip goin' down my throat Got your b**ch beside my coffin Yeah I call her Juliet Told her not to weep Just make sure that you fix my f**king neck I'm out of breath from smoking Blunts too f**ked up from sipping Tech Was I kissing on your b**ch Or did I kiss the f**king tec Paint me a new picture Picture that I pictured death Now my picture perfect moment stained with pieces of my head Hate all of this bullsh*t Man I hate all of this stress Imagine that The more press that we get the closer I can feel my death
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