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Suicideboys - Center Core Never More Feat Germ Lyrics

You did good, $lick
It's a smash

(Smoke that pound, 'nother pound)
(Smoke that pound, 'nother)
(Smoke that pound, 'nother pound)
(Takin' a sip from the)
(Smoke that pound, 'nother pound)
(Smoke that pound, 'nother)

Diamonds hit like Pop Rocks, we got too hot, lightin' blunts with lava
We don't do the drama, but the Oscars where I'm posted at
Grammys on my neck, shoot for the stars, I swear to God on that
I'ma need you to stand on that, I'm tryna tap in with your almanac
Wavy homies hated, I got demons in my basement
Nigga might piss me off, I'ma lay his ass down on the pavement
Dreads swangin', smokin' Jamaican, lookin' for all my payments
Paper chasin', Haitian, move the chains like fourth and inches
(Bad shit), I'm here to slay 'em
All this lean, bitch, I can't feel my body (yeah, yeah)
All these pills, bitch, I can't feel my body (yeah, yeah)
Ain't no love in my heart, I don't feel nobody (ah)
Keep it to myself, I might lose it, can't catch a body

White dove, fly high, throw my threes up in the sky
Throw my threes around my eyes and then I call it my disguise
Masked off, I'm just out here with a raw face
Ask me how I been and I draw blanks
Hold tight 'til my claws break
Full metal jacket kinda heavy (heavy)
At the bottom of the fuckin' lake, I parked my Chevy
(Yeah) waiting to die but I wasn't born ready (nah)
Shaking up my life, I'm just tryna hold steady
Birds of a feather flock together (yeah)
Grey the fucking gang, ain't no one could do it better (Grey)
Two odd numbers right behind the fucking letter
Me, $lick and Germ our alliance is forever

I just popped a pill (pill), pull up with the deal (deal)
Pistol whip a pussy, have 'em looping on the reel (reel)
Wood-grain wheel (wheel), chromed out rims (rim)
Million dollar deals, sign my name as H-I-M (wetto)
Tales from the North (North), back from the dead
Hard to feel for a pussy when these thorns in my hand (Northside)
Two story grave (grave), trauma on my wrists (wrist)
Three fingers high, other three in my bitch (bitch)
I got problems that won't go away (guess who?)
Don't understand 'cause I been hitting pay (yeah)
Lord, I pray that my bitch gay (I just want a threesome)
New opps but my clique Grey (Grey)