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Suicideboys - Hrimp Poboy Lyrics

Blaze up some indo, sip on some Alizé
Blaze up some indo, sip on some Alizé
Gettin' played everyday, and straight chillin' with my peeps
Gettin' played everyday, and straight chillin' with my peeps
Blaze up some indo, sip on some Alizé
Blaze up some indo, sip on some Alizé
Gettin' played everyday, and straight chillin' with my peeps

Gettin' played everyday, and straight chillin' with my peeps

Blunt fulla' indo, starin' out my window
It's the pill-poppin' junkie, young sex symbol
Ashes on the cross, all my bitches lost
Depressed motherfuckers, never show no love
Got a blunt fulla' 'tiva, grippin' on the nina
Run up and I'll show ya' why I'm always tweakin'
Sleepin' through the weekend, $uicidal seasons
I just wanna die, don't have no fuckin' reason
Blunt fulla' codeine, they know that I'm a dope fiend
Grab the knife, and cut me twice, and let me die slowly
Creepin' out the basement, inside, my heart vacant
Slice me wide open, because I'm too fuckin' impatient
To wait for death, silhouettes of demons in my shadows
Hang me in the gallows, brain filled with ammo

Blaze up some indo, sip on some Alizé
Blaze up some indo, sip on some Alizé
Gettin' played everyday, and straight chillin' with my peeps
Gettin' played everyday, and straight chillin' with my peeps
Blaze up some indo, sip on some Alizé
Blaze up some indo, sip on some Alizé
Gettin' played everyday, and straight chillin' with my peeps
Gettin' played everyday, and straight chillin' with my peeps

I just want to chill, fuck makin' a mill'
I mean, I make enough money to pay the bills
Still working in the pizza kitchen, itchin' to be free of this shit
I know $lick was cleanin' dishes, wishin' everythin' was finger-lickin'
But the truth is, I make this fucking music

And I can't even get my friends to listen to it
I wanna say screw it, but I know improvement will prove it, fuck it
It's evident, they need the evidence
Thinkin' I'm heaven sent, but really I'm crawling outta hell
$Uicide for life, G59 count the spells
And just think, I'm only beginnin' to crawl out of my shell
Weed and bullets on the coffee table
I'm the son of the snake, I'm both Cain and Abel
Smoke and death is the smell that dwells around my humble abode
This is just a story, no fable, no moral code
It ends with me rich, sad, and alone

Blaze up some indo, sip on some Alizé
Blaze up some indo, sip on some Alizé
Gettin' played everyday, and straight chillin' with my peeps
Gettin' played everyday, and straight chillin' with my peeps
Blaze up some indo, sip on some Alizé
Blaze up some indo, sip on some Alizé
Gettin' played everyday, and straight chillin' with my peeps
Gettin' played everyday, and straight chillin' with my peeps

$Uicidal tendencies, we are not the same
Tryna make the best of every day; bad thoughts go away
That's why I blaze up some indo and sip some Alizé
Grind nonstop, I gotta stay paid
Keep it chill with my bae, smoke good getting laid
The lane that I made is where Supa finna stay
The game that we play, we still play it til this day
Half these cat’s lames, they jus wanna peel away
Keep them fools far away then everything will be okay
Take a shot to the head like a AK might spray
Repeat, repeat
We do this every day
My mind is everywhere but mostly up in outer space
Bong rips to my face, sipping on a half a case
Take some shrooms to escape, Supa-mane with no cape