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Suicideboys - If You Were To Get What You Deserve You Would Know What The Bottom Of A Tire Tastes Like Lyrics

I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground
Get buck, get buck
Murder, murder, murder, murder on me mind
Murder, murder on me mind
Get buck, get buck
Murder, murder, murder, murder on me mind
Murder, murder on me mind
Get buck, get buck
Murder, murder, murder, murder on me mind
Murder, murder on me mind

Still depressed, still misunderstood
Still popping pills, popping seals, smoking Backwoods
Still smoke a Swisher if you got it with you
Everybody wants me sober, but I'm not a quitter
I say the less you know the better, that West Bank fire-setter
$Uicide dream team, it's that codeine fiend
Hellbound is what I'm deemed, surrounded by crime scenes
Only peace that I know is sleep or to be deceased, shit
I can't call it anymore, get more depressed when I'm on tour
Wake up in the middle of a war
Wake up wishin' that I was a fucking corpse, fuck

I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground
Get buck, get buck
Murder, murder, murder, murder on me mind
Murder, murder on me mind
I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground
Get buck, get buck
Murder, murder, murder, murder on me mind
Murder, murder on me mind

Yeah, now if we got a problem, then we got a problem
I don't give a fuck, I can't even see that far at the bottom
My cousin toxic, and I'm rotten
This ain't an option, I was opting out responsibility
Turn a new leaf and get it poppin', yuh
Pull up on they fucking ass, all they do is fuckin' ask
Can I flash you with the gas?
And so I pull up on they ass, then I ask
Want to catch the gat's blast?
It's always back to back
($Uicide, $uicide, $uicide, $uicide)
Used to calm my depression, used to call it my progression
Used to make me less upset, and—
($Uicide, $uicide, $uicide, $uicide!)
Now causes all my depression

Oh, my love
She said