Suicidal Thoughts In The Back Of The Cadillac Pt. 2

Suicidal Thoughts In The Back Of The Cadillac Pt. 2

Pouya

I’m a down South Florida boy
Ain’t goin’ back to Hollywood
From the gutter to your guts
Let me ignite the firewood

Still, I roll slow in the chevy donk
Never forget where I rose up from
Spit on my face, get rid of my funds

And who am I?
Just another guy, stuck in desperation
Lookin’ at the ceiling fan
Spinnin’ around
Havin’ a panic attack

I don’t pop no pills cause it don’t take the pain away from me
I don’t crack no seals cause it done took the gang away from me

I’ve been know to pimp a hoe
Got dirty loafers on my feet
Bitch you got me mesmerized them tights the size of
Let me slide inside your body beef, bitch
I got my chain on ain’t a thang wrong with a broken frozen wrist

Them suicidal thoughts inside the Cadillac won’t fade away
Another day I piss away, another day don’t go my way
Another hoe gon’ look my way, looking for a paper chase
But bitch I’m not the one so get your comfort from another

Everything I did is crumblin’ beneath my feet
I’m feelin’ lonely feelin’ like I’m only stuck with memories
Take me back to what I was
Take away what I’ve become
Take away the grayer days
Take the bullet out my brain

Take my dick, out your mouth and let me be myself
I wonder what the people around me think about me
Back to my shady wyas I go
Pack the gat and let it blow
Just let my lover, brother, sisters, father know I love ‘em

Mikey I told you we was gonna be something
Look at us now cause now we buzzin’ pressin’ buttons
Diamonds dancin’ by the dozen
Nick I told you we would rise from nothing
Look at the way they look at me now
Rich forever blowing money till I’m senile

Them suicidal thoughts inside the Cadillac won’t fade away
Another day I piss away, another day don’t go my way
Another hoe gon’ look my way, looking for a paper chase
But bitch I’m not the one so get your comfort from another

I got addicted to the money as I fell inside a hole
The cries and crowd get louder, the deeper that I go
Nobody know what I’ve been doing
Tell myself I hate myself I can’t control the cards I’m dealt

I spent a lot of time alone inside my room
Thinking about what I do if I knew you was on the fence about me too
Bitch, I crashed the whip and hit a bitch and almost killed the bitch
And now I’m back in the Cadillac with that black pistol grip

The AC don’t work and I’m feelin’ like I was a kid again
Feeling like I wasn’t getting in
With the cooler kids

How the fuck can I get out of this funk?
If I die, you cry, them move on the next day
I’m ill advised, fuck you bitch
You can’t even look me in my eyes

Them suicidal thoughts inside the Cadillac won’t fade away
Another day I piss away, another day don’t go my way
Another hoe gon’ look my way, looking for a paper chase
But bitch I’m not the one so get your comfort from another

Suicidal Thoughts In The Back Of The Cadillac Pt. 2

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