Depressive Tongue Posse - SUICIDE DRIVE lyrics

[Sharxxx] Let me tell you a story about the fall of '03 Three dope boys in a Corsica, that's my homies and me Escapin' out 2nd stories, like special forces to see The lights of cities we missed bein' out in the country ‘Til 3 AM on a Wednesday, back to school around 5 But doin' it anyway, gettin' through textbooks like barely alive Way before I started smokin', just so pissed all the time Listenin' to Robert Smith, and thinkin' ‘bout slittin' my wrists all the time So this was d**, bein' with two dudes who were too rude Had a few feuds, but used to always resume-sume and go back to what we do Which was shopliftin', cop-pissin'-off, sendin' shots with an airsoft Stoppin' for coffee and paintin' on walls Terrible vandals, but feelin' less helpless than everywhere else Where they tellin' off, or sellin' you stuff Like, we all had just had enough Didn't think I'd make it this far, I always thought it would just be too tough So say what you want at me now, but I was the one known as ‘f*ggot' and ‘freak' and a ‘psycho' and ‘loser,' ‘Til I used my words to confuse ‘em but that Don't mean I didn't take a few hits, but always hit back [Boy Froot] Thinkin' ‘bout k**in myself, drinkin' offa Lahey's shelf like Julian Got a gla** of whiskey, nothin' else if I went to school again Know I'm skippin' cla**, don't hear the bell Chillin' by the trash, I'ont even mind the smell Smokin' cigarettes, Morrissey ca**ettes Playin' out the boombox, never could forget Man, that f**in' dude rocks, got a suede head Got the gun co*ked, I'm bouta fill you with some lead I was born dead, doctors can't revive me I'm f**ed up in the head, I'm on the suicide drive, G Ride ‘til I die, that's my motto, b**h I stay high Flyin' on a kite and I like it, get out my way sky I ain't got nothin' else to say, except for good day and bye When the clouds is lookin' dark grey, that's when I'ma strike tonight I might even lose my f**in' life tonight, but I hit ‘em with a knife in a fight, tha** right Take a hit off that pipe but it's laced with ice The cops always chase every day that I... Suicide drive, hangin' out the pa**enger side of my best friend's ride And I think I saw a ghost… Never felt the need to look around for pistols Cuz I wanna be famous, but not for somethin' that's pitiful I don't know how it is now, maybe the situation just more critical Don't let them give you some sh**, but deal with them without the missiles