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Suicide Hotline, Hotline Bling
Suit and Tie life is not my thing
I draw chalk lines, sign hymns
Bumping ‘02 hits - chains and big rims
Slang-bang, getting trim
Main-vain the dope, stick it in, let it simmer
Rooms walls: all source pages and titty pin-ups
Now it's Van Gogh's on sh**ty print-ups
And I can't control my life, Especially the hiccups
So i won't hold my breath - touch sky - it's a stickup
A smooth ride, Boo's tubes tied or im dippin'
We can't f**, but maybe I'll put you in a written
s*ut smitten smut-captain, blood drippin out my mouth
I just ate a rapper, spit em out, bring em out, bring em out
Send em out, in a ziploc - just ashes
And his wristwatch, I don't do it for Hip-Hop
I do it for everything
I do it for punk rock, headphones at the bus stop
Red bones who s** co*k, eyes low, my whole life is bloodshot
With a bloody mugshot
20 bucks? Call the plug, Ock
Suicide Hotline Bling