Letra $uicideboy$ – Novus Ordo Seclorum
Blood stained fabric, cotton up in a addict
Life so tragic seems like death is attractive
You stepped up into the minds of the crime-infested youth
Ain’t no jobs, ain’t no stop to this police abuse
So we kill, drill, OD popping pills
Fantasize a steal when you went home without a meal
Welcome to the grave, no debate
59 666
The grey
No escape from my fate, bitch, I’m ready to die today
F*** the police and judges
F*** the priest and gods judging
F*** the state and the public
I wanna see tall skyscrapers crumbling
We all meet the shovel, don’t have to act humble
Distance myself from the huddle—nothing but trouble
Find me a nice quiet place in the jungle
Keep it lowkey, keep it subtle
Only a couple allowed in my bubble
Puddle of blood the result of the hustle
Got all my drugs by the bundle
My frontal lobe constantly struggle, uh
