Straw Chairs – $uicideboy$

Shawty want to f***
Told her bitch you out of luck
Came only to smoke
No this ain’t no joke I don’t f*** bitches I don’t know I trust
Got a dozen blunts of dust and bitch I’m about to burn
No, it ain’t your turn
Blunts to my face
Solo blowing smoke rings
Choking
I’m a dope fiend
Smoking til my death I’m hoping
Put me in my coffin cause I’m coughing up my lungs
Put me in my coffin cause I’m coughing up my lungs

Bitches keep on callin’ but I ain’t got no service
Paypal me that cash if you looking for verses
Always on narcotics even when I say I stopped it
Walking with a limp, looking like I got arthritis
Twenty cigarettes, in my mother fuc*** car
Ridin’ round town, I just popped a half a bar
Ridin’ with your bitch as she bust down the cigar
Yea, I’m ridin’ with your bitch and she bust down the cigar
I’m sayin…