Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Rap
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Songwriter
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producer

Lyrics

I'll tell you a secret, something they don't teach you in your temple The gods envy us, they envy us because we're mortal 'Cause any moment might be our last Everything is more beautiful, because we're doomed Hit me with some- Hit me with some- (You did good, $lick) Hit me with some- Hit me with some- Hit me with some more (It's a Smash!) If you don't hear me so i split your wig Shoot on a trick, when I'm thick Slick ain't got no sorrow bitch Shoot on a trick, shoot on a trick Slick ain't got no sorrow bitch Hit me with some- Hit me with some- Hit me with some- Hit me with some- Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me so i split your wig Shoot on a trick, when I'm thick Slick ain't got no sorrow bitch Shoot on a trick, shoot on a trick Slick ain't got no sorrow bitch Can I ever get a moment to myself? Each moment that passes is fleeting I try and I try to escape my own life At this point y'all should call me Houdini (Oddy, don't!) It always ends up with me bleeding Or so overwhelming I'm retreating Back into the hole that I climb out of It always ends up self-defeating I'm addicted to sex, addicted to drugs Really whatever will make me feel loved I don't care what you thinking Yeah, I don't give a fuck I'm still out here shinin' as bright as the sun And no matter how hard it gets No matter how tough Don't disobey when I say, "Give me the gun" (Give me the gun) If I don't let my demons out to breathe I'll end up with some horns or a pair of fucking wings Come and visit me from time to time (From time to time) To all them bitches I was ever with Yeah, you're still on my mind (mind-mind) Skinny Pimp, at yourself, any rap you try to throw Skinny Pimp, at yourself, any rap you try to throw Skinny Pimp, at yourself, any rap you try to throw Skinny Pimp, at yourself, any rap you try to throw Huh, huh, aye Yeah, pushing the coupe in the rain (North!) Think I been going insane (Side!) Popping and smoking and drinking (North!) This how I been coping and dealing with pain (Side!) Snort up a line with my Mom, yeah (North!) I just be hoping to bond (Side!) Another day working and wasting away (North!) The exact thing that I wanna buy (Side!) That's time, yeah I'm in the Double R Falling the fuck apart Cooking up my frontal lobe Play it strong on the phone But I cry alone 'Cause my daddy just hit a new low Fuck Everyday bad news, everyday cash rules Fuck what I did (let's go!) It's what have you done lately Fuck that poetic shit Got a chrome metal stick up to my brain Just to know heaven for a bit (Go, go, go) I just want to run away (away) But all I ever do is run in place (in place) The tears I cried it could've iced my chain (my chain) And on the best days I can't feel my face (my face) No matter how hard it gets No matter how tough My face, my face I can't feel my face No matter how hard it gets No matter how tough My face, my face I can't feel my face My face, my face I can't feel my face No matter how hard it gets No matter how tough My face, my face I can't feel my face The worst part about hell is not the flames, it's the hopelessness And I think that is the part of hell That a person in depression really tastes The hopelessness, the terrible hopelessness that comes over
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux, Campbell Rolston Clemmer, Brody Fallon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out