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Suicide Note
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Suicide Note was released on April 26, 2018 by Greenwood as a part of the album Flamingo & Koval
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Release DateApril 26, 2018
LabelGreenwood
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Look what the love has gotten me, every one of you bother me
I give you what's inside of me, you expect an apology
Did away with the modesty, history love the honesty
Misery love the company, I'm in love with the irony
They in love with the mirror, death is just gettin' nearer
I be starin' at roots if I could see any clearer
My loins have boughten fruits, failin' is like fear
Sellin' my soul for freedom is somethin' I couldn't bear
But here we are in the thick of it, sittin' in a predicament
Where I love the hood, but the 'burbs is magnificent
Lookin' at Uncle Tommy and tryin' to show him the differences
Tryin' to show him to love the people that love the blemishes
I remember I was a kid, it was so simple
And tryin' to get on the list, prayin' to Saint Nicholas
Tryin' to pinpoint the moment I lost my innocence
My first woman, my first stimulant
The vividness of it all is tricklin' down the walls of my memory
Now, the feeling's like an accessory
Paintin' pictures with words, was therapeutic at first
Now, I'm dependent on this beautiful curse
It's like, I need it more than I love it, the freedom of it, I covet
But when it's gone, I get sick to my stomach, I plummet, I vomit
I'm standin' on top of a summit, somethin' is comin'
I wonder why I be runnin' from it, the gunners is gunnin'
The drummers is drummin', the hunger is numbin'
It's hummin', it's ringin', and singin' my name, what am I becomin'?
My mother, my brother, my sister, my ****, my bitch
I love you all, but I'm jumpin' off of this cliff
Pour yo **** a fifth, give my babies a kiss
Tell 'em I wasn't this, tell 'em I wasn't that
Make sure you tell 'em the facts
When I was workin' with scraps, started breakin' my back
Sins slip through the cracks, nobody gave me a map
And I ain't follow no tracks, I just had to adapt
And whenever they see you bleedin', look at how they react
Fuckin' vultures, profitin' off of death
Auctionin' off their souls and gravelin' for a check, yeah
I just wanna connect, they just wanna collect
And that greed is somethin' I ain't expect
Why you feel I'm a threat? Is it this knife at your neck?
I'm just cutting' the rope, you should show some respect
Let me open my chest, let it bleed on the wax
You can hope for the best and we'll leave it at that, yeah
Written by: Benji Caine, Iknoqerz, Roger Morris, Wrds LLC
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