$uicideBoy$ - Rotten and Paralyzed in a Tropical Paradise

You know we can get away
You know we can get away
The D, the O, the P, the E
I need the B, the L, the U-N T

You know we can get away
The D, the O, the P, the E
I need the B, the L, the U-N T
You know we can get away
The D, the O, the P, the E
I need the B, the L, the U-N T
You know we can get away
The D, the O, the P, the E
I need the B, the L, the U-N T
You know we can get away
(Fuck y'all, I will never switch
Never change) the D, the O, the P, the E
I need the B, the L, the U-N T

Fuck y'all- Fuck y'all- Fuck y'all
I will never switch, never change
Take the gold, take the cash
Throw it in the flames looking deranged
Walking 'round with a blood stain
Give me the keys to the Range or the Mustang
Drive that motherfucker off a hill
And blame it all on the pain pills
No devil, no God, but the same feel
Red dot with the mod and the frame filled
$uicide is the name of the free-willed
(You know I got them)
Bitches by dozen from rappin' with cousin
They say that we buzzing
But I don't hear nothing
But sheep, that sleep, layin' on the concrete
Constantly suffering, but God, do I love it
So fuck it
I'll climb up just so I can plummet
Ashes to ashes, from something to nothing
Give me the casket, I'm kickin' the bucket

The D, the O, the P, the E
I need the B, the L, the U-N T
The D, the O, the P, the E
I need the B, the L, the U-N T
You know we can get away
The D, the O, the P, the E
I need the B, the L, the U-N T
You know we can get away
The D, the O, the P, the E
I need the B, the L, the U-N T
You know we can get away
The D, the O, the P, the E
I need the B, the L, the U-N T
You know we can get away
The D, the O, the P, the E
I need the B, the L, the U-N T

In my hand, I got a pair of dice
They told me roll a seven, bear in mind
I want a six
I recognize that heaven mythological
And so the pair of dice, swallowed whole
And now I got abdominal tears
In spite of theological paradigms
R-R-Rotten and Paralyzed in
A Tropical Paradise
I'm about to go Fahrenheit, bitch
I'm poppin' a terabyte
All these parasites a problem in
My logical pair of eyes
Politics opposite of innocuous, verified
In the hospital bed, my chronic is sterilized
Televise the terrifying chronicles
Of enterprise possibly is scared of heights
But the obstacle therein lies
The prodigal errant fight

The D, the O, the P, the E
I need the B, the L, the U-N T
The D, the O, the P, the E
I need the B, the L, the U-N T

Written by:
Kevin Pouya, Scott Arcenaux

Publisher:
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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