Suicidal Thoughts In The Back Of The Cadillac Pt. 2

I'm a down South Florida boy

Ain't goin' back to Hollywood

From the gutter to your guts

Let me ignite the firewood

Still, I roll slow in the chevy donk

Never forget where I rose up from

Spit on my face, get rid of my funds

And who am I?

Just another guy, stuck in desperation

Lookin' at the ceiling fan

Spinnin' around

Havin' a panic attack

I don't pop no pills 'cause it don't take the pain away from me

I don't crack no seals 'cause it done took the gang away from me

I've been know to pimp a hoe

Got dirty loafers on my feet

Bitch you got me mesmerized them tights the size of

Let me slide inside your body beef, bitch

I got my chain on ain't a thang wrong with a broken frozen wrist

Them suicidal thoughts inside the Cadillac won't fade away

Another day I piss away, another day don't go my way

Another hoe gon' look my way, looking for a paper chase

But bitch I'm not the one so get your comfort from another

Everything I did is crumblin' beneath my feet

I'm feelin' lonely feelin' like I'm only stuck with memories

Take me back to what I was

Take away what I've become

Take away the grayer days

Take the bullet out my brain

Take my dick, out your mouth and let me be myself

I wonder what the people around me think about me

Back to my shady ways I go

Pack the gat and let it blow

Just let my lover, brother, mother, sisters, father know I love 'em

Mikey I told you we was gonna be something

Look at us now cause now we buzzin' pressin' buttons

Diamonds dancin' by the dozen

Nick I told you we would rise from nothing

Look at the way they look at me now

Rich forever blowing money till I'm senile

Them suicidal thoughts inside the Cadillac won't fade away

Another day I piss away, another day don't go my way

Another hoe gon' look my way, looking for a paper chase

But bitch I'm not the one so get your comfort from another

I got addicted to the money as I fell inside a hole

The cries and crowd get louder, the deeper that I go

Nobody know what I've been doing

Tell myself I hate myself I can't control the cards I'm dealt

I spent a lot of time alone inside my room

Thinking about what I do if I knew you was on the fence about me too

Bitch, I crashed the whip and hit a bitch and almost killed the bitch

And now I'm back in the Cadillac with that black pistol grip

The AC don't work and I'm feelin' like I was a kid again

Feeling like I wasn't getting in

With the cooler kids

How the fuck can I get out of this funk?

If I die, you cry, them move on the next day

I'm ill advised, fuck you bitch

You can't even look me in my eyes

Them suicidal thoughts inside the Cadillac won't fade away

Another day I piss away, another day don't go my way

Another hoe gon' look my way, looking for a paper chase

But bitch I'm not the one so get your comfort from another