Scrim - today is a beautiful day to die Lyrics

They see the cars and the cribs and I see their face and they in denial
I know that look when I see it, wish they could be us, they get suicidal
Bringing that ghost to the hood might pitch up a tint like it's a revival
They know when they step in the north the shit can get thick this shit can get tribal

Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way

High as bitch when im whipping, im cutting em off they say I got road rage
So many plaques in the crib my face is all over like its a home page
I put them rocks on her body now she like Wilma she in her stone age
Balenci took over the closet other designers, I'll have to donate

I done lost count of the oxys all I can tell you is that I got no pain
All of my shooters they could never lack that's why they do X or cocaine
Propane up in my truck and up in my blunt you know it's the same thing
No I can't tell you the time but what I can tell you is that it's a plain jane

Tick tick tock
Tick tick tock

59 put the world on notice
Too paid like the whole world owed us
Too up like who the f*ck woke us
It's a shake down now when we show up

Get out get out
Get out the way

Get out get out
Get out the way

Get out get out
Get out the way

Get out the way im tripped out
Get out the way im tripped out
Get out the way im tripped out
Get out the way im tripped out

Get out the way im tripped out
Formaldehyde got me clicked out
Demons they all in my head
Controlling my hands
That blick ima whip out

Demons they all in my head and they ain't gon' stop until I go crash out
I'm jumping out of the gym, my arm in the rim and pulling the glass down
Telling my bitch, f*ck out my face, too high to be pulling my mask down

Too many xans I need me an addy feel like im bout to pass out
I put my shooters on go but yea they all know that I get the last shot
Look at him go he banging his chest but yea we all know he a mascot
Tired of telling this bitch im f*cked in the head I'm never gon' snap out

Call up the hearse
Call up the hearse

Somebody call up the hearse
Somebody bring me a coffin
Digging graves up the in the woods
My bitch is thinking I lost it
All of my fam they dead
All of my gang is zombies
I been making too much bread
I could never be a commie
10 thots in a suite
10 Glocks in the lobby
Cross-tatted on my neck
Tell the devil get behind me

Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way

High as bitch when im whipping, im cutting em off they say I got road rage
So many plaques in the crib my face is all over like its a home page
I put them rocks on her body now she like Wilma she in her stone age
Balenci took over the closet other designers, I'll have to donate

I done lost count of the oxys all I can tell you is that I got no pain
All of my shooters they could never lack that's why they do X or cocaine
Propane up in my truck and up in my blunt you know it's the same thing
No I can't tell you the time but what I can tell you is that it's a plain jane

Tick tick tock
Tick tick tock
Tick tick tock
Tick tick tock