Hollowed Out Suicide Lyrics

She ask me are you high?

I say hell yeah, what it do?

I wonder 'bout my life and if these feelings are all mine

She asks me why won't you reply?

I smile, turn, look into her eyes

Get the fuck out my room bitch but leave the backwoods on the side

I'm switching lanes with the top down

Fuck what you think, you a bitch

Racing no one in a ghost town

Black Beamer got it dropped down

Halfway faded, half hollowed out

Crushed up the pills slow

Put it in my fucking Coke

I ain't thinking 'bout you hoe

Only think about the blow

I ain't thinking 'bout you, I ain't tripping on shit

I ain't finna thank you when you didn't do shit

Riding in a two tone suicide, bitch

Smoking on gas in the back of da whip

I ain't thinking 'bout you, I ain't tripping on shit

I ain't finna thank you when you didn't do shit

Riding in a two tone suicide, bitch

Smoking on gas in the back of da whip

Crushing up the pills slow

Put it in my fucking Coke

I ain't thinking 'bout you, hoe

Only think about the blow

I ain't think about you hoe

I ain't think about you hoe

I ain't think about you hoe

I ain't think about you hoe