Thorns Lyrics by $uicideboy$
You did good, $lick
It’s a smash
Ayy, yuh (It’s us)
God damn it, I’m on another planet (Uh)
Why they call me Oddy Nuff, you’ll never understand it (Yeah)
Keep a strap on me, just in case I’m ever stranded (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
Ready to up the fire, now you lookin’ like a busted pomegranate (Uh)
Hop in the Mercedes spaceship, don’t panic (Ah)
Crash land in Louisiana like I fuckin’ planned it (Planned it)
Strictly no photos, especially if they candid (Ah)
She call me daddy ’cause that pussy mine and I demand it (Yuh)
Branded, [?] on my G59 pendants
Hate on suicide, but we all know that you standin’ (Haha)
The way I play with him, that I was duckin’ you’d think that I’m Gambit (Ah)
Holdin’ up the five-nine skull like I’m Hamlet
I’m on my pimp shit (Oh)
Ayy, yeah (Oh, yeah, oh)
I’m in New Orleans off them Percocets
Like I’m Sean Payton (Who that?)
Bitches hit my line, I said “Not today, Satan” (Ayy)
Dialin’ in the [?], script [?] with Glocks
Bunch of money turned the fam to opps, with a pair of Glocks (Go, go, go)
Won’t take none of them serious, they just make me curious (Go, go)
Find it so pussy, but they’ll never have a period (That’s true)
Flows are where the ceilin’ is, Donald Trump interior (Go)
Heroin keeps you serious
Chill, ‘kay, I’m finished, ‘ight?
Evadin’ bitches, don’t
Then evade the conversation (Skrr, skrr)
Checkin’ expiration dates, my only moderation
Went from broke in a shed, to a billion valuation
Still that skinny pimpin’, drug takin’, Caucasian (What?)