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 --- Rotten and Paralyzed in a Tropical Paradise - $uicideBoy$