$UICIDEBOY$ - Rotten and Paralyzed in a Tropical Paradise

Rotten and Paralyzed in a Tropical Paradise
Rotten and Paralyzed in a Tropical Paradise

[Intro: Ellie Goulding & Lord Infamous]
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

[Chorus: Ellie Goulding, Lord Infamous & LIL 2/3RDS]
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

[Verse 1: LIL 2/3RDS]
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

[Chorus: Ellie Goulding & Lord Infamous]
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

[Verse 2: YUNG MUTT]
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

[Outro: Lord Infamous]
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

 

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