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

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

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

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

You know we can get away

The D, the O, the P, the E, I need the B, the L, the U-N-T






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

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

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

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

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's mythological

And so the pair of dice, I swallowed whole

And now I got abdominal tears in spite of theological paradigms

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