Musica de Suicideboys del Genero: Hip Hop Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Hip Hop son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Suicideboys tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Hip Hop, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para perfeccionar
"In Constant Sorrow" lyrics SuicideboyS Lyrics "In Constant Sorrow"
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Break yo' self, hit the floor, hit the floor
Hoish ass nigga, I'm just tired of this talking shit
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Keep poppin' off at the mouth
Hoish ass nigga, I'm just tired of this talking shit
Break yo' self, hit the floor
Get your fucking wig split
Ruby be pulling these hoes all over the globe
But still I'm alone putting shit up my nose
All of the money, the cars, and the clothes
It comes and it goes
One day I'll be ready to gather my bones
Dig me a hole
Say goodbye as my two eyes start to close
But that day ain't even close
All of ya'll leave me alone
Leave me alone
Who the fuck won't copy us?
No stopping us
She blocked me cause I'm stocking up on foxy sluts and shoddy cuffs
No roxy dust
I'm oddy nuff
The next bitch who wanna lock me up I'm knocking up
The rope in my hand keeps knotting up
I'm so tired of thinking I'm not enough
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Keep poppin' off at the mouth
Hoish ass nigga, I'm just tired of this talking shit
Break yo' self, hit the floor
Get your fucking wig split
Pull up in a drop top
(Why?)
People tryna take what's mine
(Who?)
People I called my friends
(Where?)
People I called my fam, goddamn
Speed dial my style for a fix
(When?)
Right now and I don't wanna hear shit
(Wait what?)
I tell a hoe take off before I cut the dope off
Living too painful to quit
I been dreaming of a reason not to paint the fucking ceiling with my brains and my pain
That's just how the fuck I'm feeling
Tired of hurting
Feeling worthless
Is this God thing really working?
Pointless searching for a purpose
Meet me at my service
Meet me at my service
Meet me at my service
I never knew people could be so evil
(Serious shit, no playin', ho)
I don't leave here, y'know?
Keep poppin' off at the mouth
(Break yo'self, hit the floor)
Haven't gone outside for years
I have a job over the phone, I help the people with the computers
Order anything I want on the internet, got TV
That's not a bad life
Not bad at all