Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks Look up in my mailbox, I get letters from my cuz
[Big Sound] It's hard to believe But I'm makin' success She loves me In a Ford or a bus Are you bonus, try not to cuz After thinkin' about suicide I'm
readin' it while you hang your head and cry I just hope you're not so sad that you're gonna go down suicide I'm gonna write a tear stained letter put
[Yung Joc] Block Ent. Next up to bat, the boy Zoe Gorilla that is Hey Block, we found another one [Chorus: Yung Joc] AC full, suicide doors Grill out
much does it cost? I will pay to lay and be off in a coffin today I mean off in ashes, this life and after it clashes, if I get blasted This is suicide letters
full of big tails, Dickies and Ben Davis The one and only witta chrome pistole For those who don't know me: Bandana Swangin' Parole Dub witta capital 3rd letter
And mom and dad are the ones you can blame Jimmy died today He blew his brains out into the bay In the states of mind is my own private suicide Well
room Now we hittin' switches to the Spring Break, Cancun Get it, nah forget it, SuWoo I live it Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted But that was suicide
after time So don't be trying to tell me it's all in my mind I feel like shit-but you don't really care Except my God he used a four letter word in there
head up and follow through Good things will come to you I could worry myself to death about you Hope you get there safely I got your letter that you
Maybe I should fake my suicide And have them bury me alive And every dream that I've built Has been surpressed by my guilt, can't you see that I've tried
He's never been arrested Once in his life Never received a letter from the law Quite insane Never felt the demon riding his back He is safe from harm
I am the harlequin, sense strangers violate my sanctuary, prowl my dreams Plundering your diaries, I'll steal your thoughts - innocence Ravaging your letters
lack there's no doubt about I'm always into something making moves to improve What would you do if you were in my shoes Boom a letter oops another suicide
came together Said you remember the first time you met us? She cried when it rained and blamed the weather But inside she strained with suicide letters
paper ran One more suicide Pity no one was there No angels in the air And the morning paper ran One more suicide One more suicide One more suicide
Trapped inside of his head He can never look back at the word that she said Cigarette breath caresses eight letters of death And the stress is a task
Well I'm sorry I set your house on fire I am a victim of my own desire And I'm sorry I sent you that suicide letter I was gonna die but then I felt better