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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scrim
Scrim
Vocals
Juicy J
Juicy J
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producer
Sam Bo Bachrack
Sam Bo Bachrack
Engineer

Lyrics

You did good $lick (Something like a funeral everyday) (For the bodies I'm dropping some-something) (Like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping) (Some-something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping) (Some-something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping) (Ye, ye, ye) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 Got Glocks, got sticks, all at arms length 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 (10, 11) Couple more pills, on my way to heaven (Ye, ye, ye) Dancing with my demons in the moonlight Yea, takes some medicine to keep my mood right Hop out, I can barely fucking stand up (I can't stand up) When drugs come my way, I can't pass up (I can't pass up) Yea Wanna crawl to my room Want it all to stop soon So lost in my own crib Float away, till I'm off the grid Sitting back playing with the 9 millimeter (Yea-yea) Wondering how did I get this blood on my sneakers? (Yea-yea) Burned out like a cigarette (Out like a cigarette) On top of life, feeling discontent (Discontent) (Oh-oh) Bury me six deep under my mama, weeping Bury my bitch right beside me if she leave here with me You see regret in my silhouette (Regret in my silhouette) Burned out like a cigarette (Ye, ye, ye) (Out like a cigarette) When I'm around, it gets dangerous Out my mind, off that angel dust This shit my life, I can't make it up This shit simple yet complex enough Ye, in the meantime, I'ma keep going (Keep going) Always a chance I won't be here in the morning, no They say, "Just stop, you can make it all change" I'm too deep, I don't know no other way, ay Okay, I lied, I don't want no other way, ay It's the devil that I know everyday, ay Self destructing but at least I feel safe What's meant to be is gonna be anyway Sitting up six inches, smoking grim reaper (Ya-ya) Got a dumb bitch with me, she think I'm a keeper (Ya-ya) Burned out like a cigarette (Burned out like a cigarette) All my life, feeling discontent, ya (Discontent) Sitting back playing with the 9 millimeter Wondering how did I get this blood on my sneakers? Burned out like a cigarette (Like a cigarette) On top of life, feeling discontent (Ye, ye, ye) (Something like a funeral everyday) (For the bodies I'm dropping some-something) (Like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping) (Some-something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping) (Some-something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping)
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