[Lyric] Suicide Doors (Nick XL)

[Intro]
Yo, yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1]
Why your bitch's pussy smell like wet McDonald's napkins?
I'm napping on her
Parked it in the back and had her gasping
I'm thrashing on 'em
I don't do nothing else with what's called passion
I'm laughing on 'em
They think I've [?] they can't imagine
Cover my shirt with red, now that's called fashion
In fact, don't fuck with the kid, I'm irrational
All I wanna do is cry in the spotlight
And get uncomfortable (Alright)
I don't know what I like (Alright)
I don't know if that's alright with me
But I roll up with the motherfucking rims on the ride
Black tints on the side like I'm 'bout to fight crime
And my door's suicide, and my door's suicide
Pull up with the stick, got her ass on thick
But American Express and depress don't mix
And my door's suicide, think I know what I like
[Refrain]
I like death, I like
I like shit that's sad
Because, bitch, I'm sad
Because, bitch, I'm sad
I like death, I like
I like shit that's sad
Because, bitch, I'm sad
Because, bitch, I'm sad

[Chorus]
Fucking Fendi on my person when I blow my brains
I seen God in fucking person and I know his name
Suicide doors, suicide doors
Suicide doors, suicide doors
If this shit is immersive, then I know your pain
How hard it is to walk with such a heavy chain

[Verse 2]
(Ooh, bitch) I get M's, I get M's, you get fucking nada (Zilch, bitch)
Crash that nineteen-sixty-seven grey Impala (Splash)
When you're holding your own head, it tends to stain your Prada
Least we making dollars (Cash), and I make a lotta
I don't make decisions, I just make the vision
I'ma take that pistol home and fucking paint my kitchen
I won't spit nothing with substance 'til I'm fucking buried (Fuck y'all)
I'ma slip into that ring like I got fucking married
Seeing all the motherfucking blood from my head
On the walls in the house and the front of the bed
And my door's suicide (They are), and my door's suicide (My car)
Pouring out a motherfucking Forty for the dead
If the Lord is in my head, I'm just reporting what he said
Said my door's suicide, think I know what I like
[Refrain]
I like death, I like
I like shit that's sad
Because, bitch, I'm sad
Because, bitch, I'm sad
I like death, I like
I like shit that's sad
Because, bitch, I'm sad
Because, bitch, I'm sad

[Chorus]
Fucking Fendi on my person when I blow my brains
I seen God in fucking person and I know his name
Suicide doors, suicide doors
Suicide doors, suicide doors
If this shit is immersive, then I know your pain
How hard it is to walk with such a heavy chain