Lone Wolf Hysteria Songtext
von $uicideboy$

G-R-E-Y (you did good, $lick)
G-R-E-Y (It′s a smash)
G-R-E-Y
G-R-E-Y
Your favorite artist's biggest song′s the one that fuckin' featured us
Us an in me and $crim
The ones who make your speakers bust (Grey, Grey, Grey)
The ones who make the reaper blush
I feel like Jesus Christ the way my sneakers rust (Oh)
Nose bleeding like I've been snortin′ bleacher dust (Uh)
Now I′ve got the scent of blood (Uh)
Now I know the hunts on (Uh)
First you gotta find 'em
But I′ll stick around until the drugs gone
It's always money over bitches
Cashin′ out from these love songs
They always want a handout
So I make sure I got my gloves on (Uh)
Paved with sweat and blood, dropped
A few tears along the way (Along the way)


People come and go
But I write for the ones that long to stay (Long to stay)
From dusk 'til dawn, I hibernate
From down til′ dusk, I'll find a way
To leave my fuckin' mark on this world and trace mark Gray
Dollars on my mind like I can′t afford to think
(Afford to think)
Talkin′ to myself like I can't afford a shrink
Never thought that I could love
Til I sipped on the dra-a-a-ank, okay
Let me collect myself, smoke leaking
Out the Ghost like it came from Hell
Yeah, ugly but I ball like I′m Tony Snell (North)
If we bidding over bitches then I bid farewell
Huh, yeah, bye
You know that shawty want a thug (Yeah)
I just want the drugs (Yeah)
Surrounded by these hoes
Praying for em in the club (Lord, help these bitches)
Show me where the love
And I'll show you where it ain′t
Just some bugs on my grill
Steady fuckin' up my paint (Grey, Grey, Grey)
G-R-E-Y
G-R-E-Y
G-R-E-Y
G-R-E-Y
G-R-E-Y
G-R-E-Y
G-R-E-Y
G-R-E-Y