Hollowed Out Suicide

She ask me are you high? I say hell yeah, what it do? I wonder 'bout my life and if these feelings are all mine She asks me why won't you reply? I smile, turn, look into her eyes Get the f*ck out my room bitch but leave the backwoods on the side I'm switching lanes with the top down F*ck what you think, you a bitch Racing no one in a ghost town Black Beamer got it dropped down Halfway faded, half hollowed out Crushed up the pills slow Put it in my fucking Coke I ain't thinking 'bout you hoe Only think about the blow I ain't thinking 'bout you, I ain't tripping on shit I ain't finna thank you when you didn't do shit Riding in a two tone suicide, bitch Smoking on gas in the back of da whip I ain't thinking 'bout you, I ain't tripping on shit I ain't finna thank you when you didn't do shit Riding in a two tone suicide, bitch Smoking on gas in the back of da whip Crushing up the pills slow Put it in my fucking Coke I ain't thinking 'bout you, hoe Only think about the blow I ain't think about you hoe I ain't think about you hoe I ain't think about you hoe I ain't think about you hoe