$uicideBoy$ - Ashes of Luxury

It’s that North North player
All these pills ain’t no way-a
And this weed like an onion, you can smell it in the air
Cutthroat, Van Gogh, $lickity the picture painter
My hoe want me to save her, but at best I might betray her
I was never one to fit in, why would I bring a kid in?
This world fucked up and hard enough to just exist in
Ridin' 'round with that Glock, thinking "should I blow my tears out?"
Ones less way to ball, kill myself, I get the missile