Went to Rehab and All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt (Explicit)歌词-$uicideboy$&Shak

Went to Rehab and All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt (Explicit)歌词由$uicideboy$&Shakewell&Aristos Petrou&Scott Arceneaux Jr.&Andrew Adolph演唱，出自专辑《SHAMELESS $UICIDE (Explicit)》，下面是《Went to Rehab and All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt (Explicit)》完整版歌词！

Went to Rehab and All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt (Explicit)歌词完整版

Went to Rehab and All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt (Explicit) - $UICIDEBOY$/Shakewell/Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr./Andrew Adolph

Composed by：Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr./Andrew Adolph

You did good slick

Ay ay

Glock is tucked but the chopper ain't

And I'm aiming for the horizon

Raa raa raa

Fully automatic

Scope this damaged so I plan on everyone dying

Kill 'em all

Power residue on my license

Mixed the c*****e with some ricin

Tears of blood roll down my cheek

And I can feel my lips start widening

He he he he

Now the whole sky's full of lightning ohh

Now all of the vultures arriving ohh

To pick at the bones on the highway ohh

Cover my face up in white paint ohh

I need to hide the law passing by

Police sirens give me a migraine ohh

Binge drinking only to strip up a purge

Yeah I guess you can call me a lightweight ohh

Hellcat trucks with the Forgiato's

I got fully-autos on the nightstand

Got a black coat

With a TP9 swiss Uzi BT the Taliban

These heavy hollows turn 'em sleepy hollow

No time for sorrow I'm the black lamb baa

From the badlands out to Japan

Hear it strike lightning

When this backhand land d**n

I be that half-man demi-God

That's why they call me Zeus

Mt Olympus couldn't handle us

So I'm down with hades pouring bigger juice

Got a hundred troops we all takin' sips woah

Drop the coupe top let the chopper spit

When you ten toes ain't no taking shifts woah

I'ma spin the globe 'til there's nothing left

Real

Real

AR choppa hanging like a jury

Brad Pitt in the tank fury

Pull up tweaking off a lotta med

Glock17 shooting prematurely

I was pushing tar up in a hoodie

I been who them boys wanted to be

I'm who you avoid as a juvie

20 kicking doors up in goodbe yeah

Grey be the flag

My diamonds they brag

I hop in that big body like I do drag

Cancel me please I rather be banned

**** all this rapping I rather go scam

I rather get high I rather go die

I rather just run and not even try

Revenge of my drake pain in my eyes

Nailed to the 'cross burn me alive wetto