Band: Ulf Lundell Album: Shoot-Out Song: Suicide sudicide im living in a world of shit and everyday i fuck another bitch i'm tired off living my life without a end all the time i lived i lent jump off the clinton somebody said but that isn't orignal anymore i read so still living, still not graduated after all im rated to be a ghetto criminal mayby i would like to contineo livin' like an animal but right now i need snortin' coke sometimes i feel so goddamn cold inside of me i have feelings for a bitch and mayby that bitch kape me in this shit im going to jump off a tree with a rope on my dig i dont no what im going to do it doesn't matter how deep i digg i just like i'm traped in the elevator on the first floor i look around me but no where is an open door twenty four seven im stuck in my life sudicide is the only way out i smoke weed until i faint out sudicide is like stoping the shit so its like stoping off making hits i'm tired of living life like poor shit mayby my way out is to fuck a rich bitch and marry her for the money would i could call her honey? im writing this fucked up song on a expensive laptop so that means some one of my famylie has maked it to the top maked it to the top just like bob saget but i don't wanna make the top like him because he is a faget right now im on the lowest level and i need to strugel heavy batteyls thats how i keep me alive so dont make my life to tof, allright??? but i wanna be somebody, someone free and not living in this shit like a working bee right now i'm asking my self who would miss me when i gone i thought nobody but i was fucked up wrong i'm not rich, i'm not poor i'm sitting in this shit now i think this is it i'm going to end al those gangsta wars, deals and drugs people of the higher class saying being a thug sucks i never had a regular honey i never could take a dive in tha money i wanna end my life i dont know how, i jumped of a tree all i got was a twisted knee how would dead feel?? would it be real?? would it be like sleeping?? anyway i would keep me away from tha drugs i'm needing my addition is fucked up my words are spoken with a Dubbel tounge all my words are wrong i discrimante womans who are to old to sleep with i don't care, fuck it don't point at me when the world turn there backs to you if ya listen to my shit ooh wait, yeah point at me then we can fight about it dont run then come to me and i will make ya head twisted com'on don't play nice because i fight like a sicknis come on and let the roe finish you off damn now i see what i need, love (love????? doc operation room D-3 is doing weird) if you trying to cautch me don't haseted if your are fat you will be to late hate thats what peolpe hear, when they listen to my songs i thinks that idee is fucked up wrong it isn't hate it is all tha bad things of the world in words people listen to this so i wanna bet this is tha way to get a idee how the world really works im doing right things and still i wanny die i don't know why mayby its because i'm high a big house would be nice or a bitch cold as ice a expensive car like a lamborghini and sitting in tha back drinking a martini a privet jet would be fine and then drinking the most expensive wine --- http://www.lyricsdot.com/ - 95000+ lyrics from 10000+ bands online