Hollowed Out Suicide

Yung Leto:

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 ask me, why won't you reply?
I smile, turn, look into her eyes
Get the fuck out my room bitch, but leave the Backwoods on the side
I'm switching lanes with the top down
Fuck 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 fuckin' coke
I ain't thinkin' bout you hoe
Only think about the blow
I ain't thinking 'bout you, I ain't trippin' on shit
I ain't finna thank you when you didn't do shit
Ridin' in a two-tone suicide, bitch
Smoking on gas in the back of the whip
I ain't thinking 'bout you, I ain't trippin' on shit
I ain't finna thank you when you didn't do shit
Ridin' in a two-tone suicide, bitch
Smoking on gas in the back of the whip
Crushing up the pills slow
Put it in my fuckin' coke
I ain't thinkin' 'bout you hoe
Only think about the blow

I ain't thinkin' 'bout you hoe
I ain't thinkin' 'bout you hoe
I ain't thinkin' 'bout you hoe
I ain't thinkin' 'bout you hoe