Suicide Doors

[Intro]
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah
SRB separation confirmed
Coming up on, uh, staging the burnout of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds
Production

[Chorus: JD Cliffe]
Suicide doors for the livin' (For the livin')
2-2 fucks and she fallin' in love
I think I just reached my limit (My limit)
Come back with us, don't be a stick in the mud
I think one more shot just did it (Just did it)
It just did it (It just did it)
I think one more shot just did it (Just did it)
I think one more shot, don't be a stick in the mud
Ayy, yo

[Verse 1: JD Cliffe]
One more shot just did it
I got girl from Glasgow down to Greenwich (Get that)
Pick up the mic and shell it, tell a mic man what pen is (Get that, get that)
Fuck all the likes and trendin', them man there are pretenders (Get that, get that)
I got a ting called Shirley, but not the one from Eastenders
I've been up since early, puttin' waste man up in blenders
Bad French ting wanna French kiss
So many opps, can't tell what a friend is (Get that, get that)
Get that pack and send it, labels, know I got leverage
No ID on the entrance, backroads for the adventures
Dip in this ting, I'm tempted

[Chorus: JD Cliffe & Scorcher]
Suicide doors for the livin' (For the livin')
2-2 fucks and she fallin' in love
I think I just reached my limit (My limit)
Come back with us, don't be a stick in the mud
I think one more shot just did it (Just did it)
It just did it (It just did it)
I think one more shot just did it (Just did it)
I think one more shot, don't be a stick in the mud
Yeah man
Ayy, ayy ayy

[Verse 2: Scorcher]
I only fuck with the realest
Them man are dweebs, and other man ain't
That's why the suckers don't feel us, spin it like had FILAs
Been prayin' these pussyholes team up 'til they bout me and get beat up
Pree my ting is all in N15 and N17, N18, N22 and lower ease up
Chattin' 'bout North, then it's me cuz'
Chattin' 'bout Scorch, man are G'd up
Snatch that award, don't rap like a genius
I bring showman features, they ain't inna what manna
Man deal with killers, that man ah man spill with
And I ain't on chattings, that's real shit
The mandem love splashin' the peelin'
But none of my mandem are squealing
Couldn't ever be man ah man seen with
Couldn't ever be man ah man speak with
Go jail and don't pattern no street shit
Get sent on V's, all of them man are some idiots
Them man ain't badders, it's no secret

[Chorus: JD Cliffe]
Suicide doors for the livin' (For the livin')
2-2 fucks and she fallin' in love
I think I just reached my limit (My limit)
Come back with us, don't be a stick in the mud
I think one more shot just did it (Just did it)
It just did it (It just did it)
I think one more shot just did it (Just did it)
I think one more shot, don't be a stick in the mud