| Song | Suicide |
| Artist | D. Lynch |
| Album | Suicide |
| 作词 : Daniel Byelich | |
| 作曲 : Daniel Byelich | |
| Better look alive | |
| Getting subsidized | |
| That D' Lo shit | |
| Better recognize | |
| I'm running laps with Satan | |
| All my demons getting exercised | |
| My head's trapped in a paradigm | |
| Cause I failed bitch in my parent's eyes | |
| Catch a case call it homicide | |
| Talking grown shit now you petrified | |
| They done ****ed up | |
| Pissed me off | |
| Crucify me don't fit the cross | |
| Burning bridges with a molotov | |
| Don't give a **** how I come across | |
| You gone get this work | |
| No Charlie Haas | |
| No Vinnie Mac | |
| You don't cross the boss | |
| You ain't got the juice | |
| You ain't got the sauce | |
| Get paralyzed like the homie Drozz | |
| You might have went platinum | |
| But that don't mean nothin | |
| You ain't on my level | |
| It ain't no discussion | |
| I pierced him with fragments | |
| What's left of him? Nothin | |
| Keep talking your shit | |
| And thinkin I'm bluffin | |
| You aint no Picasso | |
| You ain't no DiVinci Joe | |
| Talking like Tyson | |
| But looking like Witney tho | |
| How do you want it | |
| I beg you to tempt me bro | |
| ****in with Ali | |
| But you aint no Fraser Joe | |
| 215 on my side | |
| They gone ride | |
| They gone ride | |
| Homie its homicide | |
| Homicide oh my god | |
| It's a wonder you alive | |
| You alive you gone die | |
| Catch a case of suicide | |
| Suicide | |
| You a ****ing clown no Walt Disney | |
| A broken condom cant **** with me | |
| Brought 44 now they all empty | |
| Got the 45 if you all tempt me | |
| Ain't with the Fallon better call Jimmy | |
| No love forever better call Witney | |
| Shoot your shot but they all miss me | |
| Forsaken son lord please forgive me | |
| Hit the ground running | |
| And I'm taking it back | |
| Think I've been juicing for how that shit stack | |
| ****in with Jordan | |
| You ain't ranking to Shaq | |
| Keep making your comments | |
| I'm making them racks | |
| Talking that shit | |
| I pull up on the spot | |
| Ain't no rappers is safe | |
| They all going with Pac | |
| Im jacking ya Benz | |
| Run up all that you got | |
| Yeah ya living a lie | |
| To what these labels allot | |
| Stop trippin let it die down | |
| Oh these bitches wanna fight now? | |
| Oh they rollin right now? | |
| Smoking on legal | |
| Im high now | |
| High now | |
| You don't live the life | |
| So don't act surprised | |
| When you get despised | |
| You been compromised | |
| You gone get this smoke | |
| And it's unadvised | |
| We don't **** around | |
| Ya better look Alive | |
| 215 on my side | |
| They gone ride | |
| They gone ride | |
| Homie its homicide | |
| Homicide oh my god | |
| It's a wonder you alive | |
| You alive you gone die | |
| Catch a case of suicide | |
| Suicide |
| zuò cí : Daniel Byelich | |
| zuò qǔ : Daniel Byelich | |
| Better look alive | |
| Getting subsidized | |
| That D' Lo shit | |
| Better recognize | |
| I' m running laps with Satan | |
| All my demons getting exercised | |
| My head' s trapped in a paradigm | |
| Cause I failed bitch in my parent' s eyes | |
| Catch a case call it homicide | |
| Talking grown shit now you petrified | |
| They done ed up | |
| Pissed me off | |
| Crucify me don' t fit the cross | |
| Burning bridges with a molotov | |
| Don' t give a how I come across | |
| You gone get this work | |
| No Charlie Haas | |
| No Vinnie Mac | |
| You don' t cross the boss | |
| You ain' t got the juice | |
| You ain' t got the sauce | |
| Get paralyzed like the homie Drozz | |
| You might have went platinum | |
| But that don' t mean nothin | |
| You ain' t on my level | |
| It ain' t no discussion | |
| I pierced him with fragments | |
| What' s left of him? Nothin | |
| Keep talking your shit | |
| And thinkin I' m bluffin | |
| You aint no Picasso | |
| You ain' t no DiVinci Joe | |
| Talking like Tyson | |
| But looking like Witney tho | |
| How do you want it | |
| I beg you to tempt me bro | |
| in with Ali | |
| But you aint no Fraser Joe | |
| 215 on my side | |
| They gone ride | |
| They gone ride | |
| Homie its homicide | |
| Homicide oh my god | |
| It' s a wonder you alive | |
| You alive you gone die | |
| Catch a case of suicide | |
| Suicide | |
| You a ing clown no Walt Disney | |
| A broken condom cant with me | |
| Brought 44 now they all empty | |
| Got the 45 if you all tempt me | |
| Ain' t with the Fallon better call Jimmy | |
| No love forever better call Witney | |
| Shoot your shot but they all miss me | |
| Forsaken son lord please forgive me | |
| Hit the ground running | |
| And I' m taking it back | |
| Think I' ve been juicing for how that shit stack | |
| in with Jordan | |
| You ain' t ranking to Shaq | |
| Keep making your comments | |
| I' m making them racks | |
| Talking that shit | |
| I pull up on the spot | |
| Ain' t no rappers is safe | |
| They all going with Pac | |
| Im jacking ya Benz | |
| Run up all that you got | |
| Yeah ya living a lie | |
| To what these labels allot | |
| Stop trippin let it die down | |
| Oh these bitches wanna fight now? | |
| Oh they rollin right now? | |
| Smoking on legal | |
| Im high now | |
| High now | |
| You don' t live the life | |
| So don' t act surprised | |
| When you get despised | |
| You been compromised | |
| You gone get this smoke | |
| And it' s unadvised | |
| We don' t around | |
| Ya better look Alive | |
| 215 on my side | |
| They gone ride | |
| They gone ride | |
| Homie its homicide | |
| Homicide oh my god | |
| It' s a wonder you alive | |
| You alive you gone die | |
| Catch a case of suicide | |
| Suicide |