1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 million ways
And all the while I'm knowin' that my homies have clowned me
'Cuz I found a girl that'll get on her knees at ease
Stuck on my *** I been drinkin' for days
'Cuz I *** her and didn't have a *** on me
Suicide
A bag of *** and a pound of that ***
And now I'm in a box with nothin' around me
It seems I had to find out the hard way
Suicide
That the girl that I found in the ground, she had HIV
And I got the nerve to put that Bonneville on the road, no
But I guess I had to find out the hard way
To leave this whole wide world so cold
And now I'm in the mirror like
Suicide
Suicide
Now she next to me like
'Cuz I done came to the end of the road
Suicide
Got that thang on me and a couple ***
