Take me down little Susie, take me down I know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning And I won't forget to put roses on your grave Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers to my wedding

Then it's just a sad song that's too sad to sing I don't know how to write you a song That says, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong I can't find the words that don't make it cheap It's right on the verge and just out of reach It must be a sad song with a blue

Staring at the carnage, praying that the sun will never rise Living another day in disguise Fight for honor, fight for your life Pray to god that our side is right You know we won but still we lose, until I make it home to you I see your mother filled

Don't try to blow out the sun for me baby I'm not asking for what I know can't be All that I ask is a kiss a day And I'll give you love that'll never go away Yes I will yes I will I wouldn't ask you to lift up This great big world little baby I'm not

We are waving our lives away Is if you love me and I Really need to know If you want me when you call What I need to know If you need me when you call We are waving (really need to know) We are waving (if you need me when you call) The rain wont stop

Ten toes down Is you really riding, girl you know I gotta know now Yeah I took a couple of L's so you know I'm on the road now Keep a bad ass bitch and she always stay ten toes down And I keep a couple of hitters with me, always stay ten toes down

Do it for the fam, we gon' die for this shit It's some real ties when we pull up with the clique Money comin' in, people knowin' that we lit It ain't no surprise, they gon' love you when you rich It ain't no surprise, they all love you when you rich Yeah

You know I got to keep ballin' Till the FEDs come we ballin' out Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin' That stash house, we in and out Until God calls for me I'mma keep ballin', keep on ballin' To my niggas and my bitches looking down

We should be friends I don't know you well but I know that look On losing sleep and gaining weight On pain and shame and crazy trains Oh, we should be friends If your mind's as cluttered as your kitchen sink If your heart's as empty as your diesel tank

I can't handle no liquor But these bitches can't handle me I can't control my niggas And my niggas they can't control me You say you know me, my nigga But you really just know the old me Callin' up your uncle's place Shit's all over the place I don't