Suicidal Thoughts (Squeeze) Songtext
von Magno

Uh, (New print out flow)
Say
You ever felt like nothing you do is good enough?
It′s like everything you do is a lose-lose situation?
Everybody's depending on you
You got these haters hating on you
Nothing you do ever goes right
(Just Blaze)


Makes you wanna cock back and squeeze
′Cause I got a bunch of problems
And they multiply by ten before I even solve 'em
One minute doing good, next hour doing bad
It's like everybody′s focused on screwing Mag
I′m having problems with my label, CEO's not returning my calls
My manager is not dumping out my earnings at all
He could care less if I′m stressed
He's making money off his other artist hitting the press
Life′s a marathon I'm still running
And I don′t know if my next meal's
Coming, gotta keep my skills thumping
It's not like in the streets when I used to just steal something
′Cause that shit was quite foul, I switched my whole lifestyle
Yet haters wrapped around my dick like a lifestyle
And I′m just tryna make money from rap
Tryna make it out the streets, it ain't no fun in the trap
This is music from the heart, I ain′t just running my trap
Matter fact I'm just running my laps
Here′s the baton, take a run on my track
You gon' wonder how I kept from putting a gun to my cap
I like to walk when it rain outside
I swear to God, I ain′t been the same since my grandpa died
And they say you gotta watch them morons but my life's an oxymoron
'Cause I done had a pretty good fucked up life
Oh and my girl just had a miscarriage, fucked up right

Makes me wanna squeeze, slide in the clip
Get a firm grip, put it to my head
Cock back and squeeze
Suicidal thoughts, floating in my head
I wanna grab the lead, cock back and squeeze
Slide in the clip, get a firm grip
Put it to my head, cock back and squeeze
Suicidal thoughts, floating in my head
I wanna grab the lead, cock back and squeeze


I cried a gallon worth of tears, another ounce of bust
And the relationship I′m in don′t got a ounce of trust
And they say the only thing that really counts is us
But I don't think like Oprah, that shit stinks like okra
The way I move, I gotta think like poker
Gotta play my cards right just like I play these broads right
So I′m like what the fuck?
I can't even hit the piss cup without her thinking I′m on the toilet
'Bout to get my dick sucked, my life I need to switch up
′Cause I ain't been to church in awhile
I'm so tired up and tryna do a verse for a thou′
But I ain′t saying that to say the work is worth my while
I pray to God he's understanding me, I′m taking care of family
Besides, I'm tired of seeing my mama push that Camry
I don′t give a iota 'bout a fly Toyota
I′d rather see her face grin flipping in the Benz
I know it's a funny intuition
But the truth is my sisters need money for tuition
Every day's a new question, I could use a few answers
My nephews starting school, my niece could use a few Pampers
My granny still living in the hood where it′s more theft
Last week a nigga got killed on his doorstep
I wish I could move her ′fore I'm here
But sometimes I don′t even see a future for myself

Makes me wanna squeeze, slide in the clip
Get a firm grip, put it to my head
Cock back and squeeze
Suicidal thoughts, floating in my head
I wanna grab the lead, cock back and squeeze
Slide in the clip, get a firm grip
Put it to my head, cock back and squeeze
Suicidal thoughts, floating in my head
I wanna grab the lead, cock back and squeeze