Motel 666 - Sueco

I’m very proud of you

315 we doin' this shit, we gon' change the world

Proud of you, motherfucker

Things ran dry, no blood to bleed

Gave you everything then you fuckin' leave

I don’t want your goddamn apology

Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me

Put the blame on me

Blew the whole advance, I went back to broke

Motel 6 feet below

Spent it on a chain and designer clothes

Nothin' in the bank, but I still got hoes

I spent it on my old friends

Never mix business with emotions, uh

Backstabbed by the ones I kept closest, uh

Hit the potion, three-wheel motion

Yeah, my luck ran short, Gary Coleman

Ayy, twelve bands, run and stack that, yeah, yeah

Things ran dry, no blood to bleed

Gave you everything then you fuckin' leave

I don’t want your goddamn apology

Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me

Everybody kept callin', I had to change my line

Don’t ask how I’m doin' 'cause I’m doin' just fine

Feel it in my chest, feel it in my spine

Goin' through withdrawals, I got money on my mind

Ayy, twelve bands, run and stack that, stack that, stack that

Things ran dry, no blood to bleed

Gave you everything then you fuckin' leave

I don’t want your goddamn apology

Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me

Things ran dry, no blood to bleed

Gave you everything then you fuckin' leave

I don’t want your goddamn apology

Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

(One, two)

(One, two, three, go)

Get the fuck out my face, lil' bitch

I’ma come back hard and write on my wrist

No more handouts, I ain’t givin' shit

Suck my dick