Suicideboys - Sing Me a Lullaby, My Sweet Temptation Album Lyrics

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Genesis

Hey, you, yeah, I'm talkin' to you
Get over here, I said get over here
Gutter chump, ahaha
You know they say that money is the root of all evil
No wonder I love it so much

F*ck an-f*ck an introduction, bitch, you already know
$uicide death row, $uicide death row
F*ck an-f*ck an introduction, bitch, you already know
$uicide death row, ridin' slow-mo in a four
F*ck an-f*ck an introduction, bitch, you already know
$uicide death row, $uicide death row
F*ck an-f*ck an introduction, bitch, you already know
$uicide death row, ridin' slow-mo in a four

Ayy, sold my soul to the Grey, became a household name
I claimed my grave and chained my name
I'm out the game, I don't play to win
I don't play at all and win by default
I climbed to the top just to see how far down I would fall (yikes)
Looked up at the heavens and thought they looked small
Below me, a valley of demons constantly scheming
I look back down, thinking "F*ck all of y'all"
I came into this world as an accident
Blazin' trails just to get a whiff of that blackened scent
Pull up in the Porsche if the Benz got in an accident (f*ck)
I'ma have to get my car wrapped again
I'm back again, back against the wall
Tryna live it up before the curtain falls
White knuckle grip holding up my Grey cabal
Any questions? Give one of my managers a call (bitch)

F*ck an-f*ck an introduction, bitch, you already know
$uicide death row, $uicide death row
F*ck an-f*ck an introduction, bitch, you already know
$uicide death row, ridin' slow-mo in a four
F*ck an-f*ck an introduction, bitch, you already know
$uicide death row, $uicide death row
F*ck an-f*ck an introduction, bitch, you already know
$uicide death row, ridin' slow-mo in a four

Used to hide from the pigs, now it's the IRS
Wetto still white trash, f*ck all the alphabets
Ain't a damn thing changed but the change I got
All these chains came from pain and the blame I rock
Just gimme the drop, gimme the spot
Give me the time, give me the place
Ringing the nine, bringing the mob
Keeping the iron by my waist
Off of the lines like a race
My decline gave me space
To get my mind to redefine what the f*ck I'm looking for today
So it's f*ck an intro, f*ck what you think you know
$crim was better on dope (f*ck, I heard that before)
Pullin' crowds like the pope, heard you broke and it shows
I won't say no names, though, but he got a cameo (oh)
$uicide 'till the murder show (Grey-Grey)
Been gettin' head all around the globe
Backstage hoes, tell 'em, "Tally-ho!" (Maybe Oddy, though)

F*ck an-f*ck an introduction, bitch, you already know
$uicide death row, $uicide death row
F*ck an-f*ck an introduction, bitch, you already know
$uicide death row, ridin' slow-mo in a four
F*ck an-f*ck an introduction, bitch, you already know
$uicide death row, $uicide death row

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Matte Black

(You did good, $lick)
(It's a smash)

Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet

I got that Glock in my yoga pants
F*ckin' that bitch in a yoga stance
Swangin' that K with an open stance
Loaded from smokin' that opium
Stain a lil' boy in the clothes he's in
All of my walls, they closing in
51/50, they tryna come get me
Just mindin' my business and moseyin'
Matte black, smokin' packs
Panic attacks, back to back
Xanax on my lap, debatin', should I relapse?
But back to the ho I was talkin' 'bout
I just wanna put it up in her mouth
Pimping up in my blood, what's up, cuz?
Thuggin' that dirty South
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey59
Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side
$licky pull up in a quarter mil' and slaughter up your daughter
Yung Jesus with them Forgi wheels don't walk, he drive on water
Any time, any place, any hood, any state
Good 'til it f*ckin' ain't, woods to the f*ckin' face
Ridin' with my baby sage, lines on expensive plates
Tears on my diamond chains, stoic never lookin' phased
Poet when I'm spittin' game (game)
Show me how that pussy shaved (shaved)
Dosage climbin' with my shame (shame)
Mama cryin' for my pain (pain)
Will they ever understand? Can I even help my dad?
Money f*ckin' up my fam', givin' until there's nothin' left
Pulling up in that latest (damn)
Choppa stay on me, don't need no hands
Prefer to be lonely, don't need no friends
Ho we just f*ckin', I don't date fans
I'm with my cousin and talkin' plans
Went to my hood and I copped some land
Blowin' through my money like Democrats
Two-step on the IRS, f*ck a tax

Why the f*ck you look to me for help?
There ain't an ace in the cards I was dealt
I'm thirty-one, still don't know how to take care of myself
Honestly, I'm scared that I might melt
Leave behind a bunch of black spots on a white pelt
Maybe in the next life I'll come back as a nice belt, i'on know
There's a fine line between me and you
The biggest difference is I'll snort that shit and probably puke
Dodge and juke all the bullshit y'all try and pull me through
But I'm still shining, baby girl wylin'
Catch me ridin' by with that look in my eyes
Palms start to sweat, by the way I'm grippin' my nine
Yeah, I'm always on my toes but I'm still the same height
Standin' tall over my grave
Make sure it's filled with all the people we supposedly saved
Make sure you throw the plaques in and all the money we made (we made)
I can't put them on my wall, that shit just ain't my taste
It ain't my taste, it ain't my taste
Lil' shawty wanna marry me, I said, "You're better off in debt"
If it didn't work out, baby, I'll be real hard to forget
German whips and private jets, private beaches to access
F*ck on me, baby, I'm still a mess and no, that ain't a threat
I ride for my family, that's Grey59
Try and be all I can be and not waste my time (not waste my time)
On the brink of insanity, I can't make up my mind
Yeah, I battle my vanity and I think I'm blind

Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey59
Three fingers in the air
Three fingers in the air
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey59
Three fingers in the air, mane
Three fingers in the air, mane
All about my family, that's Grey59
All about my family, that's Grey59
Try and be all I can be and I waste my ti-ti-ti-time
Try and be all I can be and I waste my time

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Fucking Your Culture

It's a Smash!
Play-play-play-play-players never doubt
You did good, $lick

It's the demented motherf*cker, kickin' it with my brothers
And repping the 59, you know Grey the f*cking color
My gat' screamin', "Kill 'em Wetto, hit 'em where they lay"
Smokin' 'em like some indo, let the pistol up and spray
Never could be f*cked with, my dick, they love to suck it
They come in and gettin' seven, I switch a bitch like subjects
Pull up Continental, make a ho get sentimental
I got ADIKA denim, ballin' with no fundamentals
Michael Jackson off the Thriller dose, hold it from the killer dose
Cookin' up in the rental (Van), Emeril with the chemicals
Grippin' on my genitals, Northside general
Pull up in the Benz, Forgi' turn this sucker cynical, anyway (Northside)
Think about the drive-by any day (Northside)
Bet if I pass by (Northside), rollin' up that Mary J (Northside)
I might drop 30 like I'm Curry (Northside), you know, NBA (Northside)
Talk 'bout Andy Murray with the stick (Northside) and let it swing away (Northside)
Before I turn to black out, pimpin' out the crack house
Smackin' up on these bitches, flew the ho to f*ck from Krakow
My dick threw her back out, packet flew her back out
Been runnin' and gunnin' and f*ckin', now I'm trip and end up blackout
My name is the killer (North), Northside Gorilla
Mom and dad both fiends and my ex a pill dealer (Northside)
Thought I'd keep it realer, there's no drug I ain't touched
Best stay out yo' face, then I best see yo' place up
Or aim with yo' face up, this Glock with no make up
This weed be for warm-ups, I ain't even laced up
F*ckboy, get your rank up, robbin' and dealin' and homicide
Swipe, swipe, Wetto from the ghetto, I was born to die

Ruby gettin' up in the gizzas, lookin' like a blizzard
Keepin' an eye on these snakes in the grass, so I move just like a lizard
Fat boy taste vanilla, pop the painkillers
Grip the .45, I feel like the Grey Gorilla
Chicken heads flockin', they think I'm a quesadilla
Beatin' up the pussy, I must be a lady killer, yeah
Papa Pine, break yo' spine, rub her clit likes it's a vibe
Now she askin' what's my sign, so I threw up the 59
I'm a lord, out the 7th Ward I pick the lock on heaven's door
Feel no need to settle scores, leave pussies red and sore
Never called her back, she breakin' down like metalcore
Everybody still my sons like they fiendin' for peppercorn (7th Ward)
Check the score (7th Ward), Grey59 five and O in the fourth (7th Ward)
Rolled a blunt so big (7th Ward) you'll have to light it with a torch (7th Ward)
Whip look like it might've (7th Ward) lost the second World War (7th Ward)
Yup, Ruby such an animal (7th Ward)
Seventh Ward Dragon, when I breathe, it's f*ckin' flammable
Keep my clique tight and isolated like we cannibals
Spit so many bars you'd think infinity is tangible
All these f*ckin' chains, you would think I'm wearin' mandibles
Yeah, bitch, tell me what's happenin'
Dick so big, I'll turn her pussy to the Grand Canyon
All my haters pussy like I keep on smellin' salmon
Keep it old school, I might pull up with a cannon
Yeah, bitch, tell me what it is
Wake up with a smile, pickin' out the right fit
OJ in the mornin' like I stabbed a white bitch
Every color in the f*cking rainbow, suck my white dick

Wait for a beep, dial 5-9 and hit the pound
Um, okay, so I'll talk to you later

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1000 Blunts

Hold tight, (you did good, $lick) hold tight (it's a Smash)
I know this in my mind, I know this in my mind
Hold tight, hold tight
I know this in my mind, I know this in my mind
Hold tight, hold tight
I know this in my mind, I know this in my mind
Hold tight, hold tight
I know this in my mind, I know this in my mind

Yo, light that cigarette, I'm trippin'
Ash it on my bitches
Taking my dose, I never skip it
Still in my hood, a pistol gripping
Still got a hundred blunts
Got that Bape up in my cup
Stay with a bitch in the cut
Who stay with my dick in her guts
Wetto the King of the Grey
Self park, I don't f*ck with the valet, sheesh
Private jet, f*ck a delay
Went to Paris and back in a day
Okay, no, I'm never okay
Bitch, stop asking
Came up, supported my family
Just for that, they should give me a Grammy, uh
Running and ducking the slammer
Thinking 'bout cocking the hammer
The lights, the glitter, the glamor
None of this shit even matters
None of this shit make me happy
Wound up in rehab instead of a casket
Locking me up and they had the rooms padded
Made a straight jacket my fashion

Ruby da Motherf*cker
Grim reaping, I'm undercover
Soul seeking, I found another bitch
Who's thinking that I'm her lover, no
Reason I keep on shrugging
Blunt is cashed, let's keep 'em coming
Only weed keeps me from bugging and from seeking out more destruction
I'm a pro at self-doubt, but I doubt I'll ever know
That these bitches want me to fly 'em out
Just because I upped the glow
All these f*ckboys wanna be me, but they keep it on the low
And talk shit about me and my cousin
While we're thumbing through our dough
All this fame is such a curse, sometimes I wish I was a ghost
Watch me raise the f*cking dead next time I'm on stage at a show

Haunted, haunted, haunted, haunted
Haunted, haunted, haunted, haunted
Haunted, haunted, I can't escape my mind
It's like I'm doing time, all the time
Exhausted, lost it, just one little line
Have this talk with God all the time, yeah
Haunted, haunted, I can't escape my mind
It's like I'm doing time all the time
Exhausted, lost it, just one little line
Have this talk with God all the time, yeah

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In Constant Sorrow

Serious shit, no playin', ho
Break yo'self, hit the floor, hit the floor
Ho-ish ass nigga, I'm just tired of this talking shit
Serious shit, no playin', hoe
Keep poppin' off at the mouth
Ho-ish ass nigga, I'm just tired of this talking shit
Break yo'self, hit the floor
Get your f*cking wig split

Ruby keep pullin' these hoes, all over the globe
But still I'm in love with the shit up my nose
All of the money, the cars and the clothes
It comes and it goes
One day, I'll be ready to gather my bones, dig me a hole
Say goodbye, as my two eyes start to close
But then they ain't even closed
Some of y'all leave me alone (leave me alone)
Who the f*ck gon' copy us?
No stopping us, she blocked me 'cause
I'm stocking up on find some sluts
And shoddy cuffs, no roxy dust
I'm Oddy Nuff
The next bitch who wan' lock me up
I'm knockin' up
The rope in my hand keeps knotting up
I'm so tired of thinking I'm not enough
Not enough, not enough (ho-ish ass nigga, I'm just tired of this talking shit)

Serious shit, no playin', ho
Keep poppin' off at the mouth
Ho-ish ass nigga, I'm just tired of this talking shit
Break yo'self, hit the floor
Get your f*cking wig split

Pull up in a drop top, high (why?)
People tryna take what's mine (who?)
People I call my friends (where?)
People I call my fam, god damn
Speed dial my style for a fix (when?)
Right now I don't wanna hear shit (wait, what?)
I tell the ho, take off before I cut the dope off
Livin' too deep in a dream
I've been, I've been
I've been dreaming of a reason not to paint the f*cking ceiling
With my brains, and my pain, that's just how the f*ck I'm feeling
I don't f*ck with feeling worthless
Is this God thing really working?
No point of searching for a purpose
Meet me at my surface
Meet me at my surface
Meet me at my surface

I never knew people could be so evil (serious shit, no playin', ho)
I don't leave here, y'know? (Keep poppin' off at the mouth)
(Break yo'self, hit the floor)
Haven't gone outside for years
I have a job over the phone, I help the people with the computers
Order anything I want on the internet, got TV
That's not a bad life

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Escape from BABYLON

I, I (you did good, $lick)
Truly had thoughts in my mind of us(it's a Smash!)
And future you'll come true
And I know you're tryin' to be everything I need
You're the sweetest thing, treated me like everything and

Recognize a real pimp
(Talkin' a-, talk-, talkin' about dirty tramp)
Recognize a real pimp
(Talkin' a-, talk-, talkin' about dirty tramp)
Recognize a real pimp
(Talkin' a-, talk-, talkin' about dirty tramp)
Recognize a real pimp (talkin' about dirty tramp, talkin' about dirty tramp)
Real pimp, real pimp (dirty tramp, dirty tramp, dirty tramp)

Finding love in all the wrong places
Shuffling through pretty faces
I'm glad you had a nice time
But right now I need my space, bitch
I don't wanna waste your time, and I definitely don't wanna waste mine
If I don't feel the vibe, I'll curb you like a stop sign, yeah

Uh, I been going through some shit
I guess I'm getting used to it
I been going through some shit
I guess I'm getting used to it
I used to doubt my usefulness

She a bad bitch and her ass thick
She gon' turn me to a sad simp
Another habit
Goddamn, I'm such an addict
I always gotta have it
One more time for validation
Watch me turn into a rabbit

What do ya know?
It's Young Wetto riding with a hoe
That bitch before? (bitch before)
She was tripping, had to let her go
Eenie meenie, miney moe (Eenie meenie)
Now he finger froze
I was sold when I showed my flaws and she loved me more
Used to f*cking hate her and she stated that she hate me too
Now it's, babe I love you and she saying, "Boy I love you too"
Still I deal with trauma from this ex in my past (my past)
Only bitch I know psycho enough to land me in rehab
I ran
40 yard dash with a stash in my pants
Now looking back she never had a chance (ayy)
Moving on to better things, bigger dreams
Like cumming in pussy and hope my girl has a mini me

I, I truly had thoughts in my mind of us (dirty tramp)
And future you'll come true (dirty tramp)
And I know you're tryin' to be everything I need (dirty tramp)
You're the sweetest thing, treated me like everything and
everything and you
everything and you and me
recognize that we were supposed to be
I'm just tryna go

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Ashes of Luxury

Sell me a cheat sheet, sell me a cheat sheet (smoked out)
Chiefin' on a blunt, smellin' like (smoked out)
Sit back, relax and chill and meditate (smoked out)
Rolling in my city, making cheese, feeling straight (smoked out)
Sell me a cheat sheet, sell me a cheat sheet (smoked out)
Chiefin' on a blunt, smellin' like (smoked out)
Sit back, relax and chill and meditate (smoked out)
Rolling in my city, making cheese feeling straight (smoked out)

It's that North North player
Boy, these pills ain't no Bayer
And this weed like an onion, you can smell it in the air
Cutthroat, Van Gogh, $licky the picture painter
My ho want me to save her, but at best I might betray her
I was never one to fit in, why would I bring a kid in?
This world f*cked up and hard enough to just exist in
Riding around with that Glock, thinking "should I blow my tizzop?"
One last way to ball, kill myself while getting mizzouth

Sell me a cheat sheet, sell me a cheat sheet (smoked out)
Chiefin' on a blunt, smellin' like (smoked out)
Sit back, relax and chill and meditate (smoked out)
Rolling in my city, making cheese feeling straight (smoked out)

$crim is f*cking sober, but I smoke enough weed for the both of us
Hundred gang, my lungs are stained, just numb my brain, I can't focus
Suppressing my emotions, turn 'em into concrete
Let 'em sink to the bottom of the ocean
Matter fact, I'll turn 'em into raw meat, let the sharks eat

Gut the gar, please, I need to smoke, f*ck, again I'm losing focus
Hit the weed, so I can go to sleep, I hate having dreams
They're always f*cked up and I wake up trying to breathe

Sell me a cheat sheet, sell me a cheat sheet (smoked out)
Chiefin' on a blunt, smellin' like (smoked out)
Sit back, relax and chill and meditate (smoked out)
Rolling in my city, making cheese, feeling straight (smoked out)

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Resistance Is Usless

Huh, North
Ooh-ooh

On them meds like Darko, riding, scheming on a mission
Anna for the static in my hood, I bring the friction
Chucky with the blade, f*ck a movie, this ain't fiction
I stay stacking up addictions, million dollar drug dependance, yuh
Pimping like I'm skinny when I'm riding through the city
F*ck them undercovers, all them feds got is a theory
9th Ward to Gentilly, I'm the junkie of the century (North)
Chain wet like Lake Eerie, $licky the Scarecrow
That they fearing on that Northside
Gang tied with the 59 (Grey)
F*ck it, just kill em' all, they gonna blame Sam Hyde
Always taper on, what the f*ck is taper off?
You see this tattoo on my head, the f*ck you resuscitate me for?
Scoping out with that beam, touch your head like I'm a prophet
Slightly nodding off that fent, but rub me wrong, I get it poppin'
Attacking the hood like Benghazi (yeah)
Better fear Grey like a Stasi (yeah)
Hoes they love Young Wetto, screaming "Fóllame culo, papi"

Let me tone it down before the ice caps melt
Grab the devil by the horns, for that I might catch Hell
White velvet on my bitch look like Marie Antoinette
Every time she give me head, it's like my dick was a threat
Cheney with the shotgun, I ain't aim at shit
F*ck your Spotify playlists, TikTok trends, y'all lame as shit
You gon' catch these f*cking hands like a baseball mitt
You got any last words? I bet they taste like clit
Captain of the grey, I'm going down with the ship
Down with the shit, I split just about everything with $lick
Still in that 7th, ain't nothing has changed
Still wearing FTP fits to the grave (Yeah)
Still f*ck the fame, f*ck the pressure and pain
Only thing changed is I cut off my mane

Hey Oddy, this is -
You must have got the text message this morning
At 8, we are trying to get you in on this Zoom meeting with -
Was able to manipulate hrr schedule and have that 9 o'clock open
I only gave you guys an hour notice
But we tried to, tried to make it work for - to work her magic
So if you want to jump on this I could sent it to you, okay
Take a look at the Zoom room
And if you don't seem to have it
Just text your cousin, he can send it to you, thank you

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Eulogy

When I-when I-when I-when I- (You did good, $lick)
When I die, f*ck it, I wanna go to hell
When I-when I-when I-when I-
When I die, f*ck it, I wanna go to hell
When I-when I-when I-when I- When I die

3 AM drinking with this pistol on my lap
Six medications, guess there ain't no fixing that
It's that broken motherf*cker, knuckling until I relapse
If I die they might cry until they inherit my stacks, uh
Cold f*cking world, tell me what's the word
Only time I speak my heart is when the message come out slurred
People pleasing always eager to fix a motherf*cker's problems
Leave me at the bottom, all comfortable with Gomorrah Sodom
I chew on fent and rot my teeth off
Moments of peace and slow heart beats, God offered
God I dissed, who gon save me?
All I can do is laugh and say "C'est la vie"
Uh, yeah, woe was me, I know you get the picture
This type of pain will earn you seven figures
Check my DNA, my RNA come with predictors
This shit is scripture and for what I got, there's no elixirs
Feel like I'm not enough, find myself playing my day
Like Honey Boy and Shia LaBeouf
My momma crying as she watch the clock
Text my bro I love him even though he got my number blocked
I would give up everything to see my brothers clean
No second thoughts, it's f*ck the cost or take me, leave 'em be
Take my money, say you love me even if it's lies
That connection so depressing but it's all I got

When I die just play this f*cking song
I was never meant for this, been tortured just to carry on
Couple coupes, lotta zeros and a couple homes, none of it is shit to me
Cock the pistol and now I'm

Ayy, head in the clouds it look like it might rain again
Always holding back tears, it's how I manage to pay the rent
Pay the bills, place the bets so I don't have to chase the check
Verified through suicide, the glitz and glamor came and went
Wash my f*cking soul, there's still that one stain is kept
I just wanna be loved, the root of all my pain
Except the type that comes with age and death
I can finally lay and rest, I'm owed a lil' peace
And I'm ready to erase the debt
I never planned on showing the world the face that hides behind the mask
I always thought the last thing I would hear would be the guns blast
Fill in the black hole in my chest with sex and drugs
But it never lasts, it never lasts
Shit, 2 years ago Big Pharma should have just cashed me out
Now I got a deviated septum, I'mma just wrap me out
Pat me down, ask me how I'm still depressed, all they see is my set
All they see is lack of debt, all they see is what they wanna see
Calling me a wannabe, I don't wanna be in misery except a pharmacy
Tell that girl I wanna see, I wanna see her heart bleed
When she rips out my f*cking heart, enter the pharmacy
I'm a private person and take pride in my verses
F*ck your whole opinion, I don't care if it worsens
I'll ruin my reputation and make sure it's on purpose
F*ck this shit

When I die, just play this f*cking song
I was never meant for this, been tortured just to carry on
Couple coupes, lotta zeros and a couple homes, none of it is shit for me
Cock the pistol and now I'm gone

When I die, f*ck it, I wanna go to hell
When I-when I-when I-when I-
When I die, f*ck it, I wanna go to hell
When I-when I-when I-when I-when I die

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No Matter Which Direction I'm Going, I Never Chase These Hoes

(Northside, Northside, Northside) You did good $lick
It's a smash (Northside, Northside, Northside)

Grey, Grey59
Grey, Grey59
Grey, Grey59
Grey, Grey59

Pimpin' sluts, pimpin hoes, riding clean, smoking dope
Got my main bitch, pussy soaking as she give me throat
Whippin' with no 'caine, it's the mane with them diamond rangs
Strapped up with that thang for a lame to blow out they brain
Cruisin' like a mack, Wetto be pulling up like he the mayor (skrt)
Bitches that want me to save 'em, nah
F*ck 'em and put 'em in labour, nah
Creeping with one in the chamber, smoke a sucker like crack
Cutthroat maniac, took his hoe down to the track

Landed in the 504, at 5:04, yeah
Back at home where life's a bore, try not to snore
I should fly some bitches down and about five or four (okay)
Four or five days later, later alligator
I rarely think about when's the next tour
From recordin' in my shed to havin' like three roofs over my head
Ruby levelled up
I got like six whips, I don't need the keys to the Rover truck, anymore
Punchin' the palm trees, swing in the breeze, a moment of peace

I hope there's plenty more

Grey, Grey59
Grey, Grey59
Grey, Grey59
Grey, Grey59

She gave me dome so good, I think she thinks the Earth is flat
Mouth like the f*ckin' firmament, she got my eyes rollin' back
Face a blunt, she rolls 'em back to back (back to back)
And when she bitches, she knows what the f*ck I'm textin' back
Ruby slick with these hoes, I keep 'em froze
Snow Leopard holds a black rose real close, yeah
I've had enough heartbreak, star breaks
To stop 'em like car breaks, Oddy chilling like a pose, I won't post

Hoes, they want the screwing, I'm just looking for the chewing, mane
Chrome thang riding while I swang, swervin' lane to lane
Sippin' on some drank with a skank, got a cokehead name
Something like Brandy or Candy, maybe Tammy
F*ck it, they all the same
Part of the gang, I don't trip, I just give 'em dick
Off the fent looking like a lick, pimpin' like a mink
Lunatic Slicky run the North like the Bolsheviks
Come on, bitch, f*ck her back outdoors, now my neighbor pissed

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$uicideboy$ Were Better in 2015

Still here boasting my emotions
Now coping while f*cking dopeless
Let the dope hit, breathe in slowly
Look, maybe I'll show you hopeless
Load the ammo
Scarecrow, no shadow, bloody piano
Sold out gallows, my mind so harrow
From tragic backwards trouble

Waking up, I trip, pop off of my meds
Toes deep in narcotics
Window shopping for my father's problems
Do you have some options?
My hand numb from gripping the pistol
Trigger finger careless
My heart out to my girl
I know that loving me's a challenge

Garbage, what I'm 'em spewing
Sluggish, how I'm moving
Dope is what I'm choosing
If you ask me how I'm doing
I'll be cruising, coasting, using, dosing
Just don't overdo it, hoping I don't f*cking lose it
Rope in hand, I tied the noose, it's open
Another night, blacked out
Lying on the bathroom floor
I ain't gon' back out, I ain't gonna lash out
I guarantee I'll have some more
I'll run off into the void head first
They tried to avoid said thirst, I'm tryna enjoy
Said words, things about me
Desolate, narrate the fact that I miss my own self

I feel like I've hit rock bottom and another trap door opens
And I plunge further into despair
God only gives us as much suffering as we can endure
You mean He piles on the shit to see if we'll break? Why?
To test our faith and to make us appreciate the good that we do have
Well, forgive me for saying so, Reverend, but God is a sick f*ck

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Unlucky Me

Baby, you can call on me
Anytime that you feel the need
(You did good $lick)
And I'll be there in a hurry
Givin' you the best of me
Haha, yeah, yeah, yeah

$outhside Shorty on them all black Forgis
$uicide for life but I ain't touring at 40
Bitches begging for a ring just 'cause I can kinda sing
But the only thing that I want is to be a f*cking normie
Hold up, Lil' mama, I got them thangs, what about 'em?
What's the problem? I got my own, you ain't gotta solve 'em
I promise it won't effect you, I'm just tryna holla
Starving for attention, but I'm not tryna bother you
(Baby, you can call on me)
I used to come in last, focused on the past
Now I'm drifting down the highway until I run out of gas
Don't want to be recognized, but I hate wearing a mask
Just point and f*cking wave, I don't wanna be tagged

Look, I'll call you back after this verse bro, f*ck
Ayy

I'm a Northside player snorting Southside dope
Pull up in the Benz, give the Southside hope
Joe Exotic what I'm smoking, Backwood flaming
Backwood claimin' (Yo $lick, what you sayin'?)
I'm a praying motherf*cker, lying motherf*cker
Okay, up and spray a motherf*cker if they step in my business
(Keep spraying motherf-) Sorry that's my mental illness
Need to pop me a pill before I finish these lyrics
(Baby, you can call on me) Okay
Now I'm stunting like my daddy, swerving in the Caddy
Thinking about getting high, because my fam' rather me that way
Just know that I tried, but I think it's time
Sincerely signed, $uicide

You know I keep it nice and warm to satisfy
Baby, you know I have got that kinda love times two
Boy, I'll do you all night long
Do you anyway you want
I will do you all night long
I wanna

Hi Oddy and Scott
Just called to tell y'all, I love and miss y'all
Hope to see you soon
We can have some gumbo and roast
Sending love and hugs and maybe one day we can go bowling
Love, Granny

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THE_EVIL_THAT_MEN_DO

You asked me to help you?
How can I when you've kidnapped and stolen?
For all I know, even murdered
(By nightfall, we will have left your Earth)
(You will not see us until it is time)
Time for what?
$uicideboy, bitch ($uicideboy, bitch)

When I die, auction off all my body parts
Let's see what Oddy cost, under my skull to shotty's cross
Got all these opps on my dick, like it's made of metal
Makin' so much money, it's like my boss is the devil
She loves me, she loves me not, I ran out of petals
Littered the ground with rose bits, I'll grip this thorny stem forever
A portrait of my pain, an homage to my suffering, same tale
I been uncovering, I'm staining your world grey
Y'all get back to coloring

Sickity-sickity south thug Bach
Shoot up the mass, it will be minor
Jabbin' my arm, no Pfizer, dick cuffed like it come with priors
Liars all around me talkin', hugs and love
Attaching kisses that comes with wishes for death
So they can touch my trust
F*ck, that's some hard motherf*ckin' truth
Still contemplatin' suicide, just upgraded a couple coupes
Morally bankrupt, call the skank up to pretend she love me
(But I do love you)
Ho, don't talk while you f*cking sucking

Uh, should we, I-, that was a little short, bruh
Well, f*ck, bro
Can we, can we
I just did eight bars 'cause I thought you said all you had to say
Yeah, I got more shit to say, bro, like
Well, I mean
What? Tell me
They sayin' you lost touch

Who the f*ck say Ruby done lost his touch?
Blame my success on lots of luck
But lots of luck ain't gonna get your bitch un-f*cked
Blame my absence on the fact that my dick got stuck
Call me Evergreen, your bitch never seem like she lost touch
Beggin' me, she wants her jaw f*cked
Withdraw from dope before I withdraw my cash
Use her tongue to collect ash for the stash, I guess I'll smash
Pull off in the Glee-Wagon, f*cked up, I might crash
Just thoughts and feelings from the half of me that is white-trash

Bitch, I cheated death, ain't nothin' that I can't do
Manipulation shawty, I can sell ice to Nanook
I can sell ice to the jeweler, I can sell Christ like I'm Judas
Self-righteous type of shooter, make my life insurance shoot up
Wet screwed up (Wet screwed up)
Product of my environment
My therapist was talkin' Freud
I rolled my eyes, then fired the bitch
Why would I quit?
My drug of choice is overdosin', duh
My dick got no limits
I'm Master P pimpin' and makin' the bitches say, "Uh"

You would be horrified at the sight of us
Rain, rain, go away, two-hundred on the dash, watch me hydroplane
Gang, gang, gang's all grey from New Orleans to Ottawa
From Atlanta to the Bay