Livin' on this earth is parallel to livin' in hell
I can't seem to break the spell
Detach my soul and separate my cells
Let my spirit dwell inside another realm
Throw my lifeless body down the haunted wishin' well
My carcass starts to swell
The explanation's that I fell
At the hour of my death
Make sure they swing from broken bells
Wipe the blood off of my face
But leave the stains on my lapel
Horrifyin' images on replay in me mind
Come take a walk with me and see the other side
Countin' down the days until me sacrifice
Secret seances, me feel the poltergeist
Come and play down by the river
Got fifty-nine killers in masks
Scarecrow deliver the pull of a trigger
While you f*ckin' die and I laugh
Hear the sounds
Demons surround
Swell from the ground
Feel the flames
We drown in pain
Let's die in vain, mane
Suicideboys - Long Term Effects of SUFFERING Album Lyrics
Suicideboys - Long Term Effects of SUFFERING Lyrics
- Degeneration in the Key of A Minor
- If Self-Destruction was an Olympic Event Id be Tonya Harding
- Life is but a Stream~
- WE ENVY NOTHING IN THE WORLD
- Lighting the Flames of My Own Personal Hell
- NEW PROFILE PIC
- Forget It
- Materialism as a Means to an End
- Ugliest
- The Number You Have Dialed is Not in Service
Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
If Self-Destruction was an Olympic Event Id be Tonya Harding
I got the blade and the AK with the infrared
Rob a motherf*cker for his f*ckin' script of meds
I got the blade and the AK with the infrared
Rob a motherf*cker for his f*ckin' script of meds ($uicideboy, bitch)
I got the blade and the AK with the infrared
Rob a motherf*cker for his f*ckin' script of meds
(I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
I got the blade and the AK with the infrared
(I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my bad)
Rob a motherf*cker for his f*ckin' script of meds
I apologize for gettin' half of the rap game
Hooked on gettin' high
Ruby done made everyone wanna die
The cult of the GREY59, make up your mind
$Uicide, two of a kind unified
I'm takin' what's mine
The choppa, the Uzi, the TEC or the AR
Seen you on my radar
I'll aim for your spine
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T, do you know that that mean? (Nope)
I can keep all my money from streams and shows and sellin' tees
Just a white boy with his wrist cut, been f*cked
Now I'm makin' big bucks, been had my dick sucked
I got the blade and the AK with the infrared
Rob a motherf*cker for his f*ckin' script of meds
I got the blade and the AK with the infrared
Rob a motherf*cker for his f*ckin' script of meds
Hold up, stop, gunfire in the air
Motherf*ckers in my hood don't care
It don't stop there
Empty the clip, it don't matter if you layin' dead
Whoa now, chill, nah, f*ck that
I'm a savage I was raised with my brain half damaged
Wanna kill 'em all
It's my right of passage
To leave all these sons like some bastards (ooh-ooh)
Okay, got the AK
What the punk say when he wanna play?
Slick known to bring the melee
Make 'em runaway like it's mayday
You don't wanna see me when I'm high
Hit 'em with a drive by while I'm hollerin' out GREY
Better pick a f*ckin' side
F*ckin' with the 59 will have you ass sleepin' in a blank grave
I got the blade and the AK with the infrared
Rob a motherf*cker for his f*ckin' sc-
I got the blade and the AK with the infrared
Rob a motherf*cker for his f*ckin'-
I got the blade and the AK with the infrared
Rob a motherf*cker for his f*ckin' script of meds
"Why? Why? Why?"
Rob a motherf*cker for his f*ckin' script of meds
I got the blade and the AK with the infrared
Rob a motherf*cker for his f*ckin' script of meds ($uicideboy, bitch)
I got the blade and the AK with the infrared
Rob a motherf*cker for his f*ckin' script of meds
(I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
I got the blade and the AK with the infrared
(I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my bad)
Rob a motherf*cker for his f*ckin' script of meds
I apologize for gettin' half of the rap game
Hooked on gettin' high
Ruby done made everyone wanna die
The cult of the GREY59, make up your mind
$Uicide, two of a kind unified
I'm takin' what's mine
The choppa, the Uzi, the TEC or the AR
Seen you on my radar
I'll aim for your spine
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T, do you know that that mean? (Nope)
I can keep all my money from streams and shows and sellin' tees
Just a white boy with his wrist cut, been f*cked
Now I'm makin' big bucks, been had my dick sucked
I got the blade and the AK with the infrared
Rob a motherf*cker for his f*ckin' script of meds
I got the blade and the AK with the infrared
Rob a motherf*cker for his f*ckin' script of meds
Hold up, stop, gunfire in the air
Motherf*ckers in my hood don't care
It don't stop there
Empty the clip, it don't matter if you layin' dead
Whoa now, chill, nah, f*ck that
I'm a savage I was raised with my brain half damaged
Wanna kill 'em all
It's my right of passage
To leave all these sons like some bastards (ooh-ooh)
Okay, got the AK
What the punk say when he wanna play?
Slick known to bring the melee
Make 'em runaway like it's mayday
You don't wanna see me when I'm high
Hit 'em with a drive by while I'm hollerin' out GREY
Better pick a f*ckin' side
F*ckin' with the 59 will have you ass sleepin' in a blank grave
I got the blade and the AK with the infrared
Rob a motherf*cker for his f*ckin' sc-
I got the blade and the AK with the infrared
Rob a motherf*cker for his f*ckin'-
I got the blade and the AK with the infrared
Rob a motherf*cker for his f*ckin' script of meds
"Why? Why? Why?"
Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Life is but a Stream~
One in the chamber for ya
One in the chamber
One, one
One in the chamber
One in the chamber
One, one
My life is a movie, but I bought the tickets too late
Missin' the show
Refund me they won't
So now I make pay sellin' it as single frames
Tellin' myself that it's bank
But deep down I know it's just change
One day the seats will be empty
And one day the screen will be blank
Until that day, please don't tempt me
'Cause I'm gonna try and stay straight
Vacant apologies hollow the blame
My sorrow is comfortin' and I'm in pain
I'll follow what's numbin', but there I'll remain
But there I'll remain
Call it what you want but don't call it what it ain't
One in the chamber for ya
One in the chamber for ya
One in the chamber for ya
One in the cha-
One in the cha-
One in the chamber for ya
One in the chamber for ya
One in the chamber for ya
One in the chamber for ya
Don't wanna talk about my drug use
Suffer through so much abuse
Lost my way back home
Left my family all alone
Did what I would never do and can't forgive myself
What I put my father through
Left him to burn in hell, yeah
My brother hugged me with tears in his eyes
Pointed to his veins
Tryna indicate that the blood we share is both the same
Man, I swear I died that day
Amends that I try to make
Wrote this for the words I could not find to say
One in the chamber
One, one
One in the chamber
One in the chamber
One, one
My life is a movie, but I bought the tickets too late
Missin' the show
Refund me they won't
So now I make pay sellin' it as single frames
Tellin' myself that it's bank
But deep down I know it's just change
One day the seats will be empty
And one day the screen will be blank
Until that day, please don't tempt me
'Cause I'm gonna try and stay straight
Vacant apologies hollow the blame
My sorrow is comfortin' and I'm in pain
I'll follow what's numbin', but there I'll remain
But there I'll remain
Call it what you want but don't call it what it ain't
One in the chamber for ya
One in the chamber for ya
One in the chamber for ya
One in the cha-
One in the cha-
One in the chamber for ya
One in the chamber for ya
One in the chamber for ya
One in the chamber for ya
Don't wanna talk about my drug use
Suffer through so much abuse
Lost my way back home
Left my family all alone
Did what I would never do and can't forgive myself
What I put my father through
Left him to burn in hell, yeah
My brother hugged me with tears in his eyes
Pointed to his veins
Tryna indicate that the blood we share is both the same
Man, I swear I died that day
Amends that I try to make
Wrote this for the words I could not find to say
Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
Copyright: Lyrics © PFIVE Entertainment Mexico, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © PFIVE Entertainment Mexico, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
WE ENVY NOTHING IN THE WORLD
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Scrimmy, Scrimmy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Benzo, enzo, 'Rari the pedal that's on my feet
Push it to the floor ,I just know where I wanna be
In your house, in your room
Don't look under your bed
Northside on the map, I won't rest 'til I'm dead
Runnin' 'round the street with a .9 in my hand
Put it up to his head tell him, "I don't play fair"
Empty the clip, end your life in a sec
Christ be the King, you gon leave with a blessin' (amen)
Empty the shells hear a pin drop
Scrimmy bipolar, flip and I flop (I flop)
Switch it up quick, f*ck every last enemy
Act like your friend, leave a blade in your kidney
Rata-ta-tat (grraow), I let your brains splat
Leakin' all over with bloody matter
Shirt in my hands, I sit back and I laugh
Mental f*ckin' case, closed casket where I sleep
Only smoke that crack rock, I don't no tree
Bangin' my veins, put that dirt on my name (my name)
Devil to blame, middle finger the game (the game)
F*ck all the fame, it ain't no thang (no thang)
Scrimmy insane (insane), Scrimmy insane (insane)
Scrimmy insane (insane), Scrimmy insane (insane)
Insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, insane
Insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, insane (insane)
Ayy, ayy
All of my enemies end up bendin' the knee
All my enemies beggin' me, beggin', "Please let me free"
As my fist grips the axe I yell, "Let the bells ring!"
And I swing the blade down, now they're headless but free
Yeah, Ruby been a boss for like ten centuries
I'm the alpha, omega, and every letter between
Step on the scene, rest in peace
Leave me dead in the street
From opiate dependency, codeine and promethazine
Bury me up on a hill with evergreen and a creek
Not the type to live until I'm f*ckin' seventy-three
Yeah, pull up in a Chevy from '73
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Who the f*ck want war?
I got acres of land protected with weaponry
A bunch of guns in my name, no need for open felonies
Accessory to murder with murderous accessories
AK, AR, 12 gauge shotty
Got .44 Magnum and the Uzi from the 90s
.38 and the .9mm in my pant linin'
I might cop a .45 and hold that one behind me
Ruby insane, insane, Ruby insane, insane
Ruby insane, insane, Ruby insane, insane
Ruby insane, insane, Ruby insane, insane
Ruby insane, insane, Ruby insane, insane
Scrimmy, Scrimmy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Benzo, enzo, 'Rari the pedal that's on my feet
Push it to the floor ,I just know where I wanna be
In your house, in your room
Don't look under your bed
Northside on the map, I won't rest 'til I'm dead
Runnin' 'round the street with a .9 in my hand
Put it up to his head tell him, "I don't play fair"
Empty the clip, end your life in a sec
Christ be the King, you gon leave with a blessin' (amen)
Empty the shells hear a pin drop
Scrimmy bipolar, flip and I flop (I flop)
Switch it up quick, f*ck every last enemy
Act like your friend, leave a blade in your kidney
Rata-ta-tat (grraow), I let your brains splat
Leakin' all over with bloody matter
Shirt in my hands, I sit back and I laugh
Mental f*ckin' case, closed casket where I sleep
Only smoke that crack rock, I don't no tree
Bangin' my veins, put that dirt on my name (my name)
Devil to blame, middle finger the game (the game)
F*ck all the fame, it ain't no thang (no thang)
Scrimmy insane (insane), Scrimmy insane (insane)
Scrimmy insane (insane), Scrimmy insane (insane)
Insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, insane
Insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, insane (insane)
Ayy, ayy
All of my enemies end up bendin' the knee
All my enemies beggin' me, beggin', "Please let me free"
As my fist grips the axe I yell, "Let the bells ring!"
And I swing the blade down, now they're headless but free
Yeah, Ruby been a boss for like ten centuries
I'm the alpha, omega, and every letter between
Step on the scene, rest in peace
Leave me dead in the street
From opiate dependency, codeine and promethazine
Bury me up on a hill with evergreen and a creek
Not the type to live until I'm f*ckin' seventy-three
Yeah, pull up in a Chevy from '73
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Who the f*ck want war?
I got acres of land protected with weaponry
A bunch of guns in my name, no need for open felonies
Accessory to murder with murderous accessories
AK, AR, 12 gauge shotty
Got .44 Magnum and the Uzi from the 90s
.38 and the .9mm in my pant linin'
I might cop a .45 and hold that one behind me
Ruby insane, insane, Ruby insane, insane
Ruby insane, insane, Ruby insane, insane
Ruby insane, insane, Ruby insane, insane
Ruby insane, insane, Ruby insane, insane
Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lighting the Flames of My Own Personal Hell
Dark, dark
Dark, dark
"We're sorry, the number you have reached is not in service"
"Please check the number or try your call again" (dark, dark)
"This is a recording"
Dark, dark
Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark
Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark
Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark
Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark
The one pullin' all them robberies
The boy who's born from wcarecrow
Came up from the slums, Walkin' product of the ghetto
I can't feel my face but feelin' great as the vice goes
Round and round and pound for pound
Life goin' in a circle
From the grams to Instagram mainstream the six
Them boys can hate I got their fate, suck on my dick
AKs all around me, want to die? Pick out a stick
Grave been dug, load up a slug
Lay him to rest up in a ditch
Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark
Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Southside shorty
Outside early mornin'
Not a knock empty out the Glock
Dot in front the .40
Turnin' you into a pourin' 40
Or I'll come back when you're poor and forty
Take it how you want it, take it as a warnin'
Don't ever ignore me (nah)
Hide behind the door
Me and the fellas bring the storm
We'll keep it comin' (we'll keep it comin')
Mixin' up milligrams with millimeters
Nine in the chamber
Got thirty inside the heater
Bloody nose I smell the reaper
Smoke surrounds my steps
I'm either chokin' on breath or reefer
Coughin' 'til my death, I'm eager
Leavin' all my fans as grievers
Dark, dark
Dark, dark
Dark, dark
Dark, dark
"We're sorry, the number you have reached is not in service"
"Please check the number or try your call again" (dark, dark)
"This is a recording"
Dark, dark
Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark
Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark
Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark
Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark
The one pullin' all them robberies
The boy who's born from wcarecrow
Came up from the slums, Walkin' product of the ghetto
I can't feel my face but feelin' great as the vice goes
Round and round and pound for pound
Life goin' in a circle
From the grams to Instagram mainstream the six
Them boys can hate I got their fate, suck on my dick
AKs all around me, want to die? Pick out a stick
Grave been dug, load up a slug
Lay him to rest up in a ditch
Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark
Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Southside shorty
Outside early mornin'
Not a knock empty out the Glock
Dot in front the .40
Turnin' you into a pourin' 40
Or I'll come back when you're poor and forty
Take it how you want it, take it as a warnin'
Don't ever ignore me (nah)
Hide behind the door
Me and the fellas bring the storm
We'll keep it comin' (we'll keep it comin')
Mixin' up milligrams with millimeters
Nine in the chamber
Got thirty inside the heater
Bloody nose I smell the reaper
Smoke surrounds my steps
I'm either chokin' on breath or reefer
Coughin' 'til my death, I'm eager
Leavin' all my fans as grievers
Dark, dark
Dark, dark
Dark, dark
Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
NEW PROFILE PIC
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
$Uicide, $uI-
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
Glock to my skull then I-
Glock to my skull then I-
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun (ayy, ayy)
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
Watch me pull up in that H1 with my day-ones
Now's the time to say somethin' if you wanna say somethin'
Swing 'em under, make their face lumped, turn 'em to the lakefront
And roll 'bout eight blunts, like my face numb from the grey bumps
White lines like we gettin' the shake junt
Fake frontin'-ass pussy boy, run
Your mama made change, didn't know she also made chumps
Make your bitch wet, in fact, here the rain comes
Stain somethin', all day, plague stuntin' (yeah)
Ain't frontin', bitch, I'm in the back puffin'
Me and my cousin f*ckin' buzzin', got the razor blades tucked in (uh)
Airin' out the f*ckin' room like glade plug-ins
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
Glock to my skull then I-
Glock to my skull then I-
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
Represent the East 59, it's a grey thing
Creepin' 'round your motherf*ckin' block with no plates, mane
Make your motherf*ckin' front yard to a gun range
Blocka blocka with the chopper, turn your name to a stain
Big dawg, no heart, we ain't build the same, nah
Big gars bars f*ckin' up my brain, yeah
Fentanyl lotta bars, flowin' through my veins, ayy
Adderall speedballs, I might go insane, f*ck
Yeah, whole lotta drugs life close to done
Demons comin' on my walls in my bedroom
I got tendencies of suicidal ideation
Menace to society when I ain't medicated
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
Glock to my skull then I
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
$Uicide, $uI-
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
Glock to my skull then I-
Glock to my skull then I-
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun (ayy, ayy)
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
Watch me pull up in that H1 with my day-ones
Now's the time to say somethin' if you wanna say somethin'
Swing 'em under, make their face lumped, turn 'em to the lakefront
And roll 'bout eight blunts, like my face numb from the grey bumps
White lines like we gettin' the shake junt
Fake frontin'-ass pussy boy, run
Your mama made change, didn't know she also made chumps
Make your bitch wet, in fact, here the rain comes
Stain somethin', all day, plague stuntin' (yeah)
Ain't frontin', bitch, I'm in the back puffin'
Me and my cousin f*ckin' buzzin', got the razor blades tucked in (uh)
Airin' out the f*ckin' room like glade plug-ins
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
Glock to my skull then I-
Glock to my skull then I-
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
Represent the East 59, it's a grey thing
Creepin' 'round your motherf*ckin' block with no plates, mane
Make your motherf*ckin' front yard to a gun range
Blocka blocka with the chopper, turn your name to a stain
Big dawg, no heart, we ain't build the same, nah
Big gars bars f*ckin' up my brain, yeah
Fentanyl lotta bars, flowin' through my veins, ayy
Adderall speedballs, I might go insane, f*ck
Yeah, whole lotta drugs life close to done
Demons comin' on my walls in my bedroom
I got tendencies of suicidal ideation
Menace to society when I ain't medicated
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
Glock to my skull then I
Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Forget It
(Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer, hahaha)
I just wanna see you for a minute
My minds been lost for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
Can't tell you what's goin' on
Don't know what I'm feelin'
Money comes and goes
Save a few, spend a few
Every time I go to sleep I dream of you
Every time I close my eyes I just see you
Inside of my heart
I been feelin' through
Rehab after rehab
Come home just to relapse
If it was a choice all these drugs would be through
But it's just so much deeper (yeah)
Carry too much baggage on my people
Even though I love you
Fill the, fill the void, fill the void, fill the void
Even though I love you
Smile at my casket
I'm at peace at my death
And I know it's just another sad song
May or may not sing along
And I know it's just another sad song
May or may not sing along
I'm not livin' life this way
I don't care about the fame
I don't care about the pain
I just wanna see you for a minute
Baby, I'm sorry that I'm finished
Don't know why you left
(H-E-R-O-I-N)
(H-E-R-O-I-N-E)
But you always come back, so
I'll give you back whatever is left in my chest
(N-O-H-E-A-R-T)
(N-O-H-E-A-R-T)
Prolly go broke givin' into false hope
Choke, chokin' from the vomit in my throat
I was too knocked out to notice
Overdose into a comatose
Be my, be my f*ckin' slogan
I'm f*ckin' broken
I'm f*ckin' broken again and I know never to forget
My foes my friends are the same in the end
I hope I regret leavin' both when I am dead
All of the money and fame
Are only fleetin' ways to counteract my shame
All the drugs and bitches that I gain
Are only fleetin' ways to counteract my shame
I'm so lame
Everyday is the same (it's the same)
I'm goin' insane (goin' insane)
And nothin' ever changes, I hate it
I gotta get out my own way
Find a better way
Find a better way
I just wanna see you for a minute
My minds been lost for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
Can't tell you what's goin' on
Don't know what I'm feelin'
Money comes and goes
Save a few, spend a few
Every time I go to sleep I dream of you
Every time I close my eyes I just see you
Inside of my heart
I been feelin' through
Rehab after rehab
Come home just to relapse
If it was a choice all these drugs would be through
But it's just so much deeper (yeah)
Carry too much baggage on my people
Even though I love you
Fill the, fill the void, fill the void, fill the void
Even though I love you
Smile at my casket
I'm at peace at my death
And I know it's just another sad song
May or may not sing along
And I know it's just another sad song
May or may not sing along
I'm not livin' life this way
I don't care about the fame
I don't care about the pain
I just wanna see you for a minute
Baby, I'm sorry that I'm finished
Don't know why you left
(H-E-R-O-I-N)
(H-E-R-O-I-N-E)
But you always come back, so
I'll give you back whatever is left in my chest
(N-O-H-E-A-R-T)
(N-O-H-E-A-R-T)
Prolly go broke givin' into false hope
Choke, chokin' from the vomit in my throat
I was too knocked out to notice
Overdose into a comatose
Be my, be my f*ckin' slogan
I'm f*ckin' broken
I'm f*ckin' broken again and I know never to forget
My foes my friends are the same in the end
I hope I regret leavin' both when I am dead
All of the money and fame
Are only fleetin' ways to counteract my shame
All the drugs and bitches that I gain
Are only fleetin' ways to counteract my shame
I'm so lame
Everyday is the same (it's the same)
I'm goin' insane (goin' insane)
And nothin' ever changes, I hate it
I gotta get out my own way
Find a better way
Find a better way
Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Materialism as a Means to an End
(You did good, $lick)
$Licky, $licky, $licky
Lil Remains, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hunnid K on a f*ckboy, hmm (f*ckboy)
F*ck I look like? Think I trust boys, yeah
Full of hate, I'ma kill joy
$Licky ridin' on blades like a hot boy
Aye, 50k on the chain, chain, chain (chain, chain)
Grey, Grey, that's the gang, gang, gang (gang, gang)
Load the K's, leave a stain, stain, stain (stain, stain)
F*cking right I'm out my brain, brain, brain (brain, brain)
Spin the block out with the Glock out like a menace (like a menace)
Gimme a minute, I'ma make sure that it's finished
If I'm ridin', bendin' corners, say your penance
Should've listened to your bitchin the beginning, ayy, yeah
K-I, double-L-E-R
So many bodies, made a hobby at the ER
Rollin' with Oddy, smoking a gaudy for my leisure
Whipping the mazi, pumpin' the shotty, trigger squeezer
Breakin' a bitch, swervin' the Benz, f*ckin' the means
Gonna f*ckin', I murdered her pussy and her friends
My reality is hell, I don't pretend, yeah, yeah
I just learn to blend in with the sin (ayy, ayy)
Here we go again, here we go (here we go)
Wanna come and try $licky? You should know (you should know)
I got a thousand ways for you to end in yellow tape
And I got plenty people 'round me wanna earn they way (ayy)
Hunnid K on a f*ckboy, hmm
F*ck I look like? Think I trust boys, yeah
Full of hate, I'ma kill joy
Ruby ridin' on blades like a hot boy
Aye, 50k on the chain, chain, chain
Grey, Grey, it's the gang, gang, gang
Load the K's, leave a stain, stain, stain (hunnid, hunnid, hunnid)
F*ckin' right I'm out my brain, brain, brain
Hunnid K for the car, half a mil' for the addiction
They shipped me off the rehab 'cause I started questionin' my existence (huh?)
Gimme the prescriptions and I'll show you repetition (yuh)
Stubborn motherf*cker you know Ruby never listens (uh, what?)
Grey59, by time to the grave, time flyin' every day
It's on my name, I'm confined to the page
Until a spine and a stain is the only thing remaining (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pullin' up in the Mercedes, bitch, I'm pushin' up daisies
Vision always blurry and my memory hazy
Grey bandana out the window wave it while I'm racin'
Raisin' my hand to the sky until the angels come and take me (I'm waitin')
Awaken my demons, breakin' me down to my knees, they wanna break me
They wanna isolate me, leave me naked, f*ckin' shaky
Grip on that .380, voices tellin' me I'm crazy (tellin' me I'm crazy)
Sold my soul, I'm Grey until my final destination (final destination)
You can call 1-800-909-6538 or send check or money order to-
Your one hundred piece decorating kit
To Morgan Avenue Norwalk Connecticut 06851
1-800-909-6538, you must be eighteen years or older to order
$Licky, $licky, $licky
Lil Remains, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hunnid K on a f*ckboy, hmm (f*ckboy)
F*ck I look like? Think I trust boys, yeah
Full of hate, I'ma kill joy
$Licky ridin' on blades like a hot boy
Aye, 50k on the chain, chain, chain (chain, chain)
Grey, Grey, that's the gang, gang, gang (gang, gang)
Load the K's, leave a stain, stain, stain (stain, stain)
F*cking right I'm out my brain, brain, brain (brain, brain)
Spin the block out with the Glock out like a menace (like a menace)
Gimme a minute, I'ma make sure that it's finished
If I'm ridin', bendin' corners, say your penance
Should've listened to your bitchin the beginning, ayy, yeah
K-I, double-L-E-R
So many bodies, made a hobby at the ER
Rollin' with Oddy, smoking a gaudy for my leisure
Whipping the mazi, pumpin' the shotty, trigger squeezer
Breakin' a bitch, swervin' the Benz, f*ckin' the means
Gonna f*ckin', I murdered her pussy and her friends
My reality is hell, I don't pretend, yeah, yeah
I just learn to blend in with the sin (ayy, ayy)
Here we go again, here we go (here we go)
Wanna come and try $licky? You should know (you should know)
I got a thousand ways for you to end in yellow tape
And I got plenty people 'round me wanna earn they way (ayy)
Hunnid K on a f*ckboy, hmm
F*ck I look like? Think I trust boys, yeah
Full of hate, I'ma kill joy
Ruby ridin' on blades like a hot boy
Aye, 50k on the chain, chain, chain
Grey, Grey, it's the gang, gang, gang
Load the K's, leave a stain, stain, stain (hunnid, hunnid, hunnid)
F*ckin' right I'm out my brain, brain, brain
Hunnid K for the car, half a mil' for the addiction
They shipped me off the rehab 'cause I started questionin' my existence (huh?)
Gimme the prescriptions and I'll show you repetition (yuh)
Stubborn motherf*cker you know Ruby never listens (uh, what?)
Grey59, by time to the grave, time flyin' every day
It's on my name, I'm confined to the page
Until a spine and a stain is the only thing remaining (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pullin' up in the Mercedes, bitch, I'm pushin' up daisies
Vision always blurry and my memory hazy
Grey bandana out the window wave it while I'm racin'
Raisin' my hand to the sky until the angels come and take me (I'm waitin')
Awaken my demons, breakin' me down to my knees, they wanna break me
They wanna isolate me, leave me naked, f*ckin' shaky
Grip on that .380, voices tellin' me I'm crazy (tellin' me I'm crazy)
Sold my soul, I'm Grey until my final destination (final destination)
You can call 1-800-909-6538 or send check or money order to-
Your one hundred piece decorating kit
To Morgan Avenue Norwalk Connecticut 06851
1-800-909-6538, you must be eighteen years or older to order
Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Ugliest
"Once you've found the right doctor
And have told him or her about your pain
Don't, don't be afraid to take what we give you
Often, it will be an opioid medication
Some patients may be afraid of taking opioids
Because they perceived as too strong or addictive
But that is far from the actual fact
Less than one percent of patients taking opioids
Actually become addicted"
Talk my shit (knock, knock, knock)
Say, guess (knock, knock, knock)
Calm down (knock, knock, knock)
Ayy, deaf addict
My mathematics you can't add up
So tragic, my baggage comes with no back up
Breakin' patterns like splittin' atoms
It ain't happenin'
Cycles spin, psychosis wins
The world spins on my motherf*ckin' dick like a whirlwind
Devilish sins, devilish grins
Got motherf*ckers like, "Here we go again"
This motherf*cker scrim Can never stop for nada
Too toxic, send his ass off to the doctor
Between the Xanny and suboxone
Lost cause lost hope
He a throw away
Way, way, way too deep in this hole where he lay
Lay, lay, lay me down to sleep
Northside shorty ride curb on creep
Northside shorty don't pray where he eat
But, ayy, soon we'll see
A soulja by the lake buried six feet deep
Less stress on me, ,ore profit for thee
Middle finger pokin' out for everyone to come and see
Lately, lately, lately
Lately, I've been feelin' brainwashed
Ayy, ayy
Lately I been feelin' brainwashed
Like my soul was rubbin' against the grain
Lost in the same sauce
I would complain but I'm wearin' diamond chains
Cost more than I care to explain, uh, yeah
Lately I been feelin' out of character
Bitch left 'cause I embarrassed her
But everyday I be like a thousand f*ckin' miles away
Blowin' dope remindin' myself I'm the boss of the GREY, ayy
Boardin' the plane, what the f*ck is a holiday?
Dreamin' through the day
What were you sayin'? My mistake
Fleetin' attention
Screenshots and mentions
Wish I still had an away message
Forever stressin'
Live a life in a day
This a day in the life
I'm still the f*ckin' same
Covered in spots not stripes
From broke to f*ckin' paid this the GREY*59
Suicide for life
Rep it 'til I f*ckin' die
Soldier by the lake-lake
Soldier by the lake, soldier by the-
Soldier by the lake
Soldier by the l-
Soldier by the lake-lake
Soldier by the lake
Soldier by the lake-lake
Soldier by the lake, by the lake-lake
Soldier by the lake-lake
"And any drowsiness
That might occur when you start to take the medication
Will soon wear off"
Soldier by the lake
Soldier by the-
Soldier by the lake-lake
And have told him or her about your pain
Don't, don't be afraid to take what we give you
Often, it will be an opioid medication
Some patients may be afraid of taking opioids
Because they perceived as too strong or addictive
But that is far from the actual fact
Less than one percent of patients taking opioids
Actually become addicted"
Talk my shit (knock, knock, knock)
Say, guess (knock, knock, knock)
Calm down (knock, knock, knock)
Ayy, deaf addict
My mathematics you can't add up
So tragic, my baggage comes with no back up
Breakin' patterns like splittin' atoms
It ain't happenin'
Cycles spin, psychosis wins
The world spins on my motherf*ckin' dick like a whirlwind
Devilish sins, devilish grins
Got motherf*ckers like, "Here we go again"
This motherf*cker scrim Can never stop for nada
Too toxic, send his ass off to the doctor
Between the Xanny and suboxone
Lost cause lost hope
He a throw away
Way, way, way too deep in this hole where he lay
Lay, lay, lay me down to sleep
Northside shorty ride curb on creep
Northside shorty don't pray where he eat
But, ayy, soon we'll see
A soulja by the lake buried six feet deep
Less stress on me, ,ore profit for thee
Middle finger pokin' out for everyone to come and see
Lately, lately, lately
Lately, I've been feelin' brainwashed
Ayy, ayy
Lately I been feelin' brainwashed
Like my soul was rubbin' against the grain
Lost in the same sauce
I would complain but I'm wearin' diamond chains
Cost more than I care to explain, uh, yeah
Lately I been feelin' out of character
Bitch left 'cause I embarrassed her
But everyday I be like a thousand f*ckin' miles away
Blowin' dope remindin' myself I'm the boss of the GREY, ayy
Boardin' the plane, what the f*ck is a holiday?
Dreamin' through the day
What were you sayin'? My mistake
Fleetin' attention
Screenshots and mentions
Wish I still had an away message
Forever stressin'
Live a life in a day
This a day in the life
I'm still the f*ckin' same
Covered in spots not stripes
From broke to f*ckin' paid this the GREY*59
Suicide for life
Rep it 'til I f*ckin' die
Soldier by the lake-lake
Soldier by the lake, soldier by the-
Soldier by the lake
Soldier by the l-
Soldier by the lake-lake
Soldier by the lake
Soldier by the lake-lake
Soldier by the lake, by the lake-lake
Soldier by the lake-lake
"And any drowsiness
That might occur when you start to take the medication
Will soon wear off"
Soldier by the lake
Soldier by the-
Soldier by the lake-lake
Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
The Number You Have Dialed is Not in Service
I'm fallin' apart
You mighta thought I was playin'
A part in the art I've created
But most of the words reflect what's happened
Or what is waitin' to start happenin'
I keep on damagin' myself
Tryna fill the void with all this water round my neck
I'm 'bout to drip until I drown
All these drugs up in my nose
I taste the drip, that shit's so sour
All these cars that I bought
Either don't start or they got impounded
Pursued the American dream
The nightmare's what I doubted
Catch a flight to London or I'll catch I flight to Lyon
Show my face in public, show another one at home
See my name on the marquee, letters fallin' down
Litterin' a cold dark street somewhere downtown
As soon as I reached cloud nine it started stormin'
Heavy thunderstorms in every city that I'm tourin'
Life ain't like a rap video, that's just a warnin'
Hopin' to see the sun when I wake up in the mornin'
All this misery, misery, misery, f*ck
Look at my history, no mystery
Where I might end up, just shut up
Don't wanna hear it, it's my decision
May be my last wish so just please listen (not in service)
So long, it's been torture bein' here
So cold, gettin' high but now I cope with fear
Same song and I'm sick of singin' it
Let me move on, it's for my benefit
But one come all to my downfall
Bear witness to everything that I can't solve
My therapist made me promise before I end it all
That her phone would be the one I choose to call, cryin', askin'
Is it really worth it?
What's beneath the surface or behind the curtain?
Really don't think I wanna take this any further
Made one last attempt to figure out my purpose
I called her phone, it said, "Not in service"
When life gets hard (get's hard)
Keep on marchin' on (keep on marchin' on)
Even if the finish line is far
Or you have to push the car (push the car)
Keep on marchin' on (keep on marchin' on)
When life gets hard (get's hard)
Keep on marchin' on (keep on marchin' on)
Even if the finish line is far
Or you have to push the car (push the car)
Keep on marchin' on (keep on marchin' on)
You mighta thought I was playin'
A part in the art I've created
But most of the words reflect what's happened
Or what is waitin' to start happenin'
I keep on damagin' myself
Tryna fill the void with all this water round my neck
I'm 'bout to drip until I drown
All these drugs up in my nose
I taste the drip, that shit's so sour
All these cars that I bought
Either don't start or they got impounded
Pursued the American dream
The nightmare's what I doubted
Catch a flight to London or I'll catch I flight to Lyon
Show my face in public, show another one at home
See my name on the marquee, letters fallin' down
Litterin' a cold dark street somewhere downtown
As soon as I reached cloud nine it started stormin'
Heavy thunderstorms in every city that I'm tourin'
Life ain't like a rap video, that's just a warnin'
Hopin' to see the sun when I wake up in the mornin'
All this misery, misery, misery, f*ck
Look at my history, no mystery
Where I might end up, just shut up
Don't wanna hear it, it's my decision
May be my last wish so just please listen (not in service)
So long, it's been torture bein' here
So cold, gettin' high but now I cope with fear
Same song and I'm sick of singin' it
Let me move on, it's for my benefit
But one come all to my downfall
Bear witness to everything that I can't solve
My therapist made me promise before I end it all
That her phone would be the one I choose to call, cryin', askin'
Is it really worth it?
What's beneath the surface or behind the curtain?
Really don't think I wanna take this any further
Made one last attempt to figure out my purpose
I called her phone, it said, "Not in service"
When life gets hard (get's hard)
Keep on marchin' on (keep on marchin' on)
Even if the finish line is far
Or you have to push the car (push the car)
Keep on marchin' on (keep on marchin' on)
When life gets hard (get's hard)
Keep on marchin' on (keep on marchin' on)
Even if the finish line is far
Or you have to push the car (push the car)
Keep on marchin' on (keep on marchin' on)
Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.