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Mental Clarity Is a Luxury I Can't Afford Video (MV)




Performed By: $UICIDEBOY$
From Album: New World Depression
Genre(s): Hip Hop, R&B
Language: English
Length: 2:26
Written by: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
Released: June 14th, 2024
Year: 2024




$UICIDEBOY$ - Mental Clarity Is a Luxury I Can't Afford Lyrics
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Smoked out (you did good, $lick), smoked out, smoked out, smoked out (it's a smash)
Loced out, loced out, loced out, loced out (I'm so high)
Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loced out, loced out, loced out (I'm so, I'm so high)
Let me check another move, move, oh shit, don't, don't
I'm so high
Let me check another move, move, oh shit, don't, don't
Hey, hey, hey, hey

I'm a G-R-E-Y-B-O-Y, whole gang 59, and that's 'til we die (gang, gang, gang)
W-E-T-T-O, cutthroat, store the M-3-0, man, your gang don't want the smoke
Steady pissed at my daddy, that he nutted in my mama (f*ck)
Crashin' 911's boy, I'm feelin' like Osama (yeah)
Underground Obama, my .44 give a speech
If that's what they call high, then I'm f*ckin' out of reach (north, north)
Arnold Palmer with the Wock' on the Eastern block (north, north)
In my purse I keep a mini Glock, hopin' that they try (north, north)
Just keep on singin', "La-di-da," while their body rot (north, north)
In the hemi, how you like me now? Reaper screamin' (Stop)
Hundred twenty months (What?), ten years independent
Divide that by a hundred mil', the price for my appearance (damn)
Dollar sign, no clearance (yeah), the B, that stand for business (for what?)
F*ck the industry 'cause G59 is for the children (yeah, what?)

Head ninety-five down, knots and knitted (Skrrt)
Downtown shawty sitting shotty, got the pipe lit
Six lanes swervin' she concerned about my driving, blow up the smoke
She know the acid make my eyes spin (What the f*ck?)
Took the CHI bags off of rainbow road
Saw the smoke from the hood, but no, that ain't no ghost
So I pulled the f*ck over to watch the Range Rover glow
Laughin' as I watch it burn, but no, that ain't no joke
I got the keys now (I got the keys now)
I do what I please now (I do what I please now)
I can feel that breeze now (I can feel that breeze now)
But when that wind picks up again, I'll be ready
I hold my own weight, I'm heavy (yeah)
I broke the levees, I'm responsible for the endless floods (die for)
Forest fires, earthquakes and the avalanche of f*cking blood (die for)
Alias known as plague, I f*ck shit up, then shrug and walk away (die for)
A trail of chaos, loss and pain, I bite the dust and spit out stains

Let me check another move, move, oh shit, don't, don't
Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out, smoked out, I'm so high
Let me check another move, move, oh shit, don't, don't
Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out, smoked out, I'm so high
Let me check another move, move, oh shit, don't, don't
Loced out, loced out, loced out, loced out, I'm so high
Let me check another move, move, oh shit, don't, don't
Loced out, loced out, loced out, loced out, I'm so high
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Smoked out (you did good, $lick), smoked out, smoked out, smoked out (it's a smash)
Loced out, loced out, loced out, loced out (I'm so high)
Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loced out, loced out, loced out (I'm so, I'm so high)
Let me check another move, move, oh shit, don't, don't
I'm so high
Let me check another move, move, oh shit, don't, don't
Hey, hey, hey, hey

I'm a G-R-E-Y-B-O-Y, whole gang 59, and that's 'til we die (gang, gang, gang)
W-E-T-T-O, cutthroat, store the M-3-0, man, your gang don't want the smoke
Steady pissed at my daddy, that he nutted in my mama (f*ck)
Crashin' 911's boy, I'm feelin' like Osama (yeah)
Underground Obama, my .44 give a speech
If that's what they call high, then I'm f*ckin' out of reach (north, north)
Arnold Palmer with the Wock' on the Eastern block (north, north)
In my purse I keep a mini Glock, hopin' that they try (north, north)
Just keep on singin', "La-di-da," while their body rot (north, north)
In the hemi, how you like me now? Reaper screamin' (Stop)
Hundred twenty months (What?), ten years independent
Divide that by a hundred mil', the price for my appearance (damn)
Dollar sign, no clearance (yeah), the B, that stand for business (for what?)
F*ck the industry 'cause G59 is for the children (yeah, what?)

Head ninety-five down, knots and knitted (Skrrt)
Downtown shawty sitting shotty, got the pipe lit
Six lanes swervin' she concerned about my driving, blow up the smoke
She know the acid make my eyes spin (What the f*ck?)
Took the CHI bags off of rainbow road
Saw the smoke from the hood, but no, that ain't no ghost
So I pulled the f*ck over to watch the Range Rover glow
Laughin' as I watch it burn, but no, that ain't no joke
I got the keys now (I got the keys now)
I do what I please now (I do what I please now)
I can feel that breeze now (I can feel that breeze now)
But when that wind picks up again, I'll be ready
I hold my own weight, I'm heavy (yeah)
I broke the levees, I'm responsible for the endless floods (die for)
Forest fires, earthquakes and the avalanche of f*cking blood (die for)
Alias known as plague, I f*ck shit up, then shrug and walk away (die for)
A trail of chaos, loss and pain, I bite the dust and spit out stains

Let me check another move, move, oh shit, don't, don't
Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out, smoked out, I'm so high
Let me check another move, move, oh shit, don't, don't
Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out, smoked out, I'm so high
Let me check another move, move, oh shit, don't, don't
Loced out, loced out, loced out, loced out, I'm so high
Let me check another move, move, oh shit, don't, don't
Loced out, loced out, loced out, loced out, I'm so high
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Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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