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I No Longer Fear The Razor Guarding My Heel (IV) Lyrics - Artist : SuicideboyS
(Aye, yuh, yuh)
Reach into my pocket, and I grab a couple crumpled hunnids Weed look like some crumbled hunnids Blunted out, the fuzz is hunting (woo, woo!) Paranoia turn my stomach H1 Hummer, rough and rugged Desert camo trunk to the front, and shirt unbuttoned Seat adjusted (aye) One-hunnid miles per hour, bitch, I seem accustomed To life in the fast lane Nothin' in the motherfuckin' gas tank Dumpin' ashes and laughin' Fucking duckin' what comes from the Government (fuck) Peelin' out into the sunset (fuck!) Eyes so low, look like a sunset Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away (away!) Back on my bullshit, know how to pimp it Put my foot on the fuckin' brakes Signed up for a life, became Yung Christ All I got was a death wish, illness, and a piece of $uicide Fuck this ego, fuck this pride Easily execution on my side Homicide, homicide, what we used to all the time We in the Benz, off the benzos, our depression clinical (what?) Ya' hear me? We in the Benz, off the benzos, our depression clinical, clinical Clinical mind (motherfucker) $uicide... $uicide... Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away (away!) We are tired of this new world I don't want to be here $uicide, $uicide my end $uicide, $uicide my end You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son... Meet me by the moon (right), half past dusk (fuck that) Back from the dust Cut Throat, he loves them drugs and guns Chillin' in the cut, got about 20k and a gun (what?) Got a pile of Adderall, cigarette butts Every day adds up Do I look like I give a fuck? (no!) Every day of every month (what?) Bloody nights turn bloodier Death could be right in front of ya' (what?) Still wouldn't recognize her (—hold up) Got a death list, that some still got to catch this Bust out the TEC, quick Die, bitch, die, bitch You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son Aye, you ever had to dig your own grave? Live your life with no name? Backwood full of romaine, okay '96 Benz with that cocaine paint, hoe High until my death, I got a propane tank low Gas seeping all over the house, until my say so Light the fuckin' match, now that tank blow So glad I stayed home Someone call the cops from the payphone Flames all around me, man, I hope they fucking drown me Crown made of ashes, only way they fucking found me Forget about me, only way you might not feel so lousy Forget about me, on my own head, I would have priced a bounty You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son "In New Orleans, there were many bizarre things I always saw growing up here, especially in the graveyards. And as a child, I spent a lot of time in the graveyards—as an adult, I still spend a lot of time in the graveyards. But as a child, it was a regular weekend thing to do, I always needed to know why. Uhm, sometimes my whys got me in trouble..." And for my last trick, I don't think I'm cut out for this rap shit Aye, you wanna keep going—or? Nah, that's it "$uicide," I fuckin' scream it from the rooftop The only thing I ever did worth mentioning ever since $lick burned me a CD of Lil Wayne That shit prolly still in my boombox But nowadays, I can walk into an establishment and select myself on the fucking jukebox If I wanted to cop a black Countach, drive that shit like two blocks And then smash in the back of a new cop car, now I think I'm wanted too -Yeah, just get a bunch of face tats, it's gonna be cool (Man, fuck you. Why you acting like such a bitch?) SoundCloud that, SoundCloud that, SoundCloud that -Make sure y'all [?] -Ay man, cut that shit off, man. It suck man, garbage, man. Sounds like a fucking generic Three 6, man -Fuck the $uicideboy$ -Shitty ass music -Too dumb. Get the fuck outta here -Change the station, they fucking wack -They're way too fucking short. Get the fuck outta here Yeah, still feel like I'm losing, aye Me and kin still feel like we losing, aye We still feel like we losing, aye Losing, losing... I'm on the lean, yeah, that drank I'm on them bars, don't wan' think I'm on that loud, amphetamines Got no time for sleep, lost in my thoughts I don't know who a friend, and who a enemy Nerves real disturbed, down from head to toe Ever feel like sometimes you gotta let it go? Plenty of days, I thought this shit was over Creator of the movement, creator of the music Still feel like I'm losing |
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