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letra de i no longer fear the razor guarding my heel (iii) - $uicideboy$

if you were to get what you deserve, you would know what the bottom of a tire tastes like

[verse 1: $lick $loth]
still depressed, still misunderstood
still popping pills, popping seals, smoking backwoods
still smoke a swisher if you got it with you
everybody want me sober, but i’m not a quitter
i say the less, you know the better, that west bank fire setter
$uicide dream team, it’s that codeine fiend
h-ll bound is what i’m deemed, surrounded by crime scenes
only peace that i know is sleep or be deceased, sh-t
i can’t call it anymore
get more depressed when i’m on tour
wake up in the middle of a war
wake up wishing that i was a f-cking corpse, f-ck

[verse 2: ruby da cherry]
yeah, now if we got a problem then we got a problem
i don’t give a f-ck, i can’t even see that far at the bottom
my cousin toxic and i’m rotten, this ain’t an option
i was opting out responsibility, turn a new leave and get it popping
pull up on their f-cking -ss, all they do is f-cking ask
“can i flash you with the gas?”
and so i pull up on their -ss then i ask
“want to catch the gat’s blast?” it’s always back to back
($uicide, $uicide, $uiciiiide)
used to calm my depression, used to call it my progression
used to make me less upset and ($uicide, $uicide, $uiciiiide)
now causes all my depression

soul doubt

[verse 1: lil no flash]
sold out shows, but i don’t believe in souls
so i doubt these shows are going to leave me feeling whole
a couple blunts i blow and now i’m idolized, a role model
that’ll get ’em to get me to model clothes
i’d rather snort up roxy’s ’til that dope battle rattles
nope, i’m not about to tackle yet another problem
i’ll have to put this one at the bottom
i feel like f-cking sodom and gomorrah, but life is sweet
another black petal falling down right at my f-cking feet
another flower rotten, a bouquet of efforts, sour scents are haunting my defeat
sold out funeral, no live nation fee
captivate 100,000 people, still me and the reaper me
100,000 want to meet me, i hope they’ll let me be

[verse 2: lil half cut]
i’m able to paint a picture most people can’t even see
basquiat mixed with monet when that herron in me
self-critic that’s speaking in cryptic, defying the laws of physics
let me be specific, s-d-stic, mr. pessimistic
$lickity $loth, the motherf-cker they call the anti-christ
used to dream of fans chanting, screaming that “$uicide”
now i get on instagram and they’re posting my personal life
i promise it’s not what it seems
climb up just to fall down a stream
drag me to the river
the richer i get, the worse my liver gets
no strippers on my zipper
still in my room, keep it dark as i can
remember scr-ping up change just for cigarettes
immortalized $uicide, no, they won’t forget

all that glitters is not gold, but it’s still d-mn beautiful

[verse 1: lil remains]
yeah playa, yeah playa, all my teeth gold
d-mn playa, d-mn playa, i still can’t sleep though
yeah playa, yeah playa, i be that sheep eater
wolf creeper but disguised as the grim reaper
sad playa, sad playa, i be that sad playa
d-mn playa, d-mn playa, thought you was money making
yeah playa, yeah playa, don’t change that, i’m forsaken
grey playa, third razor, laugh at you b-tches hating
yeah playa, yeah playa, my pupils dilating
dope shot up in my veins, i’m feeling nauseated
law breaker, law breaker, i’m trying to feel alive
make sure my teeth gold when i’m filled up with formaldehyde
$uicide

[verse 2: papa pine]
used to be called a bunch of things before they called me snow leopard
i froze up and shivered off the shards of cold weather with no effort
leather belt around my throat feels so better than the rope i had before
the results are the same, but now i’m comfy when i go
i got hoes that burn their wrist with the blunt they rolled for me
and now i’m always stoned, always home alone
in the back of the benz, i got my squad i know
but i only see them on the road
and the rest i know just wanna use you (they always wanna used you)
snakes in my face, yeah, i think i’m medusa
polo pajamas with the pockets ripped, the red, white and blue ones
that’s why i’m always losing money but don’t let that confuse you
because now i got a mouth full of gold, but baby i’m still a loser

- uicideboy

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