Still depressed Still misunderstood Still popping pills, popping seals, smoking backwoods Still smoke a swisher if you got it with you Everybody won't 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 Hell bound is what i'm deemed Surrounded by crime scenes Only peace that i know is sleep or be deceased 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 ****ing corpse, ****... Yeah, now if we got a problem, then we got a problem I don't give a **** 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 poppin Pull up on their ****ing ass All they do is ****ing ask "can i flash you with the gas?" And so i pull up on their ass then i ask "want to catch the gat's blast?" It's always back to back $uicide used to calm my depression, used to call it my progression, used to make me less upset and $uicide now causes all my depression Sold out shows, but i don't believe in souls So i doubt these shows are going to leave me feeling whole A couple blunts i blow and now i'm idolized, a role model That'll get 'em to get me to model clothes I'd rather snort up roxy's until that **** battle rattles Nope, i'm not about to tackle yet another problem I'll have to put this one at the bottom I feel like ****ing sodom and gomorrah, but life is sweet Another black petal falling down right at my ****ing feet Another flower rotten, a bouquet of efforts Sour scents are haunting my defeat Sold out funeral no live nation fee Captivate 100,000 people Still me and the reaper me 100,000 want to meet me I hope they'll let me be I'm able to paint a picture most people can't even see Basquiat mixed with Monet when that heron in me Self-critic thats speaking in cryptic Defying the laws of physics Let me be specific Sadistic, mr. pessimistic Slickity sloth the ************ they call the anti-christ Used to dream of fans chanting, screaming that "$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 scraping up change just for cigarettes Immortalized $uicide No they won't forget Yeah playa Yeah playa All my teeth gold Damn playa Damn playa I still can't sleep though Yeah playa Yeah playa I be that sheep eater Wolf creeper but disuised as the grim reaper Sad playa Sad playa I be that sad playa Damn playa Damn playa Thought you was money making? Yeah playa Yeah playa Don't change that i'm forsaken Grey playa Third razor Laugh at you *****es hating Yeah playa Yeah playa My pupils dilating **** 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 $uicide Used to be called a bunch of things before they called me snow leopard I froze up and shivered off the shards of cold weather with no effort Leather belt around my throat feels so better than the rope i had before The results are the same, but now i'm comfy when i go I got hoes that burn their wrist with the blunt they rolled for me And now i'm always stoned Always home alone In the back of the benz, i got my squad i know But, i only see them on the road, and the rest i know just want to use you Always want to used you Snakes in my face, yeah, i think i'm medusa Polo pajamas with the pockets ripped The red, white and blue ones That's why i'm always losing money, but don't let that confuse you because now i got a mouth full of gold, but baby i'm still a loser
[00:29.23]Still depressed [00:30.23]Still misunderstood [00:31.27]Still popping pills, popping seals, smoking backwoods [00:34.31]Still smoke a swisher if you got it with you [00:37.10]Everybody won't me sober, but i'm not a quitter [00:40.09]I say the less you know the better [00:41.84]That west bank fire setter [00:43.53]$uicide dream team [00:44.92]It's that codeine fiend [00:47.21]Hell bound is what i'm deemed [00:49.06]Surrounded by crime scenes [00:50.61]Only peace that i know is sleep or be deceased [00:55.04]I can't call it anymore [00:57.97]Get more depressed when i'm on tour [01:00.96]Wake up in the middle of a war [01:04.45]Wake up wishing that i was a ****ing corpse, ****... [01:32.45]Yeah, now if we got a problem, then we got a problem [01:35.20]I don't give a **** [01:36.39]I can't even see that far at the bottom [01:38.12]My cousin toxic, and i'm rotten [01:39.87]This ain't an option [01:41.32]I was opting out responsibility [01:43.31]Turn a new leave and get it poppin [01:47.51]Pull up on their ****ing ass [01:48.85]All they do is ****ing ask "can i flash you with the gas?" [01:53.84]And so i pull up on their ass then i ask "want to catch the gat's blast?" [01:56.96]It's always back to back [02:02.76]$uicide used to calm my depression, used to call it my progression, used to make me less upset and $uicide now causes all my depression [02:51.68]Sold out shows, but i don't believe in souls [02:54.77]So i doubt these shows are going to leave me feeling whole [02:56.81]A couple blunts i blow and now i'm idolized, a role model [03:00.10]That'll get 'em to get me to model clothes [03:03.09]I'd rather snort up roxy's until that **** battle rattles [03:06.78]Nope, i'm not about to tackle yet another problem [03:09.06]I'll have to put this one at the bottom [03:10.86]I feel like ****ing sodom and gomorrah, but life is sweet [03:14.01]Another black petal falling down right at my ****ing feet [03:17.84]Another flower rotten, a bouquet of efforts [03:20.63]Sour scents are haunting my defeat [03:23.73]Sold out funeral no live nation fee [03:26.37]Captivate 100,000 people [03:28.07]Still me and the reaper me [03:29.76]100,000 want to meet me [03:31.41]I hope they'll let me be [03:48.20]I'm able to paint a picture most people can't even see [03:51.28]Basquiat mixed with Monet when that heron in me [03:54.27]Self-critic thats speaking in cryptic [03:56.81]Defying the laws of physics [03:58.51]Let me be specific [03:59.80]Sadistic, mr. pessimistic [04:01.84]Slickity sloth the ************ they call the anti-christ [04:05.13]Used to dream of fans chanting, screaming that "$uicide!" [04:08.31]Now i get on Instagram and they're posting my personal life [04:11.85]I promise it's not what it seems [04:13.70]Climb up just to fall down a stream [04:15.81]Drag me to the river [04:17.41]The richer i get, the worse my liver gets [04:19.10]No strippers on my zipper [04:20.69]Still in my room [04:21.59]Keep it dark as i can [04:22.93]Remember scraping up change just for cigarettes [04:26.12]Immortalized $uicide [04:27.96]No they won't forget [05:20.02]Yeah playa [05:20.67]Yeah playa [05:21.97]All my teeth gold [05:23.21]Damn playa [05:23.81]Damn playa [05:25.05]I still can't sleep though [05:26.30]Yeah playa [05:26.99]Yeah playa [05:28.20]I be that sheep eater [05:29.49]Wolf creeper but disuised as the grim reaper [05:32.77]Sad playa [05:33.42]Sad playa [05:34.57]I be that sad playa [05:35.86]Damn playa [05:36.66]Damn playa [05:37.96]Thought you was money making? [05:39.15]Yeah playa [05:39.95]Yeah playa [05:41.20]Don't change that i'm forsaken [05:42.40]Grey playa [05:43.15]Third razor [05:44.29]Laugh at you *****es hating [05:45.53]Yeah playa [05:46.33]Yeah playa [05:47.53]My pupils dilating [05:48.87]**** shot up in my veins [05:50.76]I'm feeling nauseated [05:52.20]Law breaker [05:53.06]Law breaker [05:54.25]I'm trying to feel alive [05:55.70]Make sure my teeth gold when i'm filled up with formaldehyde [05:58.93]$uicide [06:11.33]Used to be called a bunch of things before they called me snow leopard [06:14.43]I froze up and shivered off the shards of cold weather with no effort [06:18.01]Leather belt around my throat feels so better than the rope i had before [06:22.14]The results are the same, but now i'm comfy when i go [06:24.84]I got hoes that burn their wrist with the blunt they rolled for me [06:28.07]And now i'm always stoned [06:29.52]Always home alone [06:30.77]In the back of the benz, i got my squad i know [06:32.71]But, i only see them on the road, and the rest i know just want to use you [06:36.39]Always want to used you [06:37.39]Snakes in my face, yeah, i think i'm medusa [06:40.04]Polo pajamas with the pockets ripped [06:41.67]The red, white and blue ones [06:44.85]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
