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[VERSE I: LIL CIG]
psycho ward to the mental i'm a don
in the wards got the fenty in my 'ron
skate the block off them xannies so i'm calm
cough a lot from that damage to my lungs
dope smokin'
gun totin'
i'm a killer's killer
pill popper
i don't know a lot who really sicker
full of liquor
codeine drinker
fucking up my liver
pull the trigger
up the thriller
to the highest bidder
ooh la la
what's the vibe, pussy boy??
AK boom
put 'em in their tomb
take lives just because
say nah i'm on fire from the drugs
bend that hoe
gave that bitch some dick
she get off of my nut
she gon deep throat it til she cry
got my face tatted on her thigh
realest mother fucker from the 5
every meal the last supper when you God

[VERSE II: DUCKBOY]
send me the fucking addy and I'll see yall in a second
keys to the fleetwood caddy
push to start the 911
drive these bitches crazy
yeah, they always tryna date me
tryna save me
it's all because I suck her titties like a baby
hate me all you want
better watch you back I never front
you want problems?
i got a bunch
ain't nothing changed except the chunk
knock the piss out a pussy boy
trust
snort a 30 off the .40 let it bust
gimme bread watch how quick I start to duck
I put fenty on her toes
she put fenty in my cup
what with all this racket?
what the fuck with all this fuss?
ruby unapproachable but still they bum rush
oh my
suicide
you're that guy
you're that guy
who wanna die
what's your sign?
she's a 9
personality borderline
she tried to stand me up, but I dicked her down and bent her spine

Avalon

AVALON

$uicideboy$ - My Flaws Burn Through My Skin Like Demonic Flames From Hell

[VERSE I: Yung Christ]
i got the glock in my yoga pants
fucking that bitch in a yoga stance
swanging that K in an open stance
loaded from smoking that opium
stain a lil boy in the clothes he's in
all of my walls they closing in
5150
they tryna come get me
just minding my business and moseying
matte black
smoking packs
panic attacks back to back
xanax on my lap debating 
should i relapse?
but back to the hoe i was talking bout
i just wanna put it up in her mouth
pimping up in my blood
wassup cuz?
thuggin that dirty south
four letter
two numbers bitch
GREY*59
three fingers in the air
main bitch by my side
slicky pull up in a quarter mill and slaughter up your daughter
young jesus with them forgi wheels
don't walk he drive on water
anytime, anyplace
any hood, any state
good til i fucking ain't
woods to the fucking face
riding with my baby Sage
lines on expensive plates
tears on my diamond chains
stoic never looking phased
poet when i'm spitting game
show me how that pussy shaved
dosage climbing with my shame
mama crying for my pain
will they ever understand?
can i even help my dad?
money fucking up my fam
giving until there's nothing left
pulling up in that latest "damn!"
chopper stay on me 
don't need no hands
prefer to be lonely 
don't need no friends
hoe we just fucking i don't date fans
i'm with my cousin and talking plans
went to my hood and copped some land
blowing through my money like democrats
2 step on the IRS fuck a tax



[VERSE II: Romeo da Black Rose]
why the fuck you look to me for help?
there ain't an ace in the cards i was dealt
i'm 31
still don't know how to take care of myself
honestly i'm scared that i might melt
leave behind a bunch of black spots on a white pelt
maybe in the next life i'll come back as a nice belt
i don't know
there's a fine line between me and you
the biggest difference is i'll snort that shit and prolly puke
dodge and juke all the bullshit yall try and put me through
but i'm shining
babygirl wylin
catch me riding by with that look in my eyes
palm starts to sweat by the way i'm gripping my 9
yeah i'm always on my toes but i'm still the same height
standing tall over my grave
make sure it's filled with all the people we supposedly saved
make sure you throw the plaques in and all the money we made
i can't put 'em on my wall that shit just ain't my taste
lil shawty wanna marry me
i said "you're better off in debt"
if it didn't work out, baby, i'd be real hard to forget
germans whips and private jets
private beaches to access
fuck on me, baby
i'm still a mess and no that ain't a threat
i ride for my family that's GREY*59
try and be all i can be and not waste my time
on the brink of insanity
i can't make up my mind
yeah i battle my vanite and think i'm blind

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Sing Me a Lullaby, My Sweet Temptation

Matte Black

MATTE BLACK

[VERSE I: Anthony Mars]
yo light that cigarette
i'm tripping
ash it on my bitches
taking my dose
i never skip it
still in my hood up pistol gripping
still got 100 blunts
got that bape up in my cup
stay with a bitch in the cut who stay with my dick in her guts
wetto the king of the GREY
self park i don't fuck with valet
sheesh
private jet fuck a delay
went to paris and back in a day
okay
no i'm never okay
bitch stop asking
came up and supported my family
just for that they should give me a grammy
running and ducking the slammer
thinking bot cocking the hammer
the lights the glitter the glamour
none of this shit even matters
none of this shit made me happy
wound up in rehab instead of a casket
locking me up and they had the rooms padded
made a straight jacket my fashion

[VERSE II: Norman Atomic]
ruby that motherfucker
grim reaping
i'm undercover
soul seeking
i found another bitch who's thinking that i'm her lover
no
reason i keep on shrugging
blunt is cashed let's keep 'em coming
only weed keeps me from bugging and from seeking out more destruction
i'm a pro at self doubt but i doubt i'll ever know 
that these bitches want me to fly 'em out all because i upped the glow
all these fuckbois wanna be me but they keep it on the low
and talk shit about me and my cousin while we're thumbing through our dough
all this fame is such a curse sometimes i wish i was a ghost
watch me raise the fucking dead next time i'm on stage at a show

[OUTRO: Anthony Mars & Norman Atomic]
haunted, haunted
i can't escape my mind
it's like i'm doing time all the time
exhausted, lost it
just one little line
have this talk with god all the time

1000 Blunts

1000 BLUNTS

Not Even Ghosts Are This Empty

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My Liver Will Handle What My Heart Can't

KILL YOURSELF (Part III)

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[VERSE 1: YUNG $CARECROW]

Locked in my room
Four black walls
Tie the noose
No recall
No resolve
Fuck withdrawal
Rather shoot up till I fall
Murder on call with the 59
Twenty years and it seem like a lifetime
I been hanging everyday from a lifeline
While these fuckers had a dinner every night time
Smo-smokin that dope off the foil let me ball
Hoe please don't call
Don't fuck with ya'll
Spray paint the walls
With blood and whatever
Drag you outside let you rot in the weather
I don't think I can explain any better
I'm $carecrow the terror
I live for the lesser
My birth was an error

[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]

i am the lord of loneliness
i'll hold my breath
just spoke with death
he said he hopes for the best
told him i'm roping my neck
then I woke up choking from the hole in my chest
somehow i manage to function and hope
every day got a lump in my throat
that's them pills swallowed whole
smoke a blunt and then fuck all these hoes
end up humping they throat
get the fuck away from me
i hate all of you faithfully
this world was never made for me
thankfully I'm trained to see
passed all the lies, the ranks, the scenes
i'll shank my knees then walk the plank and freeze

ANTARCTICA

[VERSE I: RAINDROP WALKA]

another day waiting for death
everyday that i waste on my list of regrets
so i tell myself "it's okay. day after next we'll make all these arrangements to change. you can better yourself."
i know i'm wasting my breath as i inhale
i know i'm escaping my death as i inhale
i can't recall why i'm suffocating
my lungs are failing

[VERSE II: LIL CUT THROAT]

Step into the mind of a cut-throat
Empty streets
cold weather
all alone
Blackness
grey air, just snow
Feelings low
being followed by crows
call list overflowed with hot lines
Drug help, mental, suicide
Feel tired, feel dried and you wanna die
Pride fried, closed eyes and you start to cry
Swear I spent a lifetime trying to get it right
Still isolated, still out of sight
Keep my dreads swinging like they in a fight
I just wanna kill everyone in sight
Take the money, take the bitches, take the drugs, take the gold
Baby, let me decompose
Never names said more shade spit
I'ma see you one day, that’s a promise

Tape

NEW CHAINS, SAME SHACKLES

[VERSE I: Romeo da Black Rose]

Take me home
take me home
it's the one place I can rest in peace
turn off my phone
so many messages I wish I could just delete
questioning my existence
questioning my decisions
burning down all the bridges
dig a moat
now I'm finished
sorry don't want you to visit, no
one last pic and I'll be gone
make it count
put the flash on
never really felt like I belonged
so I'll be on my way
and I won't be long
I'll be dead by dawn
I'll be dead by dawn
I'll be dead by dawn

[VERSE II: Lil' Dark]

Scrolling through my texts
shit I left unread
never trying to deal with it
there's bliss up in my ignorance
10 dope dealers
ex want me to see her
can't trust her
don't believe her
reply turn into a needle
don't wanna do it again
got shit I'm not trying to relive
head fucked up and I'm sick
these old habits will kill me quick
quicker than I can blink
quicker than I can think
lift me up
don't want to sink
pour me up
I need a drink
what the fuck do I do when sabotage is all I know?
I done dug myself my own grave in this hole
Kill me slow, slow
curtains close low
fuck
I don't see what's the point of going on
no

...And to Those I Love, Thanks for Sticking Around

...AND TO THOSE I LOVE, THANKS FOR STICKING AROUND

[VERSE I: Lord of Loneliness]

It's lonely at the top
all of my enemies have been defeated
the crown has been sitting on my head for too long
it's starting to give me these legions
don't follow the crowd
the crowd is misleading
stay solo
surrounded by all of my demons
licking my wounds as they deepen
constantly feeding them all of my secrets
007
i got the golden gun
i got the golden
im busting
open up the door
I'm at my breaking point
I cannot take this shit no more
I'm ready to fucking explode
open up
knock knock
here comes the glock cocked
9 mili pop pop pop
oh no
making a mess
my aim ain't the best
I guess I should clean this all up and go home

[VERSE II: Yung Mane]

Percocet, Roxycodone, with some Xanax that I had crushed up in some dust
elevated to another dimension so I got a limp in my strut
I do not care to be here or be there
in the mean time, it seems that I'm stuck
swerving and crashing
that dying little bastard
Yung Christ, you address me as such
crazy little demon
they wave when they see me
face tatted from ear to ear
northside boy with a glock sized toy
if I cock it there's going to be tears here
manic depressive
when life is in session, I hide in a room that's as dark as me
dollar sign - B
and it's still F-T-P
fucking G-R-E-Y till I R-I-P

...AND TO THOSE I LOVE, THANKS FOR STICKING AROUND

$UICIDEBOY$

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