New World Depression

Burgundy

Misery in Waking Hours

Misery In Waking Hours

Mental Clarity Is a Luxury I Can't Afford

Mental Clarity Is A Luxury I Can't Afford

99zed, Saliva Grey - Two Twelve Subwoofer (Bass Boosted)

$UICIDEBOY$ x BONES - ASHES ( sxvzxv )

$uicideboy$ - The Light at the End of the Tunnel for $9.99 a Month (slowed + reverb + bass boost)

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Gray/Grey

CLOUDS AS WITNESSES

FCK IT UP (w/ Creepin’Cuz, DrDeagle)

IMPERIAL

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[VERSE 1: YUNG PLAGUE]

slit my own wrist bitch i been killing shit
bitch pick up ash off the blunt when it spill
i ain't paying for shit i got 3 hunnid bills
palm full of pills i might day any day
hope i die with no will
there's a way to escape
it's called digging your grave
i don't chill with nobody or meet face to face
i'm just waiting in here until i can creep out of my cave
don't try and save
what cannot be saved
i cannot be saved
cause i am a slave
to my own mistakes
i hope i fade away like a memory fades in my brain
prey that i slay all the prey
blade that drains my fucking veins
satan please save me today
i break away now i've escaped

[VERSE 2: $LICK $LOTH]

slumped up off my habits with two full metal jackets
i'm that slender man up in your closet
panic when you think about it
that grey haired thugging lil shanty
paranoid can't be too cautious
roll up
fixing to blow on this dope
could be heroin could be smoke
either way i'm going to blow
numb till i can't feel no more
R.I.P. to the one they call $lick
D.I.E. when you fuck with the clique
pull up quick with the sticks empty clips
then i dip with your bitch
made her suck dick
she was shit
i got pissed so i didn't hit
just hit a lick hit the whip and then i dipped swift

Dark Side of the Clouds

JEFFER DRIVE

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PART I: NO SALIVATION FOR THE PROMISE OF SALVATION

[VERSE I: PAPA PINE]

reach into my pocket and i grab a couple crumpled hunnids
weed look like some crumbled hunnids
blunted out the fuzz is hunting
paranoia turn my stomach
H1 Hummer
rough and rugged
desert camo trunk to the front end
shirt unbuttoned
seat adjusted
100 mph bitch i seem accustomed to life in the fast lane
nothing in the motherfucking gas tank
dumping ashes and laughing
fucking ducking what comes from the government
peeling out into the sunset
eyes so low look like a sunset

[HOOK:
GREYFIVENINE BITCH I SIGNED MY LIFE AWAY]

[VERSE II: YUNG CHRIST]

back on my bullshit
know how to pimp it
put my foot on the fucking 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

PART II: TRY HOWLING AT THE MOON WHILE BEING STRANGLED

[VERSE I: LIL 2/3RDS]

meet me by the moon
half past dusk
back from the dust
cut throat he love them drugs and guns
chilling in the cut
got about 20K and a gun
got a pile of adderall
cigarette butts
everyday adds up
do i look like a give a fuck?
every day of every month
bloody nights turn bloodier
death could be right in front of you
still wouldn't recognize her
got a death list that some still got to catch this
best put the tec quick
die bitch!

[VERSE II: 7th WARD DRAGON]

you ever had to dig your own grave?
live your life with no name
backwood full of romaine
okay
'96 benz with the cocaine paint hoe
high until my death i got the propane tank low
gas seeping all over the house until my say so
light the fucking match now the tank blow
so glad i stayed home
someone call the cops from the payphone
flames all around me
man i hoping 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

PART III: MISSED MY CUE FOR CURTAIN CALL

[VERSE I: RUBY DA CHERRY]

and for my last trick i don't think i'm cut off for this rap shit
$UICIDE i fucking scream it from the rooftop
the only thing i ever did worth mentioning ever since slick burned me a CD of lil wayne
that shit prolly still in my boom box
but now a days 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 2 blocks and then smash in the back of a new cop car
now i think i'm wanted too

[VERSE II: SLICK SLOTH]

i'm on that lean
yeah that drank
i'm on them bars
don't want to 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 got to let it go?
plenty days i thought this shit was over
creator of the movement
creator of the music
still feel like i'm losing

I Want to Die In New Orleans

I NO LONGER FEAR THE RAZOR GUARDING MY HEEL (IV)

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Mulsanne