Introversion 2.0
$uicideboy$ Lyrics


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Barrel full of gasoline, and still
They try matchin' me
Plague with the wicked ways
It's back to the rapturing
Actually capturing souls in a black canteen
Open the cap, and become blackened
Back to the back of the 'Lac
Flickin' cigarette ash
Got a chain made of crack, I smoke diamonds
And laugh at y'all strapped with the gat
Like I'm actually scared to die
Pull the fucking trigger
Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah!
Back to the back, eyes rollin' back
Spent all my racks, spent it on crack
Spent it on smack, look where I'm at
Ain't going back, ain't going back

Got a heart so cold, remember sellin' dope
Remember sellin' coke, DEA pulled me over
Plain cars, plain clothes, I
Didn't bend an inch
I'm strictly sticking to the code
Few years ago was masked up, robbin' stores
Set 'em up on Craigslist
Then robbed 'em at the door
I'm at the bottom tryna eat, I got no hope
Fuck big Ben's death had my head fucked up




I'm poppin' Roxys with the Benzos
Chest fucked up (I guess my luck's up)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "$uicideboy$ // Future diary's" song "INTROVERSION 2.0" can be interpreted as a representation of the darker sides of life. The first paragraph talks about the singer's reckless behavior, where he seems to be unafraid of death despite having a barrel full of gasoline. He emphasizes his wicked ways and captures souls representing his disconnection with human emotions. He further emphasizes his detachment from life by saying he spent all his money on drugs and does not intend to go back. The singer's language is full of rough edges and vulgarity, alluding to the anger and frustration that he may feel, as a result of living in this way.


The second paragraph further emphasizes his illegal past and the consequences he faced while selling drugs. Despite being caught by the DEA, the singer did not betray his code of silence, and he is proud of that. He further narrates his experiences of robbing stores, which shows how desperate he is to make ends meet. The reference to Big Ben's death may indicate that he struggles with living in a world where hope is limited, which then pushes him towards substance abuse. The lyrics of this song paint a picture of a person who's disconnected from life, and it shows how reckless and desperate measures he is willing to take to survive.


Line by Line Meaning

Barrel full of gasoline, and still They try matchin' me
Despite having a potentially dangerous and destructive force within me, others continuously try to compete with me.


Plague with the wicked ways It's back to the rapturing
My actions and habits are negatively influencing others and I'm returning to my ways of self-indulgence.


Actually capturing souls in a black canteen Open the cap, and become blackened
I am taking the spirits of others and locking them away in a dark place, becoming more and more corrupted in the process.


Back to the back of the 'Lac Flickin' cigarette ash
I am returning to a place of isolation, where I indulge in my vices and waste away my time and resources.


Got a chain made of crack, I smoke diamonds And laugh at y'all strapped with the gat Like I'm actually scared to die
I possess something destructive and valuable, which I use for my own pleasure, and mock those who feel the need to arm themselves for protection.


Pull the fucking trigger Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah!
Shoot me if you must, I am unafraid and resigned to my fate.


Back to the back, eyes rollin' back Spent all my racks, spent it on crack Spent it on smack, look where I'm at Ain't going back, ain't going back
I have squandered all of my resources on addictive and self-destructive substances, and cannot return to a state of sobriety.


Got a heart so cold, remember sellin' dope Remember sellin' coke, DEA pulled me over Plain cars, plain clothes, I Didn't bend an inch I'm strictly sticking to the code
Despite being caught and threatened, I did not break under pressure and am committed to an unethical, criminal lifestyle.


Few years ago was masked up, robbin' stores Set 'em up on Craigslist Then robbed 'em at the door
I used deceitful tactics to carry out my illegal acts, targeting innocent victims for financial gain.


I'm at the bottom tryna eat, I got no hope Fuck big Ben's death had my head fucked up I'm poppin' Roxys with the Benzos Chest fucked up (I guess my luck's up)
I am struggling to survive and feel hopeless, resorting to drug use to ease my pain and facing the consequences of my lifestyle.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux

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Analena Hosack


on For The Last Time

life is hard. i am a 14 y/o struggling with depression. i don't want attention. i don't want anything, i just want to feel better. $uicideboy$ music is the only thing that i can very much relate to, they speak words that i am too afraid to speak. i live in a household of people who don't give a fuck about my mental health. they don't take my words into consideration, so whats the point of going on..."Fuck, I don't see what's the point of going on, no"-...and to those i love, thanks for sticking around. it may sound stupid or cliche that i used that lyric but its true. I'm going through so much and as of right now my life is shit i might be put into a foster home because the legal guardian i am living with dose not want to deal with me anymore. i just want to be back with my biological dad...my bio mom is fighting for custody of me and my twin sister but she abused us for 8 years of our life, "Don't wanna do it again got shit i'm not tryna relive." i have the choice to live with my mom but whats the point there's shit i'm not tryna relive, i'm not tryna be abused again...that's me digging my own grave...literally. but anyways i wanted to say that people who are clinically depressed aren't looking for attention when they post comments about there depression, they just don't know who to speak to about it or maybe they have no one to talk to about it....so think about that next time your going to be mean to someone who is simply trying to get some help. i know I've learned from that mistake because i know so many kids who think its cute, quirky or just simply fun to claim that they are depressed, and those are the people who i'm not okay with because they don't really know how it feels to be so goddamn sad all the fucking time. I've tried committing suicide twice already, and i just simply don't know what to do anymore.

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