REASON TO LIVE
DVRST Lyrics
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And no need to carpool help, cause ain′t no telephones around
Just stand fucking man, in your mustard fucking head
Lay em bodies down, Sippy D, underneath the ground
Where bugs
Young nigga creepin' through the neighborhood
Yes I got tha scope, but it won′t help yo mom smell good
9 millimeter, boy, 9 millimeter toyBuck buck buck, buck buck buck
9 millimeter noise
You gon' hear the sound of my [?], buck, buck, buck
Leave you [?], killing like my [?], you [?] them, lucky fuck
You gon' hear the sound of my [?], buck, buck, buck
Leave you [?], killing like my [?], you [?] them, lucky fuck
You gon′ hear the
Crawl through the court, and they eat at you
Puttin′ 7 rounds, in yo dome, in yo [?] crew
Told you playas [?] you know, killa, I can see you, trick
Desecrate yo body, brutally, with the hollow tip
Ain't no open casket muthafucka blew yo face off
At the sawed off, ready now, let′s kick the shit off
You gon' hear the sound of my [?], buck, buck, buck
Leave you [?], killing like my [?], you [?] them, lucky fuck
I be the young nigga creepin′ through the neighborhood
Yes I got tha scope, but it won't help yo mom smell good
9 millimeter, boy, 9 millimeter toy
Buck buck buck, buck buck buck
9 millimeter noise
You gon′ hear the
Young nigga creepin' through the neighborhood
Yes I got tha scope, but it won't help yo mom smell good
9 millimeter, boy, 9 millimeter toy
Buck buck buck, buck buck buck
9 millimeter noiseYou gon′ hear the sound of my [?], buck, buck, buck
Leave you [?], killing like my [?], you [?] them, lucky fuck
You gon′ hear the sound of my [?], buck, buck, buck
Leave you [?], killing like my [?], you [?] them, lucky fuck
You gon' hear the
Young nigga creepin′ through the neighborhood
Yes I got tha scope, but it won't help yo mom smell good
9 millimeter, boy, 9 millimeter toy
Buck buck buck, buck buck buck
9 millimeter noise
You gon′ hear the sound of my [?], buck, buck, buck
Leave you [?], killing like my [?], you [?] them, lucky fuck
You gon' hear the sound of my [?], buck, buck, buck
Leave you [?], killing like my [?], you [?] them, lucky fuck
You gon′ hear the
It is important to note that the lyrics provided are highly explicit and may be offensive to some readers.
The lyrics of DVRST's "Reason to Live" paint a vivid picture of the violent and dangerous lifestyle of a young gang member. The language and imagery used are shockingly graphic and disturbing, with references to murder, rape, and other acts of violence. The repeated use of the phrase "buck buck buck" in reference to the sound of a gun firing only adds to the gruesome nature of the song.
The lines "Fucking bitches, put them hoes into the ground" and "Desecrate yo body, brutally, with the hollow tip" suggest a deep-seated misogyny and a complete lack of regard for human life. The references to "creeping through the neighborhood" with a 9 millimeter gun and a scope further emphasize the dangerous and paranoid mindset of the singer.
Throughout the song, there is a tone of both pride and despair. The singer takes pleasure in his violent actions and the power he wields, but also seems to be aware of the inevitable consequences of his lifestyle. The final repetition of the phrase "You gon' hear the sound of my [?], buck, buck, buck" almost seems like a taunt or a warning to anyone who would try to stop him.
Overall, "Reason to Live" is a disturbing portrait of a young man consumed by violence and hatred. While it may be difficult to listen to, it is an important reminder of the harsh realities faced by many in inner-city communities.
Line by Line Meaning
Fucking bitches, put them hoes into the ground
Dehumanizing and violent language expressing a lack of respect and empathy for women.
And no need to carpool help, cause ain′t no telephones around
Boasts about being self-sufficient and not needing anyone else, implying a tough and independent image.
Just stand fucking man, in your mustard fucking head
Emphasis on masculine traits and an aggressive attitude, using derogatory language to insult and demean others.
Lay em bodies down, Sippy D, underneath the ground
Glorifies murder and encourages burying the victims, reinforcing the idea of violence as a means to solve problems.
Where bugs
A sinister and macabre reference to the decay of dead bodies, highlighting the dark and twisted nature of the lyrics.
Young nigga creepin' through the neighborhood
Stokes feelings of fear and danger, presenting the singer as a potentially threatening figure.
Yes I got tha scope, but it won′t help yo mom smell good
Boasts about owning a firearm and being skilled with it, but uses a juvenile and crass insult to downplay any potential criticisms about violence.
9 millimeter, boy, 9 millimeter toy
Continues to celebrate the ownership and use of firearms, framing it as a form of empowerment and strength.
Buck buck buck, buck buck buck
Onomatopoeia for the sound of gunshots, using it as a recurring motif throughout the song for effect.
9 millimeter noise
You gon' hear the sound of my [?], buck, buck, buck
Leave you [?], killing like my [?], you [?] them, lucky fuck
Repeats the same themes of gun violence and killing, using crude language and aggressive tones to portray a sense of domination and fear.
Crawl through the court, and they eat at you
Puttin′ 7 rounds, in yo dome, in yo [?] crew
Describes a violent scenario where the singer takes revenge on those who have wronged them, painting a picture of extreme brutality and sadism.
Told you playas [?] you know, killa, I can see you, trick
Desecrate yo body, brutally, with the hollow tip
Uses slang and aggressive language to reinforce the idea of strength and power, adding a layer of disrespect and disregard for human life.
Ain't no open casket muthafucka blew yo face off
At the sawed off, ready now, let′s kick the shit off
Brags about their violent actions, reveling in the destruction and pain that they cause to others.
Young nigga creepin′ through the neighborhood
Yes I got tha scope, but it won't help yo mom smell good
9 millimeter, boy, 9 millimeter toy
Repeats the same themes of violence and fear as earlier in the song, reinforcing the symbol of the gun as a source of power and intimidation.
You gon′ hear the sound of my [?], buck, buck, buck
Leave you [?], killing like my [?], you [?] them, lucky fuck
Repeats the chorus again, hammering home the themes of violence and brutality in a way that is confrontational and aggressive.
Writer(s): Valerii Zaitsev
Contributed by Isaiah I. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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@gustaz.evolution
thanks for this masterpiece, DVRST
@ewqqqqq
как же я обожаю твою музыку
@juancure5726
Me encanta tu música DVRST 🥲❤️🤩
@MCRMiguel1
You're a fkn crack Bro! Nice music, i really enjoy so much
@Zguialves065z
Obrigado por existir drvst 🇧🇷
@SXTE7
the fact that I can feel happiness and good things just by looking at these images and listening to this music, makes me think that despite everything, life is beautiful and even with the problems it's worth staying alive
@smi.ti1
Made me think about life and tears came to my eyes
@dashbolt101s
@@smi.ti1 Same, it gives me a feeling I can't describe. It's not happiness nor sadness, but a mix of both and sometimes makes me cry. It works better when I watch the clip - got the same feeling with the original Closed Eyes edit. It's a weird nostalgia about life - like feeling how much life is beautiful yet so short because of the quick edit, making us remember at the same time that nothing is everlasting. It's the saddest yet most forward-driving feeling, like a will to live. Really, I can't describe this feeling. 🤍