Growing up in Florida, Whitney was originally a guitar player for hardcore and doom metal bands.[3] Whitney moved to Los Angeles, California after starting his career as a rapper eventually finding success in the underground.
Eric Whitney was born 15 April 1991 in Lake Worth, Florida to parents from New York. Whitney grew up in West Palm Beach, Florida. As a teenager, he was in several bands and played the guitar which introduced him to music. He also played football whilst in High School, saying he was practically forced to by his father, who died when Whitney was seventeen.
Whitney was introduced to rap music when he was the guitarist in the hardcore punk band Nemesis and a bandmate introduced him to Memphis rap.
Whitney graduated from university after studying astrophysics and was eventually employed in a position earning $65,000 annually.In 2015, Whitney moved to Los Angeles, California due to his music not thriving in Southern Florida, giving up his employment at the same time. Meeting up with JGRXXN, Whitney joined his collective Schemaposse which included artists such as the now-deceased Lil Peep and Craig Xen.
In April 2016, Schemaposse disbanded leaving Whitney not associated with any group. Whitney eventually began to associate with the popular underground group $uicideboy$ and fellow Florida rapper Pouya. Pouya released the video for "1000 Rounds" with Ghostemane in April 2017.The video quickly went viral and as of May 2018, has nearly 9 million views.
In 2018 Whitney released his 10th album, "N / O / I / S / E" (No One Is Safe from Evil). The album has a very dark and aggressive style and it deals a lot with self-harm, self-mutilation, agoraphobia, and many other issues Ghostemane has dealt with personally. N / O / I / S / E was released by surprise on 10th October 2018, as it was supposed to drop on 17th October of the same year.
Cyanide
Ghostemane Lyrics
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Got a check, still depressed
Been a mess, fuck stress
What next? Take a guess
Cyanide on my breath
On my breath, on my breath
Cut my neck, the blood fresh
Got a check, still depressed
What next? Take a guess
Cyanide on my breath, on my breath
Throw your set up, I know you fed up
Release the lead from the nine, Columbine, don't get up
I got a vendetta
I got depressed and I never got better
You ain't on my level
Don't be pushing me, pressing me
I got a Big Mac and it's next to me
And I got a fat bitch on the ecstasy
On top of the bread like a sesame
They want the recipe for success
And now they after me 'cause I got a masterpiece
Used to, used to laugh at me and now they gassin' me, dappin' me
Up in front of my family
Make 'em say ugh, no Master P
I think I'm next up in the 27 club
I've been too fucked up, serotonin 'bout done
Every night been ending with me biting on my gun
I know you say you love me but you make me wanna jump
Off of the ledge
I'm eleven stories up and thinking about how my mother would feel if I jumped
But now it's not enough for me to stop, how I feel about ending it all, I'ma jump (Jump)
Jump (Jump)
Ready to die but Wavy saved me
I guess I'll see another day, not splattering all over pavement
(Let me in)
Cut my neck, the blood fresh
Got a check, still depressed
Been a mess, fuck stress
What next? Take a guess
Cyanide on my breath
On my breath, on my breath
Cut my neck, the blood fresh
Got a check, still depressed
Been a mess, fuck stress
What next? Take a guess
Cyanide on my breath, on my breath
"Cyanide" by GHOSTEMANE & Pouya is an emotional and introspective song about the struggles of depression and suicidal thoughts. The lyrics describe the feelings of hopelessness and despair that many people face when they are dealing with mental health issues. The opening lines "Cut my neck, the blood fresh / Got a check, still depressed / Been a mess, fuck stress / What next? Take a guess / Cyanide on my breath" set the tone for the rest of the song, conveying the feeling of being trapped in a cycle of pain and suffering, despite external success or achievements.
The second verse speaks to the pain of feeling ostracized and misunderstood, with lines such as "Used to laugh at me and now they gassin' me, dappin' me / Up in front of my family / Make 'em say ugh, no Master P." The references to Columbine and the 27 club add to the overall themes of depression and suicide, highlighting the tragedies that can come from untreated mental illness.
Towards the end of the song, the lyrics take a turn towards hope, with the lines "Ready to die but Wavy saved me / I guess I'll see another day, not splattering all over pavement." The shift towards hope illustrates the importance of seeking help and support, and the potential for recovery and renewal.
Line by Line Meaning
Cut my neck, the blood fresh
I've hurt myself to feel alive, but the pain hasn't gone away
Got a check, still depressed
Money doesn't buy happiness, I'm still struggling with my mental health
Been a mess, fuck stress
I'm overwhelmed and tired of feeling anxious all the time
What next? Take a guess
I don't know what to do or where to go from here
Cyanide on my breath, on my breath
I'm poisoning myself and bringing myself closer to death
Throw your set up, I know you fed up
You're angry and frustrated, and I understand how that feels
Release the lead from the nine, Columbine, don't get up
I'm warning you not to mess with me, or you'll end up like those involved in the Columbine massacre
I got a vendetta
I have a strong desire for revenge and am feeling vengeful
I got depressed and I never got better
I've been struggling with depression and haven't been able to get past it
You ain't on my level
You're not as messed up as I am, and you couldn't begin to understand
Don't be pushing me, pressing me
Don't try to force me to reveal my emotions or make me feel worse
I got a Big Mac and it's next to me
I'm trying to find comfort in material possessions and food
And I got a fat bitch on the ecstasy
I'm partying and using drugs to try and escape my problems
On top of the bread like a sesame
I'm living recklessly and spending money carelessly
They want the recipe for success
People are asking me how to achieve what I have, and I don't have the answers
And now they after me 'cause I got a masterpiece
People are jealous and angry that I have something they don't, and they're trying to bring me down
Used to, used to laugh at me and now they gassin' me, dappin' me
People who used to bully and make fun of me are now trying to be my friend because of my success
Up in front of my family
These people are pretending to be friends and putting on a show for my family
Make 'em say ugh, no Master P
I'm not impressed by these people and their fake support, it's not genuine
I think I'm next up in the 27 club
I'm struggling with my mental health and feel like I might die like many famous musicians at age 27
I've been too fucked up, serotonin 'bout done
I've been using drugs and alcohol too much and I can feel the effects on my brain
Every night been ending with me biting on my gun
I'm contemplating suicide and it's on my mind constantly
I know you say you love me but you make me wanna jump
Even though someone loves me, their actions or words are still causing me pain and worsening my mental state
Off of the ledge
I feel like I'm hanging on the edge of life and death
I'm eleven stories up and thinking about how my mother would feel if I jumped
I'm considering suicide and can't help but think about how my actions would affect my loved ones
But now it's not enough for me to stop, how I feel about ending it all, I'ma jump (Jump)
I know I should stop myself from killing myself, but the urge is too strong
Jump (Jump)
I'm about to throw myself off the building
Ready to die but Wavy saved me
I was ready to end my life, but something stopped me
I guess I'll see another day, not splattering all over pavement
I've decided not to kill myself and continue living
(Let me in)
I want someone to understand me and my struggles, to let me in so I'm not alone anymore
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Written by: Christopher Rex Rockwell, Eric Whitney, Kevin Pouya, Michele Scatamacchia
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Chorus: Ghostemane]
Cut my neck, the blood fresh
Got a check, still depressed
Been a mess, fuck stress
What next? Take a guess
Cyanide on my breath
On my breath, on my breath
Cut my neck, the blood fresh
Got a check, still depressed
Been a mess, fuck stress
What next? Take a guess
Cyanide on my breath, on my breath
[Verse 1: Pouya]
Throw your set up, I know you fed up
Release the lead from the nine, Columbine, don't get up
I got a vendetta
I got depressed and I never got better
You ain't on my level
Don't be pushing me, pressing me
I got a Big Mac and it's next to me
And I got a fat bitch on the ecstasy
On top of the bread like a sesame
They want the recipe for success
And now they after me 'cause I got a masterpiece
Used to, used to laugh at me and now they gassin' me, dappin' me
Up in front of my family
Make 'em say ugh, no Master P
[Verse 2: Ghostemane]
I think I'm next up in the 27 Club
I've been too fucked up, serotonin 'bout done
Every night been ending with me biting on my gun
I know you say you love me but you make me wanna jump
Off of the ledge
I'm eleven stories up and thinking about how my mother would feel if I jumped
But now it's not enough for me to stop, how I feel about ending it all, I'ma jump (Jump)
Jump (Jump)
Ready to die but Wavy saved me
I guess I'll see another day, not splattering all over pavement
(Let me in)
[Chorus: Ghostemane]
Cut my neck, the blood fresh
Got a check, still depressed
Been a mess, fuck stress
What next? Take a guess
Cyanide on my breath
On my breath, on my breath
Cut my neck, the blood fresh
Got a check, still depressed
Been a mess, fuck stress
What next? Take a guess
Cyanide on my breath, on my breath
@ericr4183
Dont even need to listen to this to know its fire when you see Pouya and Ghostemane
@ALOCTV
straight flames
@unclejim8128
Salame boi
@mylittlesecret9055
💯💯💯💯
@joeybazan4043
You right.
@freddey43
Eric R true
@childofanu7215
Pouya and Ghoste always have crazy synergy together. So good.
@vincentsoreo7549
Heatherrr
@brotatochip451
Ghostmane puts songs on a different level 🔝
@traviscarey9213
Brotato Chip think he doesn’t or something