Suicide Doors
Skyzoo Lyrics


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As I think of how to begin this, I already thought up the ending
And if the ending dictates the way the start of it's written
Then I'm really rewinding what isn't, get it?
Swear it gets harder to get it but when you got it
To get it again's more innocent, it's like product
Concealing the end is in a sense how lights got us
And sealing the win's where it begins, it's right by us
Labeled it type bias, to be one in the same
Or maybe they might buy us, to see one of us change
Or say that they might bye us, and leave us yet again
For a gain like pills on the banners of your screen
Know to handle the regime is the handle on the lead
And the hands do extend 'til a hand is outta reach
And the reach be the limbs that'll balance out the means
And the means to it all will get a ski mask involved
And you winning or you swimming in a flood of the maroon type
Sheets by the dozen and you covered by a boom mic
Pardon, the most humble of an autograph
The threaded needles of desert eagles and honors raps
The high of thinking you can find more
The balance of the script when a shooter signs off
Ballerina fits like two inside four
All for the intrigue of a suicide door

Saw the doors lifting up
And then they never came down
I mean they rode around the block with the doors lifted up
Like they was flying off the ground
And then they told us that they call those suicide doors
They said they call those suicide doors
The break lights was 100 dollar bill green
And we was green for a suicide door

And as we take this to a further route
The steps move like its word of mouth
The steps move like if they was stepping with us when we further out
So step two becomes to work around
It gets lighter than a fly knit, tighter than a eye slit
Brighter than the writer you was bright enough to climb with
Complimenting you while biggin' up me
Just brings us up to speed to the steps that we aligned with
Then it all ties in, tied up to keep down
Or cover up your eyes when it flies like you Dee Brown
The complexities of rubbing arms next to me
It all adds to these bags of longevity
It's like, I'm Wayne Shorter with a ratchet fetish
Or, I'm Mendecees with a jazz collection
In other words, I covet what they covered
Like overflowing cupboards spilling gold medal dreams
And running to the cupboard like you're gold medal breed
Or bred, and fed how that gold medal steam
Meanings all over, you can pick the one that suits you
Depending the tie the accessory could lose you
See how we still twisting shit together?
Black ice dangle from the mirror that reflects us




Black ice tangled til the loop is tied off
All for the intrigue of a suicide door

Overall Meaning

The first verse of "Suicide Doors" by Skyzoo delves into the concept of beginnings and endings, specifically in regards to understanding and obtaining success. The lyrics suggest that when thinking about how to start something, it's important to keep the desired outcome in mind. In this case, the "ending" dictates the way the beginning is written. It can be challenging to fully grasp this idea, but once you achieve success, the process of obtaining it again becomes more innocent and easier to comprehend. The lyrics draw a parallel between this concept and the concealment of the end goal, similar to how lights can manipulate our perception. Ultimately, the beginning and end are interconnected, and the journey to success involves navigating through obstacles and manipulation.


The second verse explores the fascination and allure of living life on the edge, metaphorically represented by "suicide doors." The singer describes witnessing cars with such doors lifted up, defying gravity and appearing to fly. These doors are associated with danger and risk, hence the reference to them as "suicide doors." The break lights of the cars are described as being the color of a hundred-dollar bill, symbolizing wealth and materialism. The singer and their peers are enticed by this lifestyle, intrigued by the thrilling and rebellious nature of suicide doors.


Moving on to the third verse, Skyzoo delves deeper into the journey towards success. The lyrics depict a progression where steps are taken and information spreads through word of mouth. The singer compares this progression to lightweight and tight fly knit fabric, emphasizing the agility and precision required to navigate the path to success. There is a sense of mutual admiration between the singer and their peers, as they support and uplift one another. The lyrics also touch upon the complexities and challenges that arise when collaborating with others. The concept of longevity is mentioned, suggesting that the struggles and experiences encountered along the way contribute to personal growth and endurance.


The final verse delves into the singer's coveting of what others possess or achieve. Comparisons are made with notable figures, such as jazz musician Wayne Shorter and reality TV personality Mendecees. The lyrics highlight the desire to obtain what others have covered or guarded, similar to overflowing cupboards spilling gold medal dreams. It reflects the ambition to attain success and the pursuit of greatness. The mention of black ice symbolizes the dangers and risks involved in this journey, which may ultimately lead to self-reflection and introspection. The intrigue of a suicide door represents the allure of taking risks and pushing boundaries in the pursuit of success.


Line by Line Meaning

As I think of how to begin this, I already thought up the ending
When contemplating how to start a project, I already have a vision of its ultimate outcome.


And if the ending dictates the way the start of it's written
The final result can influence the way the beginning is crafted.


Then I'm really rewinding what isn't, get it?
I am essentially replaying events that haven't happened yet.


Swear it gets harder to get it but when you got it
Understanding becomes more challenging, but once achieved,


To get it again's more innocent, it's like product
The process of acquiring understanding becomes more pure and innocent, akin to obtaining a valuable product.


Concealing the end is in a sense how lights got us
The allure of the unknown future is what captivates and motivates us.


And sealing the win's where it begins, it's right by us
The journey to success starts with securing the victory, and it's within our reach.


Labeled it type bias, to be one in the same
Stereotyped as being biased due to belonging to the same group.


Or maybe they might buy us, to see one of us change
Perhaps they want to manipulate us into changing our authentic selves.


Or say that they might bye us, and leave us yet again
They could act like they support us, only to abandon us once more.


For a gain like pills on the banners of your screen
For personal benefit, similar to the advertisements appearing on your screen promoting pharmaceuticals.


Know to handle the regime is the handle on the lead
Being able to manage the system is crucial for maintaining control.


And the hands do extend 'til a hand is outta reach
People continue to stretch their influence until they are no longer within our reach.


And the reach be the limbs that'll balance out the means
The extent of our influence determines our ability to find equilibrium.


And the means to it all will get a ski mask involved
Unethical methods will be employed in the pursuit of our goals.


And you winning or you swimming in a flood of the maroon type
You're either achieving success or struggling in a pool of overwhelming circumstances.


Sheets by the dozen and you covered by a boom mic
Countless obstacles surround you, while you're constantly scrutinized.


Pardon, the most humble of an autograph
Apologies for the humble nature of my signature.


The threaded needles of desert eagles and honors raps
Combining the delicate artistry of lyrics with the power and respect earned through music.


The high of thinking you can find more
The euphoria of believing you can discover greater opportunities.


The balance of the script when a shooter signs off
Finding equilibrium within the story of a life affected by violence.


Ballerina fits like two inside four
Gracefully fitting into tight spaces, like two people in a compact car.


All for the intrigue of a suicide door
All for the fascination and allure of a car with suicide doors.


Saw the doors lifting up
Observed the upward movement of the car doors.


And then they never came down
But they never descended back down.


I mean they rode around the block with the doors lifted up
They drove around the neighborhood with the doors still raised.


Like they was flying off the ground
As if the car doors were about to soar into the sky.


And then they told us that they call those suicide doors
Subsequently, we were informed that those doors are known as suicide doors.


They said they call those suicide doors
That's the official name given to such doors.


The break lights was 100 dollar bill green
The brake lights emitted a vibrant green color resembling a hundred-dollar bill.


And we was green for a suicide door
We were inexperienced and naive when it came to the fascination surrounding suicide doors.


And as we take this to a further route
As we progress on this journey


The steps move like its word of mouth
Each step feels like a whispered rumor or piece of information passed along.


The steps move like if they was stepping with us when we further out
The progression feels like others are accompanying us as we venture into the unknown.


So step two becomes to work around
We need to find alternative methods to navigate through the challenges.


It gets lighter than a fly knit, tighter than a eye slit
The burden becomes less heavy, but the constraints become more severe.


Brighter than the writer you was bright enough to climb with
Even brighter than the talented individual you used to collaborate with.


Complimenting you while biggin' up me
Praising and uplifting both of us simultaneously.


Just brings us up to speed to the steps that we aligned with
This update brings us to the same level as the steps we agreed to follow.


Then it all ties in, tied up to keep down
Finally, everything connects, bound together to maintain control.


Or cover up your eyes when it flies like you Dee Brown
To shield your eyes when something surprising occurs, akin to basketball player Dee Brown covering his eyes during a dunk contest.


The complexities of rubbing arms next to me
The intricacies of collaborating with me closely.


It all adds to these bags of longevity
These experiences contribute to the accumulation of long-lasting success.


It's like, I'm Wayne Shorter with a ratchet fetish
I possess an unconventional love for weapons, similar to jazz musician Wayne Shorter.


Or, I'm Mendecees with a jazz collection
Similar to Mendecees, I have a passion for jazz music and a noteworthy collection.


In other words, I covet what they covered
Simply put, I desire what others may already possess or appreciate.


Like overflowing cupboards spilling gold medal dreams
Like cupboards filled to the brim, my aspirations for success are bursting forth.


And running to the cupboard like you're gold medal breed
Rushing towards success eagerly, like a prized champion.


Or bred, and fed how that gold medal steam
Raised and nourished with the mindset and determination of a champion.


Meanings all over, you can pick the one that suits you
There are various interpretations, so choose the one that resonates with you.


Depending the tie the accessory could lose you
The significance of your connection can influence how others perceive you.


See how we still twisting shit together?
Notice how we continue to weave these complex ideas together?


Black ice dangle from the mirror that reflects us
Ice-like danger hangs from the mirror that reflects our image.


Black ice tangled til the loop is tied off
Dangerous situations become increasingly complicated until they are resolved.


All for the intrigue of a suicide door
All for the allure and fascination surrounding a car with suicide doors.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Gregory Taylor

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