Royal
SuicideBoy Lyrics
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Ice water in my cold cup just
To keep my cup cold babys all good
Grey rag 'round my face
Platinum switchblade clipped on my hip
Gold gun on my fucking waist
Crucify me on the street light, ho
I'm a fucking psycho like a
Blown up!
Kill for the Seventh, die for gray
Fuck these bitches
Then I disappear and fade away
The only way I'm stickin' 'round
Is for the petty cash movin' fast
Smokin' gawdy with a touch of hash
Bust his ass
If you comin' lookin' for the drama
Up the llama
Got more bottles than a baby mama
Young Stevie Wonder with the thunder
On my trigger finger
I swear this ditch smell a
Dead bodies always linger
Come get your issue, ho
The lyrics to SuicideBoy's song "Royal" convey a sense of darkness and violence within the context of the artist's environment and mindset. The artist describes chilling in their neighborhood, emphasizing the coldness by mentioning ice water in their cup and the need to keep it cold. They further establish their identity with references to a grey rag around their face, a platinum switchblade, and a gold gun on their waist, suggesting a dangerous and unpredictable persona.
The lyrics also touch on themes of self-destructiveness and detachment. The artist expresses a willingness to kill and die, indicating a lack of concern for their own life and a dangerous loyalty to their crew. They dismiss relationships with women, choosing instead to disappear and fade away, suggesting a detachment from emotional connections. The only reason they are willing to stick around is for superficial gains, such as money and substances.
The artist's violent tendencies are further emphasized as they describe themselves as a psycho and compare themselves to a psychic with a microphone, implying a belief in their ability to predict and influence their surroundings. The lyrics also touch on the constant presence of death, with references to dead bodies lingering and an invitation for someone to come and confront them, indicating a readiness for conflict.
Overall, the lyrics to "Royal" paint a picture of a dangerous and detached individual, navigating a dark and violent world.
Line by Line Meaning
Chilling in my hood
Relaxing in my neighborhood
Ice water in my cold cup just
Keeping my drink cool with ice water
To keep my cup cold babys all good
Ensuring my drink stays cold, everything is fine
Grey rag 'round my face
Wearing a grey bandana over my face
Platinum switchblade clipped on my hip
Having a platinum switchblade attached to my hip
Gold gun on my fucking waist
Carrying a gold gun on my waist
Crucify me on the street light, ho
Treat me harshly, criticize me openly
I'm a fucking psycho like a
I'm crazy, mentally unstable like a
Psychic with this motherfuckin' mic
Intuitive and powerful with my microphone
Blown up!
Exploded! Became successful!
Kill for the Seventh, die for gray
Willing to kill for my group, willing to die for a neutral stance
Fuck these bitches
I don't care about these women
Then I disappear and fade away
Afterwards, I vanish and cease to exist
The only way I'm stickin' 'round
The only reason I'm staying
Is for the petty cash movin' fast
Is for the small amount of money that comes quickly
Smokin' gawdy with a touch of hash
Smoking flashy and luxurious drugs mixed with hashish
Bust his ass
Take revenge, physically harm someone
If you comin' lookin' for the drama
If you approach seeking conflict
Up the llama
Raise the gun and shoot
Got more bottles than a baby mama
Have more bottles than a woman with multiple children
Young Stevie Wonder with the thunder
Young and talented like Stevie Wonder, with a powerful presence
On my trigger finger
Ready to pull the trigger
I swear this ditch smell a
I promise this place smells like
Dead bodies always linger
Dead bodies always remain present
Come get your issue, ho
Come and face your problem, person
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@garzzum
[Verse 1: Ruby da Cherry]
Chilling in my hood
Ice water in my cold cup just to keep my cup cold
Babys all good
Grey rag 'round my face, platinum switchblade clipped on my hip
Gold gun on my fucking waist
Crucify me on the street light hoe
I'm a fucking psycho like a psychic with this motherfuckin' mic
Blown up!
[Verse 2: $crim]
Kill for the Seventh, die for gray
Fuck these bitches then I disappear and fade away
The only way I'm stickin' 'round is for the petty cash
Movin' fast, smokin' gawdy with a touch of hash
Bust his ass
If you comin' lookin' for the drama
Up the llama, got more bottles than a baby mama
Young Stevie Wonder with the thunder on my trigger finger
I swear this ditch smell a dead body always linger
Come get your issue, hoe
@heartsofcarnage
Scrim can sample anything and make it dark and lit
@tsunami_music
It was already dark as fuck. This sample is from Rosemary’s Baby
@devilfm8490
Yea it’s sampled from a horror movie lmao
@dr8w
Royal is underrated and it's my favorite $UICIDEBOY$ song
@tygerstyle2k13
'Memoirs of a Gorilla' goes harder than anything I have ever heard in my life
@kristianbonis7332
+tygerstyle2k14 RUBY LEVELED UUUUUUUUUUPPPP!
@OnlyTheFinestPizza
speaking of ruby leveling up go watch the the getter vlog with suicide boys in it. ruby levels up.
@kristianbonis7332
I watched it yesterday and almost threw up
@izrealquintana1903
My new favorite. Used to be "Fold"
@casperrrrrrrr
"got more bottles than a baby momma"