I NO LONGER FEAR THE RAZOR GUARDING MY HEEL
Suicideboys Lyrics

Reach into my pocket, then I grab a couple crumbled hunnids
I reach into my pocket and find some crumpled money, symbolizing the financial struggles or instability I face.

We look like some crumbled hunnids
Our appearance reflects the state of our financial situation; we look disheveled or worn out.

Blunted out, then fuzz is something
Being high or intoxicated helps us escape the negative emotions and thoughts we experience.

Paranoia, turn my stomach, H1 Hummer, rough and rugged
Feelings of paranoia make me feel nauseous, while comparing my inner turmoil to a strong and robust H1 Hummer vehicle.

Desert camo truck to the front, shirt unbuttoned, seat adjusted
I confidently take control of my life, as represented by a desert camo truck, adjusting the seat to fit my comfort and unbuttoning my shirt displaying a carefree attitude.

One hundred miles per hour, bitch, I seem accustomed
I engage in reckless behavior, such as driving at high speeds, without fear or hesitation since it has become a familiar and habitual part of my life.

'Til life in the fast lane nothing
Living life recklessly and impulsively has desensitized me to the dangers and consequences, making it feel like a mundane existence.

And the motherfucking gas tank dumpin' ashes and laughin'
My self-destructive behavior leads to a constant drain on my resources, symbolized by a gas tank leaking and burning, while I find amusement in the chaos.

Fucking duckin' what comes from the government
I navigate and evade the oppressive forces of the government that may bring restrictions, surveillance, or negative consequences to my life.

Peelin' out until the sunset, eyes so low, look like a sunset
I speed away from my problems, escaping into the sunset with bloodshot eyes, reflecting the toll my lifestyle has taken on me.

Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away
Being associated with Gray59, I feel like I have willingly surrendered control over my life, perhaps due to the choices and actions I've taken.

Back on my bullshit
I've returned to engaging in my reckless and destructive behavior.

Now I have to pay a bet
I am faced with the consequences of my actions and must now face the debts that I owe.

Put my foot on the fuckin' brakes
I attempt to regain control and slow down the negative aspects of my life.

Silent for life, he came Yung Christ
I adopt a silent and introspective demeanor, similar to the mysterious figure of Yung Christ, who represents a spiritual and transformative presence.

All I got was a deathwish and centrepiece of $uicide
My only desires or aspirations revolve around self-destructive tendencies and the central theme of suicide.

Fuck this ego, fuck this rap
I reject and detest the egotistical nature of the rap industry, expressing disillusionment with the genre.

Easily execution, on my side
I find comfort in the idea of easily carrying out my own self-destruction, as if death is a solution to my problems.

Homicide, homicide but we used to all the time
The concept of death and murder has become normalized in our lives, suggesting a desensitization to violence and death.

We in the Benz, off the benzos our depression clinical (right)
We escape our depression and emotions by consuming benzodiazepines, leading to a state of clinical numbness or detachment.

You hear me?
Do you understand what I'm trying to convey?

We in the Benz, off the benzos our depression clinical, clinical, clinical
The repetition emphasizes the depth of our depression and the reliance on benzos, highlighting the clinical nature of our emotional state.

Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away (always)
Once again, I feel like I have given up control over my life by associating with Gray59, possibly due to the consequences of my decisions.

We are tired of this new world
We are exhausted and disillusioned with the current state of the world.

I don't want to be here
I no longer desire to exist or be present in this world.

$uicide, $uicide, my end
Death through suicide is the ultimate, desired outcome for me.

You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
I am on the verge of unleashing my aggression and violence, metaphorically represented by the bullets from my gun.

Meet me by the moon (right)
Join me in seeking solace and escape from the harsh realities of life by coming to a peaceful and distant place, symbolized by the moon.

Half past dusk (fuck that)
I reject the traditional notion of time, suggesting a disregard for rules or conventions.

Back from the dust, Cut Throat
Emerging from the difficulties and hardships of life, I embrace a ruthless and aggressive persona, known as Cut Throat.

He loves them drugs and guns
Cut Throat has an affinity for illicit substances and firearms, representing his dangerous and reckless nature.

Jump in the cut, got about 20k and a gun (what?)
Taking a risk, I enter a dangerous situation armed with both money and a weapon, ready to confront whatever obstacles come my way.

Got a bottle of Adderall, cigarette butts, every day adds up
I rely on stimulant drugs like Adderall to cope with my daily struggles, finding comfort in temporary distractions like smoking cigarettes.

Do I look like I give a fuck? (no)
I present an apathetic and careless demeanor, showing a lack of concern or interest in the opinions or judgments of others.

Every day of every month (what?)
The repetition highlights the consistent and monotonous nature of my struggles, suggesting they occur without respite or change.

Bloody knife serving them DA
I metaphorically attack and harm those who oppose me or stand in my way, represented by a bloody knife symbolizing violence.

Death will be right in front of ya', yeah (what?)
I anticipate and embrace the idea of death, suggesting that it will eventually confront and claim the lives of us all.

Still wouldn't recognize her (hold up)
Even in the face of death, I remain unyielding and unrecognizable, refusing to conform or accept the fate that awaits me.

Got a death list
I possess a list of individuals or enemies who I wish to harm or see meet their demise.

That's somethin' still gotta catch this
I remain determined to fulfill my desire for vengeance or retribution; no one is safe from my wrath.

Plus, suck the dick quick, die bitch, die, bitch
Expressing violent and degrading language, I disregard the value of human life and inflict harm on others in a callous manner.

Ay, you ever had to dig your own grave?
Have you ever experienced a situation where you are responsible for your own downfall or destruction?

Live your life with no name? Backwood full of romaine
Living a life without recognition or identity, symbolized by having no name, while consuming substances like marijuana wrapped in a backwood cigar filled with romaine lettuce.

Okay '96 Benz with the cocaine paint, hoe
I possess a 1996 Mercedes-Benz car with a paint job that resembles the appearance or color of cocaine, demonstrating a lavish and extravagant lifestyle.

High until my death, I got a propane tank low
I remain under the influence of drugs or intoxication until my eventual demise, with my desire for escape represented by a propane tank running low on fuel.

Gas seeping all over the house until my say-so
My destructive behavior and influence spread like gas, slowly permeating and consuming every aspect of my life until I give the signal or consent.

Light the fucking match, let that tank blow
I metaphorically ignite the explosion, welcoming the chaos and destruction as I let the tank of my life combust.

So glad I stayed home
I express relief or gratitude for not engaging in potentially harmful or dangerous activities, suggesting that staying home saved me from certain harm or negativity.

Someone called the cops on the payphone
An anonymous person reports my illicit activities or behavior to the authorities, causing potential trouble or consequences for me.

Flames all around me, man I hope they fucking drown me
Surrounded by flames and chaos, I yearn for the engulfing destruction to consume me and put an end to my suffering.

Crown made of ashes, only way they fucking found me
In my state of ruin and despair, the only thing that distinguishes me is a crown made of ashes, symbolizing my insignificance and ultimate demise.

Forget about me, only way you might not feel so lousy
I suggest that others should forget about me entirely, as it may provide some relief or respite from their own emotional burdens or negative feelings.

Forget about me, on my own head out with the price, the bounty
I am fully accepting the consequences and burdens that come with my own existence, and I intend to face them alone, as if I represent a valuable target with a monetary reward.

In New Orleans, there were many bizarre things I always saw
Growing up in New Orleans, I witnessed numerous strange or abnormal occurrences, contributing to my disenchantment with the world.

Growing up here, especially in the graveyards
Living in this city, particularly spending time in the graveyards, influenced my perspective and shaped my outlook on life.

And as a child, I spent a lot of time in the graveyards
During my childhood, I frequently visited graveyards, which had a significant impact on my understanding of mortality and the fragility of life.

And as an adult, I still spend a lot of time in the graveyards
Even in my adulthood, I find solace or a sense of belonging in graveyards, continuously contemplating the inevitability of death.

But as a child, it was a regular weekend thing to do
Visiting graveyards during weekends was a common and recurring activity for me as a child, indicating that death and mortality were always present in my life.

I always needed to know why
An insatiable curiosity and desire for understanding always drove me to seek answers and question the meaning of life and death.

Uhm, sometimes my why's got me in trouble
However, my relentless pursuit of answers often led me into problematic or difficult situations.

For my last trick, got 'em thinking I'm cut out for this rap shit
As a final act or performance, I convince others that I am well-suited or skilled in the world of rap music, deceiving them with my abilities.

The only thing I ever did worth mentioning ever since $lick
My only notable accomplishment or source of recognition is associated with $lick, referring to a past event or action that brought attention to me.

Burn me a CD of Lil Wayne, that shit probably still in my boombox
Someone made a CD compilation of Lil Wayne's music for me, and I still have it in my boombox as a sentimental reminder or relic of the past.

But nowadays I keep walking to an establishment that selling myself on a fucking jukebox
In the present, I struggle to find success or recognition as an artist, resorting to self-promotion by frequenting venues where my music is played on the jukebox.

If I wanted to cop a black Countach
If I desired to acquire a black Lamborghini Countach, a luxury sports car, known for its extravagant and fast-paced image.

Rob that shit like two blocks
I would boldly and swiftly steal or rob the car, demonstrating a disregard for the law or consequences.

And then smash in the back of a new cop car now I think I'm on a two
After stealing the car, I would intentionally crash into the back of a police vehicle, believing it would elevate my status or make me feel accomplished.

Yeah, just get a bunch of face tats
As a means of rebellion or self-expression, I would heavily tattoo my face, disregarding societal norms or expectations.

It's gonna be cool (man, fuck you) (Soundcloud this, Soundcloud that)
I express defiance towards someone who disagrees with or criticizes my choices, sarcastically dismissing their opinions while referencing the popularity of Soundcloud as a platform for underground music.

(Why you acting like such a bitch?) (Hey man, cut that shit off)
I address someone who is acting cowardly or weak, demanding that their negative comments or criticisms be silenced or ignored.

(Hey man, you boys suck man, garbage, man) (Fuck the $uicideboy$)
I respond to detractors who claim that my music is of poor quality or value, expressing defiance and disdain towards them while dismissing the opinions of those who dislike the Suicideboys.

(You sound like a fucking generic Three 6, man)
I sarcastically acknowledge that my music may sound similar to that of the legendary group Three 6 Mafia, mocking the criticism by implying it lacks originality.

(I don't even got the hair growing in anyways, man)
I dismiss any negative comments, suggesting that they hold no weight or significance since I lack hair growth or pubescent characteristics.

(Get the fuck out of here, shitty-ass music) (fuck you, little dumb bitch)
Amidst insults and aggressive exchanges, I confront someone who disapproves of my music, returning their negativity with defiance and hostility.

(Change the station, you're fucking wack) (little whore)
I respond to someone who finds my music unappealing or distasteful, suggesting they switch radio stations and insultingly labeling them as a promiscuous individual.

(Little whore) (you're way too fucking short, get the fuck outta here)
Using derogatory language, I insult someone's physical stature, demanding that they leave my presence or music.

Yeah, still feel like I'm losing, ay
Despite everything, I still experience a sense of defeat or failure, suggesting that I haven't found fulfillment or happiness in my endeavors.

Me and kin still feel like we losing, ay
Both me and my family or close companions share this sentiment of feeling like we're constantly losing or falling behind in life.

Ay, we still feel like we losing, ay, losing, losing
The repetition emphasizes the persistent feeling of defeat or inadequacy that we can't seem to escape, highlighting our ongoing struggle and dissatisfaction.

I'm on the lean, yeah, that drank
I consume codeine cough syrup or 'lean,' which contains promethazine and codeine, contributing to my state of intoxication or euphoria.

I'm on them bars, blowing thing
I ingest benzodiazepine medications, commonly referred to as 'bars,' to induce a state of relaxation or sedation.

I'm on a lot, amphetamines, got no time for sleep
I consume amphetamine drugs, like Adderall, which provide me with energy and keep me awake, suggesting that sleep is not a priority or concern for me.

Lost in my thoughts, I don't know who a friend or who a enemy
I become consumed or preoccupied with my own thoughts, making it difficult to distinguish between those who are truly friends or enemies in my life.

Nurtured and disturbed, down from head to toe
I possess a disturbed or troubled psyche, susceptible to external influences, infiltrating every aspect of my being.

Have feelings sometimes gotta let it go
Occasionally, I experience emotions or sentiments that I must release or detach from, acknowledging the need to let go of certain thoughts or feelings.

Plenty of days, thought shit was over
There have been numerous occasions where I believed my life or situation was coming to an end or reaching a breaking point.

Create a other movement, created other music
In response to these difficult times, I strive to create a fresh or alternative movement or genre, reflected in my music.

Still feel like I'm losing
Despite my efforts or endeavors, I continue to experience a sense of defeat or dissatisfaction.