$UICIDEBOY$ – I No Longer Fear The Razor Guarding My Heel IV lyrics

[Song 1]

[Verse 1: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Reaching to my pocket, then I grab a couple crumbled tonics
We look like some crumbled donnies
Blunted out, then fussing something
Paranoia turn my stomachache
H1 hummer rough and rugged
Desert camo truck to the front, insert my [?] seat adjusted
100 miles per hour, bitch, I've seen my custom
Till life in the fast lane nothing
And the motherfucking gas tank dumpin'
Ashes are laughin'
Fucking duckin' what comes from the Government
Peelin' out until the sunset
Eyes so low, look like a sunset

[Chorus: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away
Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away
Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away
Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away (always!)

[Verse 2: $LICK $LOTH]
Back on my bullshit
Now i have to pay a bet
Put my foot on the fuckin' brakes
Silent for life, [?] Yung Christ
All I got was a death wish and centerpiece of $uicide
Fuck this ego, fuck this rap
Easily execution
On my side
Homicide, homicide
But we used to all the time
We in the Benz off the benzos under pressure clinical
We in the Benz off the benzos under pressure clinical

[Outro: RUBY DA CHERRY]
$uicide
$uicide
Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away
Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away
Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away
Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away

[Interlude]
We are tired of this new world
I don't want to be here
$uicide, $uicide my end
$uicide, $uicide my end


[Song 2]

[Intro]
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son

[Verse 1: $LICK $LOTH]
Meet me by the moon (right)
Half past dusk (fuck that)
Back from the dust, Cut Throat
He loves them drugs and guns
Jump in the cut
Got about 20k and a gun (what?)
Got a bottle of Adderall, cigarette butts
Every day I'm sober
Do I look like I give a fuck? (No)
Every day up every night (what?)
Bloody knife serving them DA
Death will be right in front of ya', yeah (what?)
Still wouldn't recognize her (hold up)
Got a death list, that's some still gotta catch this motherfucking dick grave. Die bitch, die, bitch

[Bridge]
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
(yeah yeah, yeah yeah)

[Verse 2: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Ay, you ever had to dig your own grave?
Live your life with no name
Backwood full of dro mane, Okay
'96 Benz with that cocaine
[?] propane tank
[?] gas seeping all over the house [?]
Let that tank blow
So glad I stayed home
Someone called the cops on the payphone
Flames all around me, man I hope they fucking drown me
Crown made of ashes, only way they fucking found me
Forget about me, only way you might not feel so lousy
Forget about me, on my own head out with the price, the bounty

[Outro]
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son
You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son

[Song 3]

[Intro]
In New Orleans, there were many bizarre things I always saw growing up here, especially in the graveyards
And as a child, I spent a lot of time in the graveyards
And as an adult, I spent a lot of time in the graveyards
But as a child, it was a regular week-end thing to do
I always needed to know why...
Sometimes my why's got me in trouble

[Verse 1: RUBY DA CHERRY & $LICK $LOTH]
For my last trick, got 'em thinking I'm cut out for this rap shit
Ay, you wanna keep going, or..?
Nah, that's it
$uicide I'm fucking screamin' from the rooftop
The only thing I ever did was mentioning ever since $lick
Burn me a CD of Lil Wayne, that shit probly still in my boombox
But nowadays I keep walking to an establishment that selling myself on a fucking jukebox
If I wanted to cop a black countach
Rob that shit like 2 blocks and then smash in the back of a new cop car now I think I'm on a two

[Interlude]
-Yeah, just get a bunch of face tats, it's gonna be cool. SoundCloud that, SoundCloud that, SoundCloud that
-Make sure ya'll [?]
-Ay man, cut that shit off, man. It suck man, garbage, man. Sounds like a fucking generic 3-6, man
-Fuck the $uicideboy$
-Too dumb. Get the fuck outta here
-Change the station, they fucking wack
-They're way too fucking short. Get the fuck outta here

[Verse 2: $LICK $LOTH]
Yeah, still feel like I'm losing, ay
Me and kin still feel like we losing, ay
We still feel like we losing, ay
Losing, losing
I'm on the lean, yeah, the drank
I'm on them bars, blowing thing
I'm on a lot amphetamines
Got no time for sleep, lost in my thoughts
I don't know who a friend or who a enemy
Nurtured and disturbed, down from head to toe
Have feelings sometimes gotta let it go
Plenty of days, thought shit was over
Create a other movement, created other music
Still feel like I'm losing