I No Longer Fear The Razor Guarding My Heel Lyrics - Suicideboys

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 stomach 

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 

To 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 

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Grey9, bitch, I signed my life away 

Grey9, bitch, I signed my life away 

Grey9, bitch, I signed my life away 

Grey9, bitch, I signed my life away (always!) 

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 

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$uicide 

$uicide 

Grey9, bitch, I signed my life away 

Grey9, bitch, I signed my life away 

Grey9, bitch, I signed my life away 

Grey9, bitch, I signed my life away 

We are tired of this new world 

I don't want to be here 

$uicide, $uicide my end 

$uicide, $uicide my end 

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 

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 

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) 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

Created a other movement, created other music 

Still feel like I'm losing