Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grayscale, artist - $uicideboy$. Album song Dark Side Of The Clouds, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: G*59
Song language: English
Grayscale |
I’m sinking to unknown levels |
The devil with no break pedal |
Stop all this murder mo-murder |
Drugs got me cocking the burner |
Run up in your house duct tape on your mouth |
Evil shit hitting licks never a drought |
Suicide Grey 59 future is now |
Lucifer in the flesh you’d hear the sound |
($ui-$ui-$uicide) |
Popping these pills and I’m popping these shells |
Oxy and Herron crushed up in a bill |
Feel like I’m watched by the eyes in the hill |
$carecrow the menace but $carecrow don’t panic |
I called on JGRXXN and they ready to kill |
Lil Uzi cocked and he ready to drill |
Smokin' out, locin' out in a DeVille |
Roaches swarm around me as I rise and levitate |
I be the snake of genesis leading the exodus to an unknown place |
And claim its safe uh |
Gathering sheep to the slaughter |
I show em the blade |
Let them pray to the father and sneak up behind them and open their veins |
The devil in wolf’s clothing |
Yung plague attends them demon masquerades |
But I ain’t mask my face |
I pass the blade and ask to trade their soul for cash and fame |
I scratch these names off of my list |
I trash the place and dip back to my pit of ash and bones and hibernate |
My sack of souls ain’t gon' escape |
Watch me hypnotize you niggas cause JGRXXN got that phonk |
I’m riding in a steamer with some bodies in the trunk |
Jug mane jug mane you not the jug mane |
False flagging niggas come and catch a blast man |
These scheme-icide niggas always burning up the trunk |
We runnin' down yo lane, I don’t pull up I always dunk |
I never gave a fuck about these niggas wanna play |
And if you with the shit, please believe we on the way |
Hustle the maniac |
Quick attack you can’t relax you can’t relax |
So on your back you even know I’d bust your ass |
Be like fuck the cash but need the cash |
Hustle passion for the love of bands |
I kill a man I rob a man I be feelin bad |
But damn if I tell you that |
You be lurkin in my business fast |
Like «The fuck boy how you doin that?» |
Before you know it I be at your neck |
Like the dead he vanish to a mist |
He see the noose that come up out the group |
In the trunk we let bodies sit |
Suicide the way we slittin wrists |
Roll the blunt then put it to my lips |
Torch a car just for the love of chips |
It’s Hustle |
G-G-G59 talking to the devil plot another 'nother crime |
Elevate above the clouds, looking for the sun |
When I fell from the heavens was losin' my mind |
Rip off my wings and I take off my halo |
I’m looking for God but didn’t find shit |
So I stuck with the devil I sold my soul quick |
I was fucking and then then I murdered my bitch |
Murder suicidal gripping the rifle hand on the bible |
Believe in false idols you living in dreams, but I’m stuck in reality thinking |
of schemes |
Loss in the darkness where I become heartless |
I creep through the night and I keep my blade sharp |
And I’m stuck in my wave |
'Cause I don’t give a fuck 'cause I’m throwing my elbows, I’m gettin' too buck |