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