$crim - I NO LONGER FEAR THE RAZOR GUARING MY HEEL (III) lyrics

VERSE I: $LICK $LOTH Still depressed Still misunderstood Still popping pills, popping seals, smoking backwoods Still smoke a swisher if you got it with you Everybody won't me sober, but i'm not a quitter I say the less you know the better That west bank fire setter $uicide dream team It's that codeine fiend Hell bound is what i'm deemed Surrounded by crime scenes Only peace that i know is sleep or be deceased I can't call it anymore Get more depressed when i'm on tour Wake up in the middle of a war Wake up wishing that i was a f**ing corpse, f**... VERSE II: RUBY DA CHERRY Yeah, now if we got a problem, then we got a problem I don't give a f** I can't even see that far at the bottom My cousin toxic, and i'm rotten This ain't an option I was opting out responsibility Turn a new leave and get it poppin Pull up on their f**ing a** All they do is f**ing ask "can i flash you with the gas?" And so i pull up on their a** then i ask "want to catch the gat's blast?" It's always back to back $uicide used to calm my depression, used to call it my progression, used to make me less upset and $uicide now causes all my depression VERSE I: LIL NO FLASH Sold out shows, but i don't believe in souls So i doubt these shows are going to leave me feeling whole A couple blunts i blow and now i'm idolized, a role model That'll get 'em to get me to model clothes I'd rather snort up roxy's until that dope battle rattles Nope, i'm not about to tackle yet another problem I'll have to put this one at the bottom I feel like f**ing sodom and gomorrah, but life is sweet Another black petal falling down right at my f**ing feet Another flower rotten, a bouquet of efforts Sour scents are haunting my defeat Sold out funeral no live nation fee Captivate 100,000 people Still me and the reaper me 100,000 want to meet me I hope they'll let me be VERSE II: LIL HALF CUT I'm able to paint a picture most people can't even see Basquiat mixed with Monet when that heron in me Self-critic thats speaking in cryptic Defying the laws of physics Let me be specific Sadistic, mr. pessimistic Slickity sloth the motherf**er they call the anti-christ Used to dream of fans chanting, screaming that "$uicide!" Now i get on Instagram and they're posting my personal life I promise it's not what it seems Climb up just to fall down a stream Drag me to the river The richer i get, the worse my liver gets No strippers on my zipper Still in my room Keep it dark as i can Remember scraping up change just for cigarettes Immortalized $uicide No they won't forget VERSE I: LIL REMAINS Yeah playa Yeah playa All my teeth gold Damn playa Damn playa I still can't sleep though Yeah playa Yeah playa I be that sheep eater Wolf creeper but disuised as the grim reaper Sad playa Sad playa I be that sad playa Damn playa Damn playa Thought you was money making? Yeah playa Yeah playa Don't change that i'm forsaken Grey playa Third razor Laugh at you b**hes hating Yeah playa Yeah playa My pupils dilating Dope shot up in my veins I'm feeling nauseated Law breaker Law breaker I'm trying to feel alive Make sure my teeth gold when i'm filled up with formaldehyde $uicide VERSE II: PAPA PINE Used to be called a bunch of things before they called me snow leopard I froze up and shivered off the shards of cold weather with no effort Leather belt around my throat feels so better than the rope i had before The results are the same, but now i'm comfy when i go I got hoes that burn their wrist with the blunt they rolled for me And now i'm always stoned Always home alone In the back of the benz, i got my squad i know But, i only see them on the road, and the rest i know just want to use you Always want to used you Snakes in my face, yeah, i think i'm medusa Polo pajamas with the pockets ripped The red, white and blue ones That's why i'm always losing money, but don't let that confuse you because now i got a mouth full of gold, but baby i'm still a loser