Reach into my pocket, then I grab a couple crumbled hunnids We look like some crumbled hunnids Blunted out, then fuzz is something Paranoia, turn my stomach, H1 Hummer, rough and rugged Desert camo truck to the front, shirt unbuttoned, seat adjusted One hundred miles per hour, bitch, I seem accustomed 'Til life in the fast lane nothing And the motherfucking gas tank dumpin' ashes and laughin' Fucking duckin' what comes from the government Peelin' out until the sunset, eyes so low, look like a sunset Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey59, 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, he came Yung Christ All I got was a deathwish and centrepiece 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 our depression clinical (right) You hear me? We in the Benz, off the benzos our depression clinical, clinical, clinical $uicide $uicide $uicide Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away (always) 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 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) 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 adds up Do I look like I give a fuck? (no) Every day of every month (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 somethin' still gotta catch this Plus, suck the dick quick, 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 Ay, you ever had to dig your own grave? Live your life with no name? Backwood full of romaine Okay '96 Benz with the cocaine paint, hoe High until my death, I got a propane tank low Gas seeping all over the house until my say-so Light the fucking match, 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 still spend a lot of time in the graveyards But as a child, it was a regular weekend thing to do I always needed to know why Uhm, 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 worth mentioning ever since $lick Burn me a CD of Lil Wayne, that shit probably 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 two 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 (man, fuck you) (Souncloud this, Soundcloud that) (Why you acting like such a bitch?) (Hey man, cut that shit off) (Hey man, you boys suck man, garbage, man) (Fuck the $uicideboy$) (You sound like a fucking generic Three 6, man) (I don't even got the hair growing in anyways, man) (Get the fuck out of here, shitty-ass music) (fuck you, little dumb bitch) (Change the station, you're fucking wack) (little whore) (Little whore) (you'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 Ay, we still feel like we losing, ay, losing, losing I'm on the lean, yeah, that 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
This kind of shit. Its this kind of shit that KEEPS me alive. The fucking chills and emotions that just fucking flow from my body. I hope you you know that you prevented a suicide today. All because of this.. Thank ruby and scrim and thank you for making content like this.. I dont give a Fuck how ridiculous it sounds.
2:46 This shit is amazing
jesus you right
This is just perfect to listen when high
same been repeating it for like three days now whenever I smoke, espescially the last song
Im crossed asf - my 18th is tmr
@@lemons7670 happy late birthday
@@lemons7670happy late birthday x2 i hope you get a lot of weed in life
stormy nights + joints + suicideboys = heaven
That guitar solo 😭
YOU CAN FEEL THE BULLETS FROM MY STEEL SON
i was too afraid to ask you to slow these
thank you so much
we love you
@McFlickers my mum
Bro it ain't that deep 💀
@@alexrdz50 you're shallow
why did this make me cringe
I got so many memories tied to this it turns my stomach.
0:01 2:45 3:47 7:19
$UICIDE ,$UICIDE, MY END
2:46 is hell of a vibe
you are a legend man
bro u got no idea how greatful I am for this, the last song just begged for a slowed version. you made my day w/ this, keep making beautiful content
First song was always my favorite, up until i heard the last version slowed ... i’m just like goddamn ...
Hell yea ♠️
2:45 just enjoy :)
I can’t stop playing this
This ONLY hits harder over time.
2:45 love it
9:21 just my empty soul getting filled with emotions and love through a microphone. thank you scrim and ruby. and also you ANY!
GREY 59* I signed my life away.
fucking amazing,, the boys are the only things keeping me alive at this point 💔
Never alone
I've been waiting for this
This the OG right here good shit
We are tired of this new world I don't want to be here suicide my end
Still listening to this masterpiece
i am so glad you did another one. visuals still classic :) thank you nem
yoo
Thank you for making this edit
thank you so much for this. this might sound cheesy, but this might have changed my life. lmao love you man 😂❤️🖤
YOU. CAN. FEEL. THE. BULLETS. FROM. MY STEEL. SON!
u a blessing 💗💗
I can't believe I finally found it
Reach into my pocket, then I grab a couple crumbled hunnids
We look like some crumbled hunnids
Blunted out, then fuzz is something
Paranoia, turn my stomach, H1 Hummer, rough and rugged
Desert camo truck to the front, shirt unbuttoned, seat adjusted
One hundred miles per hour, bitch, I seem accustomed
'Til life in the fast lane nothing
And the motherfucking gas tank dumpin' ashes and laughin'
Fucking duckin' what comes from the government
Peelin' out until the sunset, eyes so low, look like a sunset
Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away
Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away
Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away
Grey59, 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, he came Yung Christ
All I got was a deathwish and centrepiece 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 our depression clinical (right)
You hear me?
We in the Benz, off the benzos our depression clinical, clinical, clinical
$uicide
$uicide
$uicide
Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away
Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away
Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away
Grey59, bitch, I signed my life away (always)
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
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)
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 adds up
Do I look like I give a fuck? (no)
Every day of every month (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 somethin' still gotta catch this
Plus, suck the dick quick, 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
Ay, you ever had to dig your own grave?
Live your life with no name? Backwood full of romaine
Okay '96 Benz with the cocaine paint, hoe
High until my death, I got a propane tank low
Gas seeping all over the house until my say-so
Light the fucking match, 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 still spend a lot of time in the graveyards
But as a child, it was a regular weekend thing to do
I always needed to know why
Uhm, 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 worth mentioning ever since $lick
Burn me a CD of Lil Wayne, that shit probably 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 two 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 (man, fuck you) (Souncloud this, Soundcloud that)
(Why you acting like such a bitch?) (Hey man, cut that shit off)
(Hey man, you boys suck man, garbage, man) (Fuck the $uicideboy$)
(You sound like a fucking generic Three 6, man)
(I don't even got the hair growing in anyways, man)
(Get the fuck out of here, shitty-ass music) (fuck you, little dumb bitch)
(Change the station, you're fucking wack) (little whore)
(Little whore) (you'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
Ay, we still feel like we losing, ay, losing, losing
I'm on the lean, yeah, that 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
thank you
One of the most most relaxing beats in history, thanks $u$ and ANY
thank you brother
Bruh ANY ALWAYS coming through
this is amazing
Great job bro shit kills. Canr wait for you to do more of the vids like omen... shits off the lip man! 🤘💣
after ages of searching for it I have found it
This kind of shit. Its this kind of shit that KEEPS me alive. The fucking chills and emotions that just fucking flow from my body. I hope you you know that you prevented a suicide today. All because of this..
Thank ruby and scrim and thank you for making content like this..
I dont give a Fuck how ridiculous it sounds.
MERCI NEM MON POTE
amazing
2:45
7:29
“ayy, you wanna keep goin’, or?”
“nah, that’s it ...”
Bruuh ❤❤❤❤❤
So good Mane 😎🙏🏽🤠
we in the benz off the benzos our depression clinical
good! nice!
GREY 59 I SIGNED MY LIFE AWAY
None of these will live up to the first version of this song, as far as the beat, number one was easily the best
TheMW2informer cmon man this song is still good tho.
Whoop whoop...screw head til i die....
Still Feel Like I'm Losing
🔥🔥🔥
MERCI ANY
Thanks to all the bois
12.2.19 - the rest of my life
🖤
AYE YOU EVER HAD TO DIG YOUR OWN GRAVE?
Still feel im losing
G59 till I die.💀🕇#FTP🕇
👌
7:20
Who tha Fuuuuuuuuuuck left a 👎?
not a single soul bro
4:13
Yuh
gray*59 bitch i signed my life away ...
Sound like a generic three six, man..
What Icarus said
he was afraid now he is good
its not a guitar homie its called bouzouki
rlly?
.
I dont want be here
We need u
Now the woman talking about graveyards sounds like a dude lol
Now she sound like scrim💀