(+) $UICIDEBOY$ - The Number You Have Dialed Is Not in Service (Lyric Video)
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
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
$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