"Parsed out on this rippity-dippity-rippity-dippity-rippity-dippity triplet flows
The $uicideboy$ formula is pretty obvious at this point
Whether it be because you've heard some of the duo's previous EPs
Or you're familiar with the
Classic Hip-Hop albums that the duo pretty much used as inspir—"
Swervin'
7th Ward, 7th Ward (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
7th Ward, 7th Ward swervin' white beams, wheels turnin'
Rose gold, chrome, maxin' on the reds, picture perfect, no
Destinationless, let's just wait and see where we end up
Burners all burnin' our V.O's on backwoods, they tightly tucked
Bitch look at me, she say, "Yuh, what the fuck?"
Hoe, I'm odd enough
I don't fuck with life forms on the planet, bitch, you outta luck
I got better shit to do like sip the lines up in my cup
I ain't sharin' pass that top
Waste my whole life frontin' dutch
"The flows on this thing generally are pretty tight
It seems almost as if there is a slightly larger focus
On hooks with this project, too, some of which really pop
Like on the track 'Nicotine Patches', One day I'll forget their name...!"
I be that rotten garbage crawling out the ditch
Stitches for a snitch
Bodies in the fridge
Blade scraping, grey aping
Banging on my fucking chest
Feel the static, problematic
Be my motherfucking guest
Yung Christ - masked up for a poltergeist
Feel like I'm stuck in the vice
Feel like I been paying my price
My wrists have been sliced
Now I'm scarred from the blade that's pressed against my skin
Lifeless and I'm stuck up in this shit
The walking mortal sin who's life will never end, fuck
"But simultaneously, there are spots on this album
Where the lyrics can come off a bit too edgy or try hard
Or basic, maybe even juvenile
Especially on the track 'Mr. Nice Guy'"
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
