Full of Grace (I Refuse to Tend My Own Grave) Lyrics – $uicideboy$

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[Intro]
(You did good, Slick)
(It’s a Smash)
You’ll end up breaking my heart

[Chorus: Ruby da Cherry]
Lately I been empty as my grave
Heart heavy as stone right above it with my name
Just too many things that don’t make sense
You tryna be happy or you tryna be right, huh?
I’m tryna be high and I just might
[Verse 1: Ruby da Cherry]
I used to get so fu*ked up, I was tryna make my whole heart numb
I was a gone pecan, my girl look at me like I’m fu*king nuts
Can’t believe I wasted so many of my days
Wishing my life was something that could be remade
Lying in the middle of a fine line between life and death
Lying to my people, promising that I’ll always try my best
To break the thermometer, I got first planet problems
Pluto boy, the forgotten one, the prodigal son, I’ma walk on the sun
Like maybe one day I’ll be perfect in every way and then I’ll feel okay
But every day passes by, I keep on waiting and waiting and wasting away
Gave up my whole life to suicide, now I’m just biding my time till the grave
I’m grateful that people say me and Scrim saved the day, or at least that’s what they claim
I can break a hundred for ya, but nothing else has changed
Chained to my own name, the key was never fame
What is my purpose? Was all this on purpose?
Ruby can’t be saved, but Oddy Nuff, he deserves it

[Chorus: $crim]
Lately I been empty as my grave
Heart heavy as stone right above it with my name
Just too many things that don’t make sense
You tryna be happy or you tryna be right? Fu*k
I’m tryna be high, you can tell by the Sprite

[Verse 2: $crim]
Yeah, smoking up on the job, I’m twisting ‘za until my fingers hurt
Thought I was praying in church, but nah, I’m nodding off a couple Perc’s
TRX all black like it can’t wait to be a fu*king hearse
I been looking my best, but inside, fu*k, I never felt more worse
Stealing my granny pills, she’s going through withdrawals and don’t even know it
Tell everybody I’m good, but they like, “Huh, you don’t speak or show it”
Looking my face in the mirror to see where I can tat, I don’t give a fu*k
Couple psych meds going through my guts, kick a b!tch out, fu*king with my buzz
Yeah, spraying that Gucci on me help to cover my rottenness
Went from flexing money to stacking my chips anonymous
Been ducking death and taxes, I ain’t really got time to b!tch
Tryna stop my shine, but no, they never could find the switch
I pull up and shoot this b!tch from anywhere like Stojakovic
Pouring up lean, reading 3:16 in the book of John
Paranoid, buying up ammo, stacking it in the garage
Throw the threes up, miss the four, just to go 5/9