GREY+GREY+GREY Lyrics – $uicideboy$

Read the full GREY+GREY+GREY lyrics by $uicideboy$ along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Uicideboy’s music, you can also explore Carried Away and Leviticus, two other songs by Uicideboy.

[Intro: Scrim]
(Players) (Don’t-don’t-don’t)
(Pla-players, players)
(It’s a smash)
(You did good, $lick)
Slicky The $loth, North
East Bloc
Ahh, you dig?

[Verse 1: Scrim]
You can take me out the North, but can’t take the North up outta me
Type of motherfu*ker that they used to give lobotomies
Neurologically, I’m too dead to give apologies
Made this s*it from nothing, b!tch, I piss on your astrology
Who the fu*k brought this ho and why she talking ’bout astrology?
(Yeah, oh, this ho must want me to tweak out)
Huh, talk to the dead, eyes rolling, tweaking up off that woo-woo
I got killers with no guns, they just fluent in voodoo
Masked up, paint their faces, turn your hood to Zulu
Akudia off that mudo, I semi that rah on sudo
I’m up at the shootout with a Prezzi, feel like Teddy Roosevelt
Swallowing pills, yeah, I been living like I can’t wait to go to Hell
Where the competition? Uh-huh, that’s what I thought, now listen
Just shoot, don’t care who I’m hitting
Fu*king right, I’m fu*ked up, probably as bad as our shipping
Just wanna see ’em bleed, disease the industry
They gon’ see the end before they see the end of me

[Interlude: Yung Plague]
Woah, hahahaha

[Verse 2: Yung Plague]
Hopping out the fu*king porch, I stepped into a crime scene
St. Bernard Boulevard, all the s*it I’ve seen, I need some Visine
Created a fu*king nightmare while pursuing all of my dreams
Hiding from the high beams, in the shadows lacking glycine
Trapping out the shotgun, paranoia’s not fun

Pace around my house at night strapped, I’m ready for problems
Oh, you got one? ain’t never seen you step up
Caught you sobbing till the snot runs, oh no, b!tch, I am not done
Gators lurking, caught one of them, though and made a Birkin
Haters smirking, caught one of them hoes and later flames were burning
I hook ’em like I’m made of verses, plague returning curses
To the wicked ones who slayed the virgins, I make mistakes on purpose
Uh, ten years and running
Uh, ten years and gunning
Grind 59 ’til their faces turn grey
Black and white lights hypnotize the hive mind into slaves

[Outro]
Fu*king with that straight *59, should know that you gon’ die with me
Die with me, die with me, know that you gon’ die with me
Fu*king with that straight *59, should know that you gon’ die with me
Die with me, die with me, know that you gon’ die with me
Fu*king with that straight *59, should know that you gon’ die with me
Die with me, die with me, know that you gon’ die with me