$uicideboy$ - COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS [Clean - Lyrics]

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$uicideboy$ - COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS [Clean - Lyrics]

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Lyrics:

Intro (Scrim) | 0:00
Lord have mercy (You did good, Slick)
(It's a smash) If a p**** want a—, hold up
Ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Verse 1 (Scrim) | 0:13
If a p**** want a problem, I can help him solve it
For f***boys I'm a headache, but for b****** I'm a target
Extra chrome, retarded, should've been aborted
D*** out like I'm Calvin 'cause I piss on them regardless
Two-two Percs, I just started, four Percs feelin' gorgeous
Five through nine, all for the gang and still ain't feelin' nauseous
Twenty Percs I'm talkin', the demons 'round me barkin'
Only got an hour 'fore I'm right back to withdrawin'
Catch a opp out joggin' and send 'em on a skywalk
Streets ain't for everyone, that's why they made the sidewalk
I-I don’t really like to speak, so I just let the ice talk
Sippin' on generic sprite, but you know the pint Wock'
Bad b**** with a tight t*** on my w*** like Pine-Sol
Ridin' on some Forgiato's in a f***** write-off
What the f**** a night off? Haters havin' type-offs
Someone check these p****** and make sure they get they Midol
Who they said they with? Uh-uh, b****, we never heard of you
Think you got the Percs, but it's Naproxen that I'm servin' you
I-I-10 in a foreign coupe, probably screamin' "F*** the blue"
They askin' what do we do and I'm like, "Well, what didn't we?"
F*** all that civility, psycho s*** is still in me
Demons steady temptin' me, I'm ready Second Timothy
Three up like the trinity, anti-social tendencies
I-I can't f*** with h*** that be f***** up my energy, let me repeat
They ain't seein' me, I been steppin' on 'em, it's the G in me
Got me twistin' fingers, reppin' on 'em, keep a TEC up on 'em
Die for my respect at any moment, bet my life up on it
Now I'm flexin' all on my opponents
B**** with daddy issues love to call me papa
Tatted 7.62, fell in love with choppers
Grey*59 the mafia, they some deal coppers
Should've went to church, but I'm with the pill poppers (Yo, what?)

Bridge (Lyrical Dope) | 1:56
Killer, killer, killer, killer, killer, killer

Verse 2 (Ruby Da Cherry) | 2:01
It was always gonna be suicide the backup plan
(Wait, wait, wait, woah, hold up, who the f***? F***)
Who the f*** you think all these labels shadowbanned?
Oh wait, what he mean? Decade old industry, Taliban
Loose change at my feet, I'll take the stage no backup band
Noose hangs in defeat and I'm still the same, can't cap the brand
Desert Camo Jeep, just to pick up smack from Pakistan
Lurkin' in the deep, big ol' teeth, swim as fast as you can
Blacked out in Japan, snort a Xan' mixed with Zatarain's
Switched up, Jackie Chan, I'm the man across the land
You don't understand, you don't really get it
I'm busy stackin' plans, b****, I do not check the Reddit, uh
I don't give a f***, tatted "Don't care" on my knuckles
I was once a young buck always gettin' into trouble
Then I made my dream the point and I popped the thought bubble
Scared the neighbors once or twice, look at me seein' double
Yet they love to tell their friends, but try to act subtle
Now they get to know me, tell their kid to call me uncle
I'm just tatted up, but humble (Yeah)
Platinum plaques, sold-out tours, just some things I juggle
(I stay lowkey, but y'all know me)
Russia was the only country I didn't bring any drugs to smuggle
I-I-I'ma hustle 'til the dust'll settle, been like that since Russell's
Leavin' bodies up in blood puddles, since I had stubble
Rami, Shake, Lovell, Germ, Chetta, yeah, we always in a huddle
Grey*59, we turned the f***** underground to a bunch of rubble (Uh)
(Killer, killer, what? Killer, killer, killer)
Anybody got anything else to say?
(Killer, killer, huh? Killer, killer) I didn't think so
Ruby da f***** Cherry got a big heart, yeah, I always flex that muscle
Scrim so stoic, you might be lucky to get a f***** chuckle (Ayy, ayy)
That's my partner, that's my cousin (Ayy, ayy), yeah, our family knows the struggle
Dug our graves together and we threw away the f***** shovels

Outro | 3:52
(Killer, killer, killer, killer, killer)
(Killer, killer, killer, killer, killer)
(Killer, killer, killer, killer, killer)
(Killer, killer, killer, killer, killer)