Soul Doubt - $uicideboy$

Sold out shows, but I don’t believe in souls

So I doubt these shows are going to leave me feeling whole

A couple blunts I blow and now I’m idolized, a role model

That’ll get 'em to get me to model clothes

I’d rather snort up roxy’s 'til that dope bottle rattles

Nope, I’m not about to tackle yet another problem

I’ll have to put this one at the bottom

I feel like fucking Sodom and Gomorrah, but life is sweet

Another black petal falling down right at my fucking feet

Another flower rotten, a bouquet of efforts, sour scents are haunting my defeat

Sold out funeral, no live nation fee

Captivate 100, 000 people, still me and the reaper me

100, 000 want to meet me, I hope they’ll let me be

I’m able to paint a picture most people can’t even see

Basquiat mixed with Monet when that herron in me

Self-critic that’s speaking in cryptic, defying the laws of physics

Let me be specific, sadistic, Mr. Pessimistic

$lickity $loth, the motherfucker they call the Anti-Christ

Used to dream of fans chanting, screaming that «$uicide»

Now I get on Instagram and they’re posting my personal life

I promise it’s not what it seems

Climb up just to fall down a stream

Drag me to the river

The richer I get, the worse my liver gets

No strippers on my zipper

Still in my room, keep it dark as I can

Remember scraping up change just for cigarettes

Immortalized $uicide, no, they won’t forget