Full of Grace (I Refuse to Tend My Own Grave) versuri

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

[Intro: Scrim]
(You did good, Slick)
(It’s a Smash)
You’ll end up breakin’ 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 fucked up, I was tryna make my whole heart numb
I was a gone pecan, my girl look at me like I’m fucking nuts
Can’t believe I wasted so many of my days
Wishin’ my life was something that could be remade
Lyin’ in the middle of a fine line between life and dеath
Lyin’ to my people, promisin’ that I’ll always try my best
To brеak 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 waitin’ and waitin’ and wastin’ away
Gave up my whole life to $uicide, 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: Scrim]
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? Fuck
I’m tryna be high, you can tell by the Sprite

[Verse 2: Scrim]
Yeah, smokin’ up on the job, I’m twistin’ ‘za until my fingers hurt
Thought I was prayin’ in church, but nah, I’m nodding off a couple Perc’s
TRX all black like it can’t wait to be a fuckin’ hearse
I been lookin’ my best, but inside, fuck, I never felt more worse
Stealin’ 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”
Lookin’ my face in the mirror to see where I can tat, I don’t give a fuck
Couple psych meds goin’ through my guts, kick a bitch out, fuckin’ with my buzz
Yeah, sprayin’ that Gucci on me help to cover my rottenness
Went from flexin’ money to stackin’ my chips anonymous
Been duckin’ death and taxes, I ain’t really got time to bitch
Tryna stop my shine, but no, they never could find the switch
I pull up and shoot this bitch from anywhere like Stojakovic
Pourin’ up lean, reading 3:16 in the book of John
Paranoid, buyin’ up ammo, stackin’ it in the garage
Throw the threes up, miss the four, just to go 5/9