Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Bizarro’ by $uicideboy$. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of $uicideboy$ or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Codeine, which you all know is syrup
I started drinkin’ it because I’m from the south, New Orleans
And um, we grew up on UGK and all, uh, Ghetto Boys
And, and people been drinkin’ syrup for years
Still riding with my devils
Ain’t shit changed
Gun to my temple
Sharpen up the blade
Feel the motherfucking funk like it’s ’93
Grim reaper in a Jeep when I hit the streets
Motherfuckers better hide
Better duck quick
It’s the Sandman
Better run, shit
Switch back to my old ways, old days
Pill bottles in the cabinet
Can’t feel my face, ay
Baby
F*ck what they say
Full of drugs
Can’t feel my face
Baby
F*ck what they say
Full of drugs
Can’t feel my face
Dope in a bag
Brown-yellow rock
They don’t know slick
They don’t know the block
Tell me what you want?
Tec or the Wok?
Say the world is yours
Got your world in my sock
Hoes tryna f*ck
Hoes tryna lock
Eat that bitch’s box
Suck my dick, give me top
How can I forget?
Medicating with Gelato
Car sports model and my gun is semi-auto
Lately trip a lot
Lately sip a lot
Scripts from my doc
Finesse him like a cop
Baby
F*ck what they say
Full of drugs
Can’t feel my face
Three houses, 2 cars
I’m a boss, facts
Spent a hunny thou sucking all my snot back
Fucking ducking
That’s a small quack
Blowing out a broad’s back
I can’t fucking cum because my dick is numb and all that
Fall back
I’ma call back (psyche)
Where my dogs at?
Lining up the chalk fat
Yeah, her ass left
But she brought it back
Shawty pointing at that shit
So I bought her that
Baby
F*ck what they say
Full of drugs
Can’t feel my face
Baby
F*ck what they say
Next time they talk
I’ma f*ck their face
Reach into my pocket
Yeah, I fucking got it
Ooh, that shit was fire like the bottom of a rocket
Blunt full of gossip
Just so I don’t vomit
Never play it cautious
Could give a f*ck if I lost it
F*ck a 4
Yeah, gimme 30 O’s
It’s time to fucking go
It’s time to fucking go
Baby
F*ck what they say
Full of drugs
Can’t feel my face
Baby
F*ck what they say
Full of drugs
Can’t feel my face
Baby
F*ck what they say
Full of drugs
Can’t feel my face
Baby
F*ck what they say
Full of drugs
Can’t feel my face
Baby
F*ck what they say
Full of drugs
Can’t feel my face
I can’t stop now
What’s the point?
I can never calm down