$Uicideboy$ - Are You Going To See The Rose In The Vase, Or The Dust On The Table? Lyrics

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Are You Going To See The Rose In The Vase, Or The Dust On The Table? Lyrics $Uicideboy$

[Intro]

You don't get it (You did good $lick)

I'm just reckless with myself (It's a Smash)

Taking over, something only time will tell

Wetto, ayy

[Verse 1: $crim]

Already know what time I'm on, double R slidin' on autobahn

She tryna get my love, the best I can do is a trauma bond

Poppin' these pills got easier, but gettin' high been gettin' harder

Remember them days in maw-maw's house, holdin' on my grandfather

Remember them days in the Envoy, it was just me and Oddy

Now all of my homies got their own bus, but they ain't got time for bondin'

Tellin' myself that it's okay, knowin' that's a liе

Ayy, never at home, just passin' by

I was always told that boys don't cry, why am I so brokе inside?

Waste time on an inner child, motherfucker been dead since five

Seen my dad OD at nine, was never the same again

I never had the chance to win

I keep reachin' out for help

I can't tell if I'm too concerned with myself

Feel like I'm just collectin' dust on the shelf (Fuck it, fuck it)

I think it's time to bid farewell

[Verse 2: Ruby]

Left all the lights on, but I ain't home, thirty thousand feet up

Got my ice on, but I ain't cold, thirty thousand degrees

Yup, I stashed thirty thousand in the freezer

Feel like a crooked congressman

I blame it on Percocets, amnesia, can't keep up with my tolerance

I'm tryna win this war on drugs, but I lost the battle by callin' up the plug

Got back in the saddle

Moth to the flame, I'm insane, all these voices rattle

Foggin' up my brain, numb the pain, locked up in my castle

I'm startin' to unravel, surrounded by all these snakes and jackals

They keep temptin' me to eat that apple

I need the top loose ends, form these threads into a tassel

[Chorus: Ruby & $crim]

I keep reachin' out for help

I can't tell if I'm too concerned with myself

Feel like I'm just collectin' dust on the shelf (Fuck it, fuck it)

I think it's time to bid farewell

I keep reachin' out for help

I can't tell if I'm too concerned with myself

Feel like I'm just collectin' dust on the shelf (Fuck it, fuck it)

I think it's time to bid farewell

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