Трек «Now And At The Hour Of Our Death (Feat. Bones)» исполняет $Uicideboy$, продолжительность композиции — 4 минуты 15 секунд. Файл MP3 в качестве 192 кбит/с весит около 5,8 МБ. Трек добавлен в каталог 7 ноября 2026 и уже набрал 58 скачиваний. Слушайте онлайн прямо на этой странице или скачайте mp3 бесплатно и без регистрации — файл подойдёт для телефона, плеера и компьютера.
«Now And At The Hour Of Our Death (Feat. Bones)» — текст
North, North (you did good, $lick) Northside, Northside Northside, Northside (it’s a Smash) Northside, Northside North, North Northside, Northside Northside, Northside Northside, Northside
Creep with the tone, I'm breakin’ bones Marble Caddy, ridin' stone I-I-I’m fulla chrome I’m sippin’ that poison out the 'foam Straight out Lacombe Beatin’ 'em like they did me wrong This shit just fun I-I-I’m smokin' on shit that smell like body rot I’m grippin' that heart-stopper, choppin’ 'em down like bop, bop, bop Claimin’ they gang, I'm like, "What the fuck? Oh, nah-nah-nah" It’s a bird? It’s a plane? It’s $carecrow Run Homicide painted on my eyes (North) I come from fiends (North) Crucify me in the North (Northside), nailed to the trees (Northside) Light a cig and go to hell (Northside), Keanu Reeves (North, North) A prophet, my scripts get fulfilled like prophecies, yeah (Northside) Swervin' (Northside), matte black Rovers Fuck bein’ sober (Northside) Daddy was a psycho and my momma bipolar (Northside, Northside) G-R-E-Y Fuck, I'm losin' my composure (Northside) Been fiendin’ for that bloodshed, what the fuck’s the hold up? (Northside) All they talk is shoulda, coulda, me? I'ma air it out (Northside) If it’s war with me, I'm killin’ everythin' they care about (Northside) If it’s war with me, there ain't shit I'm bein’ fair about (Northside) G, the 5, the 9, we pullin’ up just to tear it down (Northside) Tear it down
7th, 7th, 7th Ward, ay
Grippin' a jewel, tryna fall asleep Cruel life usually hauntin’ me Kick the stool, I'll pick the drool, come, Yuletide, flaunt my gauze and bleed They cross the key But the boss in me keeps saucin’, lost 'til spring Rotten, broken, overloaded, loafin’, overdosin' I’ll go kick rocks for free Possibly Ain’t no stoppin’ me, I'm poppin’ lots of things Dope head overgrown, I sold my soul and planted roxy seeds Waterboard my faith without a trace, I'm proppin’ honesty Broken, chosen, chokin', soakin’, hopeless my aroma, I fuck up constantly Cross-country, where I dragged my woes, I did it flawlessly (7th, 7th, 7th Ward, ay) Cautiously 'cause I'm always fightin’ off that nausea G (7th, 7th, 7th Ward, ay) (Chase) stake my claim, lawful or unlawfully (7th, 7th, 7th Ward, ay) I claim what’s mine, now get out that fuckin' gorgeous Jeep (7th, 7th, 7th Ward, ay) I’m comin' heavy, like season five Gandolfini (7th Ward), I’m ready (huh, ooh) Head leakin' spaghetti (7th Ward) Bolognese, I can be petty (huh, huh) Hold the Chevy steady (7th Ward), while we whip it ’round the levee Choppin' blades like a machete (7th Ward) Don’t tempt me, this shit get messy (hmm) Locked and fuckin’ loaded, yeah, this AR ain’t no semi (hope it ain't no semi) Head is never empty, got a thousand thoughts too many (got a thousand thoughts too many) They used to call us edgy, back when we was pinchin’ pennies (back when we was pinchin' pennies) Nowadays, we got full bellies, stay fightin’ off all the envy Tear it down
SESH
It’s the one that they callin’ dead .38 pressed against my head Spinnin' and spinnin’ ’til I see red Flea flicker, I’m catchin' lead Physically, mentally MIA, wishin’ it all was in my head Shadows, they follow me Ceiling, it fall on me Trippin', remembering what you said I’ma hit the curb, the curb, watch how I swerve and swerve These bitches love to run they mouth They got some nerve, some nerve It’s that 5-1-7 legend I’m the one that they call upon Razor in my palm with a rag full of chloroform On the day that I die, don’t cry for me, ho Cover me in diamonds, throw my body in the trash
This is a graveyard exclusive What? What?
I push the nine milly lick 'em, I stick ’em, I gotta go Inside the mind of the sickest, and wickedest on the flow Suicide, deadboy, FN at your head, boy Metal detectors goin’ off, when we stepped in with lead toys It go bang, it go boom, now his birthday on a tomb Family cryin’, droppin’ dimes, I'm givin’ you hos the blue's Head down when I’m ’round, rollin', smokin’ out the pound You can run, you can hide, all we ever do is tear that bitch down
Tear it down, tear it down Tear it down, tear it down Tear it down, tear it down Tear it down, tear it down Tear it down, tear it down Tear it down, tear it down Tear it down, tear it down Tear it down, tear it down Tear it down, tear it down (fuck the state, fuck the law, motherfuck a leader) Tear it down, tear it down Tear it down, tear it down Tear it down, tear it down (we ’bout to turn this bitch up, and blow the fuckin' speakers) Tear it down, tear it down Tear it down, tear it down (fuck your feelings, fuck your ego, motherfuck your pride) Tear it down, tear it down Tear it down, tear it down Tear it down, tear it down Tear it down, tear it down (bitch, it’s Grey*59 ’til we fuckin’ die)