Aliens Are Ghosts

"Parsed out on this rippity-dippity-rippity-dippity-rippity-dippity triplet flows

The $uicideboy$ formula is pretty obvious at this point

Whether it be because you've heard some of the duo's previous EPs

Or you're familiar with the

Classic Hip-Hop albums that the duo pretty much used as inspir—"

Swervin'

7th Ward, 7th Ward (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

7th Ward, 7th Ward swervin' white beams, wheels turnin'

Rose gold, chrome, maxin' on the reds, picture perfect, no

Destinationless, let's just wait and see where we end up

Burners all burnin' our V.O's on backwoods, they tightly tucked

Bitch look at me, she say, "Yuh, what the fuck?"

Hoe, I'm odd enough

I don't fuck with life forms on the planet, bitch, you outta luck

I got better shit to do like sip the lines up in my cup

I ain't sharin' pass that top

Waste my whole life frontin' dutch

"The flows on this thing generally are pretty tight

It seems almost as if there is a slightly larger focus

On hooks with this project, too, some of which really pop

Like on the track 'Nicotine Patches', One day I'll forget their name...!"

I be that rotten garbage crawling out the ditch

Stitches for a snitch

Bodies in the fridge

Blade scraping, grey aping

Banging on my fucking chest

Feel the static, problematic

Be my motherfucking guest

Yung Christ - masked up for a poltergeist

Feel like I'm stuck in the vice

Feel like I been paying my price

My wrists have been sliced

Now I'm scarred from the blade that's pressed against my skin

Lifeless and I'm stuck up in this shit

The walking mortal sin who's life will never end, fuck

"But simultaneously, there are spots on this album

Where the lyrics can come off a bit too edgy or try hard

Or basic, maybe even juvenile

Especially on the track 'Mr. Nice Guy'"