Center Core Never More by $uicideboy$ Lyrics Meaning – Exploring the Depths of a Drug-Fueled Odyssey
Lyrics
It’s a smash
(Smoke that pound, ‘nother pound)
(Takin’ a sip from the)
(Smoke that pound, ‘nother pound)
(Smoke that pound, ‘nother)
(Smoke that pound, ‘nother pound)
(Takin’ a sip from the)
(Smoke that pound, ‘nother pound)
(Smoke that pound, ‘nother)
(Smoke that pound, ‘nother pound)
(Takin’ a sip from the)
(Smoke that pound, ‘nother pound)
(Smoke that pound, ‘nother)
(Smoke that pound, ‘nother pound)
(Takin’ a sip from the)
(Smoke that pound, ‘nother pound)
(Smoke that pound, ‘nother)
Diamonds hit like Pop Rocks, we got too hot, lightin’ blunts with lava
We don’t do the drama, but the Oscars where I’m posted at
Grammys on my neck, shoot for the stars, I swear to God on that
I’ma need you to stand on that, I’m tryna tap in with your almanac
Wavy homies hated, I got demons in my basement
Nigga might piss me off, I’ma lay his ass down on the pavement
Dreads swangin’, smokin’ Jamaican, lookin’ for all my payments
Paper chasin’, Haitian, move the chains like fourth and inches
(Bad shit), I’m here to slay ’em
All this lean, bitch, I can’t feel my body (yeah, yeah)
All these pills, bitch, I can’t feel my body (yeah, yeah)
Ain’t no love in my heart, I don’t feel nobody (ah)
Keep it to myself, I might lose it, can’t catch a body
White dove, fly high, throw my threes up in the sky
Throw my threes around my eyes and then I call it my disguise
Masked off, I’m just out here with a raw face
Ask me how I been and I draw blanks
Hold tight ’til my claws break
Full metal jacket kinda heavy (heavy)
At the bottom of the fuckin’ lake, I parked my Chevy
(Yeah) waiting to die but I wasn’t born ready (nah)
Shaking up my life, I’m just tryna hold steady
Birds of a feather flock together (yeah)
Grey the fucking gang, ain’t no one could do it better (Grey)
Two odd numbers right behind the fucking letter
Me, $lick and Germ our alliance is forever
I just popped a pill (pill), pull up with the deal (deal)
Pistol whip a pussy, have ’em looping on the reel (reel)
Wood-grain wheel (wheel), chromed out rims (rim)
Million dollar deals, sign my name as “H-I-M” (wetto)
Tales from the North (North), back from the dead
Hard to feel for a pussy when these thorns in my hand (Northside)
Two story grave (grave), trauma on my wrists (wrist)
Three fingers high, other three in my bitch (bitch)
I got problems that won’t go away (guess who?)
Don’t understand ’cause I been hitting pay (yeah)
Lord, I pray that my bitch gay (I just want a threesome)
New opps but my clique Grey (Grey)
(Smoke that pound, ‘nother pound)
(Takin’ a sip from the)
(Smoke that pound, ‘nother pound)
(Smoke that pound, ‘nother)
(Smoke that pound, ‘nother pound)
(Takin’ a sip from the)
(Smoke that pound, ‘nother pound)
(Smoke that pound, ‘nother)
In their gritty and visceral track ‘Center Core Never More,’ $uicideboy$ plunge into the harrowing echoes of addiction and the bleak glamour of ephemeral success. The duo, consist of cousins Ruby da Cherry and $crim, chronicle a narrative steeped with the heavy influence of narcotics, illicit escapades, and a relentless chase for fleeting highs experienced in the urban jungle. Their signature gloomy beats and sharp-edged lyrics pull the listener into a whirlpool of raw emotion and stark realism.
The dark and haunting aesthetics that are a staple in $uicideboy$’ soundscape are particularly palpable in ‘Center Core Never More.’ As the track unfolds, we’re compelled to confront the demons that lie within their lyrics — demons of ennui, self-destructive tendencies, and an insatiable craving for an escape that consistently seems to be just out of reach, creating a paradox of pain and pleasure that resonates deeply with listeners.
The Visceral Hook: Beyond Repetition into the Realm of Addiction
Beginning with a loop that becomes a haunting mantra, the lines ‘(Smoke that pound, ‘nother pound)’ and ‘(Takin’ a sip from the)’ draw a vivid picture of substance use as not just a choice but a cyclical trap. $uicideboy$ don’t merely use repetition for musicality; they embed the listener in the loop of addiction. Each repeat serves as a reminder of the relentless cycle that many find themselves in, unable to escape the pull of their next fix.
The ritualistic nature of this repetition also points to the numbing comfort of routine. For those engulfed in the throes of substance abuse, habits often become their own form of grim stability. However, as the song progresses, the $uicideboy$ reveal that this stability is counterfeit — a leased escape that always expires, leading to an inevitable crash.
Decoding the Wealth and Glamour: A Complex Mirage
With references to ‘Diamonds hit like Pop Rocks,’ ‘Grammys on my neck,’ and ‘Million dollar deals,’ $uicideboy$ paint a picture of ostensible success. Here, wealth serves as both a milestone and a masquerade, a shimmering illusion that distracts from the song’s bleaker undercurrents. The track doesn’t just celebrate these achievements; it problematizes them, presenting success as both intoxicating and intoxicant.
The dissonance between the surface-level luxury and the internal turmoil hides the song’s true message like a wolf in designer clothing. The glamour becomes not a badge of triumph but a chain, another weight dragging down in a turbulent sea of inner conflict and external pressures.
The Haunting Narrative of Self-Destruction
‘All this lean, bitch, I can’t feel my body.’ This line captures the essence of a numbed existence, where physical sensation and emotional presence are swallowed by a chemical haze. The song toys with the duality of pleasure and numbness, where the pursuit of detachment from reality parallels the disconnection from one’s own humanity.
Moreover, the bravado expressed in parts of the song paradoxically underscores a pervasive sense of despair. The characters sketched by $uicideboy$’ lyrics are trapped not only in a cycle of addiction but in a battlefield of their own making, where any moment of vulnerability is armored with references to violence and hyper-masculinity.
Uncovering the Song’s Hidden Meaning: Alliance and Isolation
There’s a stark contrast between the solitary struggle described (‘Keep it to myself, I might lose it, can’t catch a body’) and the allusions to unity and strength in numbers (‘Grey the fucking gang, ain’t no one could do it better’). These oscillating themes speak to the core of human experience — our innate need for connection juxtaposed against the isolating battles we face with our own demons.
It’s in this duality that $uicideboy$ find a deeper resonance, illustrating that even within the solidarity of their alliance (‘Me, $lick and Germ our alliance is forever’), individual battles rage on. The struggle against one’s inner turmoil is a solitary confinement, wherein the only company often lies in the seductive whispers of vice and self-annihilation.
Memorable Lines that Slice Through the Silence
‘White dove, fly high, throw my threes up in the sky’ does more than just rhyme — it conveys a motif of freedom, a stark juxtaposition against the song’s oppressive themes of entrapment and helplessness. The dove, an emblem of peace, is sent skyward, embodying the fleeting glimpses of serenity in the chaos. The ‘threes up in the sky’ can be seen as a salute to the Third Ward of New Orleans, where the duo hails from, imbuing the song with a palpable sense of place and identity.
The imagery of the ‘Two story grave’ further cements the notion that success and opulence are mere headstones, marking the site of a deeper, metaphorical death — the loss of self to the manic pursuit of vice and the hollow victory of material gain. Throughout ‘Center Core Never More,’ $uicideboy$ conjure voices and visions that stay with us long after the track ends, challenging us to look beyond the beat to the profound story that’s being told.
