Suicide Doors – Decoding the Symmetry Between Existential Laments and Overt Bravado


You can view the lyrics, alternate interprations and sheet music for LIL UZI VERT's Suicide Doors at Lyrics.org.
Article Contents:
  1. Music Video
  2. Lyrics
  3. Song Meaning
  4. Unlocking the Crow Metaphor: Embracing Darkness as Liberation
  5. Swagger and Satire: The Irony Behind the Fame and Infamy
  6. Artistic Alchemy: The Transformation of Pain into Profits
  7. A Battle Cry Against Conformity: Rejecting Cultural and Personal Expectations
  8. The Paradox of the Provocative: Dissecting Uzi’s Most Memorable Lines

Lyrics

“My right hand to God, I ain’t never heard a Uzi Vert song that I can say, ‘That’s Uzi Vert’
But I know he a sissified lookin’ nigga
That put fingernail polish on his motherfuckin’ nails, and wear dresses
How he gon’ talk about somethin’, nigga?”
(Thank you, Lil’ Uzi Vert)

I don’t know, I don’t know
Where the fuck am I?
Ahh
Whoa
Fuck you, and fuck your bitch
I don’t give a fuck ’bout none of y’all niggas
Y’all niggas tried to ban me from this shit, but I came back
I do what I want, I do anything I please

I feel like, bitch, I’m The Crow (whoa)
I feel like, bitch, I’m The Crow (I’m the-, ah)
I feel like, bitch, I’m The Crow (I’m The Crow)
I feel like, bitch, I’m The Crow (I’m the-, ah)

And if you did not know, how you let go? (Whoa)
Young nigga just counted up all this dough
I get money like a CEO (whoa)
I get five hundred thousand a show (bitch)
Tat my name on your ass, and your toes (bitch)
I’m like Chief Keef, like Sosa, I’m Glo (bitch)
All my bitches from around the world, I’m global (bitch)
I eat Pop-Tarts, but I took that bitch to Nobu (bitch)
Yeah, go, yeah, yeah
Yeah, huh? What? (Ahh)
I wear Balenciaga straight out the show room (bitch)
I put spikes all on my head just like I’m Goku (bitch)
She looked at me in my eyes, said, “Be the old you” (bitch)
Suck my dick, you dumbass bitch, she said, “You so rude” (bitch)
I ain’t Trinidad, I go big world like Crow do (bitch)
They say they want Lil’ Uzi Vert on them old loops (bitch)
I’m reptilian, I’m not normal, my soul threw (bitch)
My mama don’t know me no more, ’cause I got new blood (bitch)
Got a new bitch, but she don’t suck like my old slut (bitch)
I don’t like a natural bitch, yeah, I like fake butts (bitch)
Ten million dollars from Live Nation, bitch, that paystub (bitch)
I don’t work for Lil’ Debbies, but I’m caked up
Six-six-six, satanist, that’s why they hate us
I ain’t satanist, but they say I am, so let’s do it (bitch)
My Dominican bitch don’t speak English, but so fluent (ha)
Fucked two Spanish bitches next to each other, they congruent (Lil’ Uzi)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa, whoa)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (ah, whoa)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (huh?)

I feel like, bitch, I’m The Crow
I feel like, bitch, I’m The Crow (I’m The Crow, I’m so possessed)
I feel like, bitch, I’m The Crow
I feel like, bitch, I’m The Crow (one, two, three, go)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (phew)

Bitch, I go like, “Ahh”
Bitch, I’m out my mind, insane (phew)
I’m so rockstar, I might try cocaine (bitch)
I’m so crazy, don’t jump in my lane (bitch)
Suicide doors (suicide doors)
Suicide whores tryna fuck me for the fame (yeah, yeah)
I just wanna crash
I just wanna crash out in a Track’ (whoa)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (woo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (goddamn)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (suicide doors)

I feel like, bitch, I’m The Crow
I feel like, bitch, I’m The Crow
I feel like, bitch, I’m The Crow
I feel like, bitch, I’m The Crow (one, two three, go, whoa)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (suicide doors)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (suicide doors)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (suicide doors)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa)

“He ain’t never shot no Uzi to call himself ‘Uzi Vert’
He ain’t no Uzi totin’ nigga
He ain’t the nigga known in the neighborhood for the Uzis”

Full Lyrics

In the realm of hip-hop, artists often conflate the deepest parts of their psyche with the grandeur of their public spectacle. LIL UZI VERT’s ‘Suicide Doors’ serves as a prime testament to this dynamic, a track that ricochets between unbridled self-expression and the toll of external perceptions.

With ‘Suicide Doors’, Uzi weaves his personal narrative through a tapestry of relentless beats and brash declarations, leaving listeners veering through the corridors of his victories, struggles, and the indistinct space in between.

Unlocking the Crow Metaphor: Embracing Darkness as Liberation

The repeated refrain of feeling like ‘The Crow’ pulls the weight of gothic symbolism into Uzi’s orbit. The Crow, a comic book character brought to life in film, is a dark avenger of his own tragic narrative. Uzi’s self-comparison suggests a rebirth from personal tragedy into an unforgiving, rebellious figure.

This choice of alter ego points to a catharsis, enabling Uzi to channel his inner turmoil into artistic defiance. It’s an exploration of identity reconciled through darkness, one that provides him an empowerment that traditional archetypes in hip hop cannot.

Swagger and Satire: The Irony Behind the Fame and Infamy

As Uzi confronts accusations of satanism within ‘Suicide Doors’, he toys with the notoriety by leaning into the role the public has cast him in. The verse ‘Six-six-six, satanist, that’s why they hate us’ is laced with irony, reflecting society’s penchant for mislabeling and misunderstanding.

What seems to be a verbal shrug, ‘I ain’t satanist, but they say I am, so let’s do it’, is a nuanced take on cancel culture and media demonization. Uzi challenges listeners to consider the ease with which we demonize public figures, often overlooking their humanity in our rush to judgment.

Artistic Alchemy: The Transformation of Pain into Profits

There’s a profound juxtaposition in the track, where Uzi’s lyrical admissions of emotional discord coincide with his financial triumphs. Each mention of wealth and luxury, like the ‘five hundred thousand a show’, serves as counterpoints to his internal struggle, suggesting that success isn’t a salve for the soul.

By flaunting financial achievements amid declarations of personal turmoil, Uzi paints a picture where psychological complexities can’t be pacified by material gain. The art becomes an alchemical process for Uzi, transmuting pain into something of value.

A Battle Cry Against Conformity: Rejecting Cultural and Personal Expectations

Contradicting societal norms, Uzi proudly declares nonconformity with a ‘reptilian’ self-image, distancing himself from the human experience. The notion of alienation is a double-edged sword, both isolating and liberating, freeing him from the pressures to align with any preconceived identity.

The line ‘my mama don’t know me no more, ’cause I got new blood’ is a poignant expression of how transformation and personal evolution can lead to disconnection. It’s a lyric that resonates with anyone who’s ever felt their growth has left them estranged from their past.

The Paradox of the Provocative: Dissecting Uzi’s Most Memorable Lines

One cannot dissect ‘Suicide Doors’ without indulging in its controversial theatrics. The song’s aggressive and explicit nature is a mechanism for Uzi to confront the listener, ensuring that his message is not just heard but felt on a visceral level.

Lines like ‘suck my dick, you dumbass bitch, she said, “You so rude”’ are designed to provoke and shock, yet serve to underline the dualities of Uzi’s character – the braggadocious artist persona clashing with an underlying quest for genuine self-expression.

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