$uicideboy$ – COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS. Lyrics & Meaning
$uicideboy$ – COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS : A Gritty Ode to Surviving the Chaos
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Ever felt like your ‘plan B’ was actually your biggest motivator? That dark, ‘what if nothing works out’ scenario that, instead of scaring you into paralysis, actually lights a fire under you to succeed at all costs? It’s that feeling of having your back against the wall, but instead of crumbling, you build a fortress from the rubble.
That’s exactly the raw, unfiltered energy that the New Orleans duo $uicideboy$ inject into their track, “COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS”. On the surface, it’s a barrage of aggression, drug-fueled flexing, and nihilism. But this track is more than just an aggressive anthem; it’s a surprisingly complex story about turning personal demons into a declaration of victory. Let’s peel back the layers and see what’s really going on.
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Unpacking the Aggressive Confessions in Scrim’s Verse on “COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS”
The song kicks off with Scrim, and he doesn’t waste a single second. He immediately paints a picture of a man fueled by conflict and substances, someone who has embraced the chaos of his life. It’s confrontational right from the get-go.
If a pussy want a problem, I can help but solve it
For fuckboys I’m a headache, but for bitches I’m a target
He presents himself as this dual-sided figure: a menace to his enemies and an object of desire to others. But right underneath this bravado, there’s a deep, dark current of self-destruction. He’s not just bragging; he’s confessing.
A Cocktail of Pain and Pride
The verse quickly spirals into a raw depiction of heavy drug use. It’s not glamorized; it feels stark and desperate. He lays out his addiction with a chilling, almost methodical precision.
Two-two Percs, I just started, four Percs feelin’ gorgeous
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Twenty Percs I’m talkin’, the demons ’round me walkin’
Only got an hour before I’m right back to withdrawin’
You can almost feel the clock ticking. It’s this blend of feeling “gorgeous” one moment and facing the “demons” the next that captures the vicious cycle of addiction. Yet, amidst this personal hell, he’s still flexing his success—the “ice talk,” the “foreign coupe.” It’s a jarring contrast. He’s living a life that many would dream of, but he’s battling something that could take it all away in an instant. The line “reading Second Timothy” is such a fascinating detail, a flash of a search for salvation or meaning in the middle of all the turmoil.
Ruby’s Retrospective: From Outcast to ‘Uncle’
Then, Ruby Da Cherry steps up, and the perspective shifts. If Scrim’s verse is the chaotic present, Ruby’s is a reflection on the brutal journey that got them here. He opens with one of the most powerful lines in their entire discography:
It was always gonna be suicide the backup plan
Wow. Let that sink in. He’s not just being edgy; he’s telling us that their motivation came from a place of absolute desperation. It was this or nothing. This line frames their entire career as a fight for survival. He talks about being an industry pariah, an act that labels “shadow-banned,” forcing them to build their empire from the ground up, with no “backup band.”
The Ultimate Underdog Victory
Ruby’s verse is a narrative of transformation. He charts his evolution from a local troublemaker to a figure of respect, even if it’s begrudging. You can picture the scene he paints:
Scared the neighbors once or twice, look at me seein’ double
Yet they love to tell their friends, but try to act subtle
Now they get to know me, tell their kid to call me “Uncle”
That’s such a vivid story. It’s the journey from being the neighborhood problem to being a respected, albeit “tatted up but humble,” member of the community. He flexes their success—”Platinum plaques, sold-out tours”—but frames it as a hustle, the result of turning the underground scene into “a bunch of rubble.” They didn’t just join the game; they destroyed it and built their own.
So, What Are the ‘Blessings’ They’re Counting?
This brings us to the brilliantly ironic title. The “blessings” in this song aren’t sunshine and rainbows. They are forged in fire. The first blessing is their success against all odds. They did it their way, with no help from the mainstream machine that rejected them. The second, and arguably most important, blessing is their unbreakable bond.
The final lines of the song are a testament to this loyalty. It’s a pact sealed in shared struggle and a mutual understanding of their dark pasts.
That’s my partner, that’s my cousin, yeah, our family knows the struggle
Dug our graves together, and we threw away the fuckin’ shovels
They’ve been to the absolute bottom together and decided there’s no going back. They’re in this for life. That loyalty, that shared history, is their most cherished blessing.
Beneath all the aggressive lyrics and dark themes, there’s a really powerful message here. It’s a testament to resilience. It’s about finding strength in your lowest moments and using that desperation as fuel. The song tells us that sometimes, your greatest struggles—your addictions, your past, the world being against you—can become the very things that define your strength and your success. Their “blessings” are the scars that prove they survived.
Ultimately, “COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS” is a raw, unapologetic look into the $uicideboy$ psyche, showcasing a world where success and self-destruction are neighbors. It’s a celebration of making it out of the mud, even if you’re still covered in it. But that’s just my take on it. What do you hear when you listen to this track? Do you see a different story in the lyrics? Let’s talk about it.
