Aliens Are Ghosts - $uicideboy$, Travis Barker

"Parsed out on this rippity-dippity-rippity-dippity-rippity-dippity triplet flows. The $uicideboy$ formula is pretty obvious at this point, whether it'd 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—"

7th Ward swerving, white Benz, wheels turnin'

Rose gold chrome accent on the rims, picture perfect

No destination, let's just wait and see where we end up

Burnin' zones, burnin' up the ozone, Backwood stay tightly tucked

Bitch look at me, she said "yuck!"

What the fuck?

Hoe, I'm Oddy Nuff

I don't fuck with lifeforms from this planet, bitch, you outta luck

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

I ain't sharing, pint stay tucked

Waste my whole life hunting ducks

"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 crawlin' 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 a vice, feel like i been paid 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, whose lives will never end, fuck

"But simultaneously, there are spots on this album where the lyrics can come off a bit too edgy or tryhard, or basic, maybe even juvenile, especially on the track 'Mr. Nice Guy'."