$uicideboy$ - Now I'm Up To My Neck With Offers (scrims Verse) May 2026

In his pocket, his phone wouldn't stop vibrating. It wasn't just friends or family anymore; it was the industry. The same people who would’ve crossed the street to avoid him two years ago were now blowing up his line. The "offers" were rolling in—record deals that felt like golden handcuffs, vultures in expensive suits promising him the world while eyeing his soul.

He took a drag of a cigarette, the smoke curling around his face. “Now I’m up to my neck with offers,” he muttered to the empty street. It wasn't a boast; it felt like a drowning. In his pocket, his phone wouldn't stop vibrating

Scrim didn't move. He didn't even look over. He just flicked the ember of his cigarette into the gutter and watched it die. His life had already changed; he’d changed it himself in a basement with a laptop and a broken heart. He didn't need their ink to validate his blood. The "offers" were rolling in—record deals that felt

He turned his back on the car and started walking toward the shadows of the Northside, the beat for a new track already thumping in his skull. The offers were high, but his autonomy was higher. It wasn't a boast; it felt like a drowning

A black sedan pulled up slow. The driver’s window rolled down, revealing a face he didn't recognize—another scout, another middleman.