$uicideboy$ pulled off a stealth drop with THY WILL BE DONE on Christmas Day via G59 Records, and Old Addicts, New Habits lands like a late-night confession you didn’t know you needed, raw and unrelenting.
This track sits at number six on the album, a three-minute gut punch produced by Budd Dwyer with those signature booming 808s and eerie, lo-fi edges that define their trap sound. It’s Memphis rap at its grittiest, blending Ruby da Cherry’s snarling flows with $crim’s introspective bars over a beat that feels like cruising empty New Orleans streets at dawn.
Thematically, it’s all about the cycle of vice—old dope habits morphing into new crutches like kratom or meds, laced with nods to anxiety, betrayal, and that constant pull toward self-destruction. Lines about shrugging off the storm in the 504 or praying not to see hell hit hard because they’re drawn straight from their lives, turning personal wreckage into something universal.
Out December 25, 2025, as a total surprise, THY WILL BE DONE clocks in at just under 30 minutes across 10 tracks, picking up the biblical thread from their August release Thy Kingdom Come. No big-name guests here—it’s pure duo energy, with the project diving deeper into redemption arcs amid the chaos. The tracklist rolls like this: Leviticus kicks it off at 2:04, then 2009 Reggie Bush (3:24), BLOODSWEAT (3:41), Angel Grove (2:34), Whatever Floats Your Boat Will Definitely Sink Your Ship (2:47), our track Old Addicts, New Habits (3:07), Frenzy (3:09), Hypernormalisation (2:31), and Fuck Ups (4:40).
Right now, $uicideboy$ are in this fascinating stretch, building on New World Depression from last year by leaning harder into vulnerability without losing the edge that made them underground kings. Scott Arceneaux Jr. and Aristos Petrou have always channeled their New Orleans roots and battles with addiction into the music, but this feels like a pivot—less about glorifying the void, more about clawing out of it, even if the scars show.
Dive into the Old Addicts, New Habits lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other THY WILL BE DONE tracks for more of $uicideboy$’s haunted hustle.
| Lead Vocals | $uicideboy$ |
| Songwriter | Scott Arceneaux Jr. & Aristos Petrou |
| Music Producer | Budd Dwyer |
| Composer | Aristos Petrou & Scott Arceneaux Jr. |
| Label | G*59 Records |
| Release Date | December 25, 2025 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | G*59 Records |
| Distributor | The Orchard |
Lyrics of Old Addicts, New Habits by $uicideboy$
[Intro: Ruby Da Cherry]
(This A $crim Beat)
(It’s A Smash)
(7th Ward)
No, No, You Make A Right On Paris (7th Ward)
And, No You Pass The Mural (7th Ward)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, By That, By That F**king Sketchy Gas Station (7Th Ward)
Yeah, Right There In The, In The F**king 7Th Ward
[Verse 1: Ruby Da Cherry]
Riding Through Gentilly In The ’85 Fleetwood
Coral Leather Seats, Bone Body With A Teal Hood
Albino Alligator Boots, B**ch, I Feel Good
Big Dog Status, Flickin’ Ashes, I Ain’t Worried ’bout Nothin’
Shrug Emoticon, The *59 Don, Always Puffin’ Indica
Keep The Hoes Huffin’, Lick My Nuts
I Could Give A F**k What You Think
Grey Clouds Start To Form When You Speak
I’m ’bout To, I’m ’bout To Grab The Umbrella Out The Suicide Door
Bob Breck Reporting To You Live From The Storm
I Don’t Wanna Die In The 504
Ads Spamming $Uicide Alive And On Tour
These Days I’m Feeling Blessed
Just To Be Bored, Instead Of Being Blacked Out On The Floor
Oh My Lord, What’s The Score? A Brand-new Form
[Bridge: Scrim]
Dirty, But I Mean Well (DJ Scrim With That 808)
P-p-praying I Don’t See, P-p-praying I Don’t See
Dirty, But I Mean (North, Northside)
Praying I Don’t See (Northside, Northside)
P-praying I Don’t See (North, North, Northside)
P-praying I Don’t See (Northside, Northside)
[Verse 2: $crim]
Keep My Cup Dirty, But I Mean Well, Praying I Don’t See Hell
Cumming Inside My B**ch In Hopes She Get A Baby To Cradle
Hating Like Someone Paid Them, Got People There Ain’t No Saving
One Of My Homies, He Kicked The Dope, But Now He Stuck On The Kratom
Okay Then, Walk In A Room Full Of People Taking Credit Like They Made Us
Homies That I Call Friends, Now They Suing, I’m Like Okay, F**k
Hating Up On The Net, But Face To Face It Never Get Brought Up
Why When I Get My Flowers I Smell Piss Up In The Water?
Yeah, Hop On The Live For A Minute, Get Me A Plaque Off A Snippet
If They Ain’t With Grey, Then F**k All These Rappers, You Know I’m A Bigot
Possessed When I Hit The Stage, I Show ’em Something Religious
Been Upping My Muhf**kin’ Meds ’cause I Been Waking Up Tempted
Every Day, Feel Like I’m Dying, Filled With Anxiety, Panicking
On The Dark Side Of The Northside, Skywalking Like Anakin
Keep Me A Chip On My Shoulder So Much, You Would Think That I Rather It
Straight Out The Muhf**kin’ Underground, Yeah, I’m Straight Out The Labyrinth
Breaking The Habit, Breaking The Habit
Breaking The Habit, Load Up The Ratchet
Bloody The Sabbath, Fill Up The Caskets
Everything Grey But The Carrots, Yeah, Grey Till The Maggots
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