Good Grief (Single)

Skuzii – “Good Grief” (Produced by UNION, Co-Produced by Skuzii)

“Good Grief” is a raw, two-part journey through loss—both of others and of self. The first half wrestles with the weight of mourning someone else, while the second half turns inward, confronting self-doubt, comparison, and the struggle to keep pushing forward. It’s my most personal and well-written song to date, blending introspection with resilience over haunting production.

Read the lyrics below, sit with the words, and if it resonates, let it.

 

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Lyrics:

It’s not me avoiding emotion

I’m avoiding opening the door and keeping it open

I got a lot of trauma waiting just seething and hoping

Tryna deal with thangs better than screaming and sulking

I need you to focus, to be seen in those moments

Is a private validation, I seen u was coping

Relation in mechanisms, we fiends for these moments

I’ll appease for atonement, if I sneeze I won’t hold it

Any excuse for a blessing, my forms of consolement

Still dealing with death daily, be damned if I don’t and

Be damned if I do, I’ll be damned it was true

We ain’t all make it to thirty, ain’t plan it for you

Always treated me like a star, now the planets are you

We wearing red for sacrifice, but GAHDAMNIT I’m blue

I heard your singing through the trees, stay planted for you

Is that blood on the leaves? Yeah, that’s blood from the trees

Been praying so fucking long I got blood on my knees

I got hope in heart, I got prayer in my spirit

Tryna let go of my pride, for a while had to wear it

And folks been so foul to me

If y’all don’t say it, ima say it, shit I’m so proud of me

Cause I bet you well wishing if you see me on a gurney

Don’t be fraid to gas me up, there’s some miles on this journey

My tread running thin, but my spirit getting full

Niggas ain’t supposed to win, bitch we breaking all the rules!

Can’t be moving

Like I’m losing

And going

Like I ain’t been growing

And got not nowhere to go

Like I got nowhere to go

Don’t know if I been grieving

If the season

Got me low and depressed, I confess that

I got nowhere to go

I been trying my best but it ain’t good enough

Posture fucked up, ain’t been lookin up

Depressed, ain’t been cookin up

Gigs ain’t hookin up

Bank account negative

Match my feelings bout myself like what shit I could’ve did

What this person would’ve done

What that person did do

Comparisons a motha fucka plus what I been through

Jump out these fuckin feelings, tell me why it’s so hard for me?

Subconsciously sabotaging is feeding what’s starving me

That validation void ain’t filling up

Cause even when I’ve lucked up, fucked up feels familiar

Worries to the ceiling that I’ve been concealing

Drank away my feelings, I don’t wanna feel em

Can you feel me? Listen, this is the real me!

Fuck it, you almost had—sorry you couldn’t kill me

Liquor, weed, or pill me, none of that could heal me

I survived myself, for real G