Okay, so Dua Saleh‘s new single pussy suicide just dropped and… damn. Where do I even start?
This track’s a slow burn that isn’t. Make sense? No? Good. ‘Cause that’s exactly how this song hits you.
Saleh’s voice? It’s all over the place, but in the best way possible. One second it’s all hushed and secretive, then BAM! It goes all cutesy on you.
(Yeah, I said cutesy. Fight me.) And just when you think you’ve got it figured out, Saleh throws you a curveball and goes full R&B diva mode. It’s like vocal whiplash, but you’re begging for more.
Let’s talk lyrics. Holy moly. I mean, seriously:
“Said them doors is suicidal Guess they need some therapy Pussy push up on my mind so I’m the doctor that you seek”
Who even writes like that? It’s cocky, it’s weird, it’s sexy, it’s… I don’t even know. But it works.
And that chorus? It’s gonna burrow into your brain like a catchy parasite:
“In the morning Pull up outside in a Hum V ride I know I’m on it I know I’m on it”
You’ll be mumbling this in your sleep. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
But here’s the thing: just when you think it’s all swagger and sex appeal, Saleh hits you with:
“Why ain’t you leaving? Know I must have fucked up every single evening”
And suddenly you’re feeling things. Like, actual emotions. In a song called “pussy suicide”. What kind of sorcery is this?
Is it a bop? Is it a cry for help? Is it the soundtrack to your next toxic relationship? Yes. To all of it.
Dua Saleh’s been putting out tracks that make you question your musical sanity lately, and “pussy suicide” is no exception.
It’s the kind of song that makes you want to dance, cry, and call your ex all at the same time.
If you’re new to Dua Saleh, congrats. You just stumbled into the sonic equivalent of a fever dream.
For the rest of us? We’re just along for the ride, wondering what the hell just happened and when we can hear it again.
Either way, Dua Saleh’s got us all hooked, confused, and coming back for more.
It’s musical whiplash, and apparently, that’s exactly what we needed. Go figure.
Dua Saleh Pussy Suicide Lyrics
In the morning
In the morning
Pull up outside
Yeah these niggas ‘round me climbing
Now they say I got that heat
That’s McLaren how you riding
So I see you on repeat
I might be the one
But I won’t be the three
Every time I get up off my ass I’m
Knowing that these bitches love on me
In the morning
Pull up outside in a Hum V ride
I know I’m on it
I know I’m on it
In the morning
Pull up outside in a Hum V ride
I know I’m on it
I know I’m on it
Why ain’t you leaving?
Know I must have fucked up every single evening
But you hold me down and ask me why I’m seething
I feel paranoid that you still go to see them
Fеlt like hearts was bleeding
Was I leading you on whеn I told you I was really healing?
I think we could benefit from room for breathing
But I’m down for now
And can you really feel it
Tell me that you feel it
Said them doors is suicidal
Guess they need some therapy
Pussy push up on my mind so
I’m the doctor that you seek
I might be the one
But I won’t be the three
Every time I get up off my ass I’m
Knowing that these bitches love on me
In the morning
Pull up outside in a Hum V ride
I know I’m on it
I know I’m on it
In the morning
Pull up outside in a Hum V ride
I know I’m on it
I know I’m on it
In the morning
Pull up outside in a Hum V ride
I know I’m on it
I know I’m on it
In the morning
Pull up outside in a Hum V ride
I know I’m on it
I know I’m on it
Why ain’t you leaving?
Know I must have fucked up every single evening
But you hold me down and ask me why I’m seething
I feel paranoid that you still go to see them
Felt like hearts was bleeding
Was I leading you on when I told you I was really healing?
I think we could benefit from room for breathing
But I’m down for now
And can you really feel it
Tell me that you feel it
In the morning
Pull up outside
In the morning