PROD @WHYAGE

dakumon brought his bots, i brought droids out
i got bread and a stick like a boyscout
my body well preserved for being drained out
i had to test the waters to get iced out
ice reflect my mistakes like a lighthouse
social anxiety it really is a night out
im always tired in my car so i slide out
and my bro driving goofy with the white snout

ants in my add pants money moves
im a skeleton i move what i can
i got no muscles im not ever, up for the task
just cause im a poet doesnt mean that i asked
and my mattress got an actress, with ass
your pockets kinda flat did you iron your pants?
my pockets kinda fat i got iron in my pants
(i need a belt for that)
i dont understand

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8 air force 1s like a spider
on the deep web gun and lighter
ice on my neck im a firefighter
she said she isten to me
i got soundcloud pro, she a liar
ahhhh defy her
i dont really know how to defy her
i love all my voices in my head its a choir
a choir, they tell me i require

working for weeks
bags under my eyes till i got bags under my feet
proud of my mistakes i like to buy but i dont keep
my fit stay hard, viagra kadabra
money printed out on my polaroid camera
its me and grabbarna grus
rocks on my necklace she grabbing the grus
my curls look artificial, which they not
your girl look artificial, is she not?

to1 & whyage - knakelibrak freestyle.mp3

618 STREET [PROD. KKAE]

forfeit ideas

GUITAR MAN by bread (dœgægé cover) 🪳

visualizer > https://youtu.be/BFQMUZTXiA4

second to grieve (fauna)

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