200 (santana)

u suck & i h8 u (prod. love matt & chris marek)

how
how come i'm never enough?
my friends- keep on telling me it's just bad luck
im in a bit of a rut
misfortune of feelings i mistook for love

and you keep on texting me lately
don't understand why you're calling me "baby"
this isn't temporary, this is for real
you never would listen to how i would feel.

but now-
ur on the edge of the earth, my dear
now
u want us to run and just disappear

but you...

SUCK
YOU NEVER GAVE ANY FUCKS
TIRED OF HEARING THAT IT'S JUST BAD LUCK
I SAY ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
THE VOICES REMIND ME THAT YOU-

SUCK
YOU NEVER GAVE ANY FUCKS
TIRED OF HEARING THAT IT'S JUST BAD LUCK
I SAY ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
THE VOICES REMIND ME THAT YOU-

(you really do fuckin blow. and i know i'm too emotional but you?)
[so why are you calling me "baby"? 
the shit that you said, it made me feel like i'm going crazy]

YEA YOU SUCK.

you really- you really suck

YEA YOU SUCK
YOU NEVER GAVE ANY FUCKS
TIRED OF HEARING THAT IT'S JUST BAD LUCK
I SAY ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
THE VOICES REMIND ME THAT YOU-

SUCK
YOU NEVER GAVE ANY FUCKS
TIRED OF HEARING THAT IT'S JUST BAD LUCK
I SAY ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
THE VOICES REMIND ME THAT YOU-

suck.

[so why are you calling me "baby"? 
the shit that you said, it made me feel like i'm going crazy]

(you're a piece of shit, fuck you!)

yea, you suck.
yea, you.

u suck & i h8 u (prod. love matt & chris marek)

meghan trainor made me h8 myself (prod. Fly Boi Yoda)

everything is sort of crumbling around me like i broke a fucking cookie 
but hey whos countin calories?
i wish that i had cake- but im a fly
you swat me up and down and you dont even bat an eye

my hair is a mess
i cant fit this corset,
if i fill up my chest, would my breast look the best?
if i keep doing squats, would my ass grow a lot?
is my body not hot?
is my body not hot?

everything is sort of crumbling around me like i broke a fucking cookie 
but hey whos countin calories?
i wish that i had cake- but im a fly
you swat me up and down and you dont even bat an eye

everything is sort of crumbling around me like i broke a fucking cookie 
but hey whos countin calories?
i wish that i had cake- but im a fly
you swat me up and down and you dont even bat an eye

"you need to gain more meat"
"hey, do you ever eat?"
is my body incomplete?
what about what's inside me?

not a treble or a bass
all i got's a pretty face
meghan trainor made me hate myself-
more than words could ever explain

my hair is a mess
i cant fit this corset,
if i fill up my chest, would my breast look the best?
if i keep doing squats, would my ass grow a lot?
is my body not hot?
is my body not hot?

not a treble or a bass
all i got's a pretty face
meghan trainor made me hate myself-
more than words could ever explain

(fuck you, meghan trainor. you know what you did.)

meghan trainor made me h8 myself (prod. Fly Boi Yoda)

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(lyrics)
im good to sit here and wait
we all know im out of place
we've both changed, so much
but inside im the same
i didnt have to show up,
but i slid for your face
i wish i never learned ur name

but im lying
im glad i helped u kill the time
even tho u killed mine
gimmie 6 days
ill make it worth my life

she thinks here im gna die
please dont let me waste ur time
chilled to the bone,
rotting from the inside.
im not making it back home
but i know that im alive
leave me alone
im still in shambles
i cant see u thru the smokescreen,
but i bet ur looking gorgeous.

ur the only one in my eyelids.
i cant even see you,
but i bet ur looking perfect.
as always
its finally friday.

its getting late (lil nightshift)

if we aint talkin money aint got time to talk
you say you really bout it do you walk the walk
swear that everybody snakes so i aint never caught down
swear that ima get it out lets see muhfuckers talk now

im always still depressed but i still fuck it up
countin paper on the table get my money up
wonder why im never round cause im chasin bucks
its the only thing that matter huh?
only thing that matter

aint got time for no more bitch, aint got time for no more shit
aint got time for no more drama, told me drop em so i did
i aint never been okay cept when im gettin to the racks
only one thing on my mind, im blind to everything, thats facts

if we aint talkin money aint got time to talk
you say you really bout it do you walk the walk
swear that everybody snakes so i aint never caught down
swear that ima get it out lets see muhfuckers talk now

when im manic take advantage of the energy
i might talk my shit, i know ill make a couple enemies
thought i heard you talkin out your neck but you dead to me
aye aye, oowee, im Rowley can't fool me

im Rodrick, cant school me
im mint in new Louis
i stay in the stuwee
im tired, im still moving

get used to new me
cut ties, why you goofin
my pockets too fat
now i walk like im stupid

bipolar EP - 2 - AintGotTime (prod kyotospeak)

i get sent to space, im never here like its no one home when i hit the blunt
why it always gotta be a problem, you dont even know me i dont even stunt
keep it to yourself bitch, for one i ain listen for two i dont give a fuck
God please keep me humble when im winning, wanna keep it buck

i keep it hunnid thowie
only smokin on that Maui
next ride gonna be a Audi
on God, on moms, on gang, on me

watch me cop it just with beats
im a show just take a seat
while im floating on this beat
like i always do

think i give a fuck you would be mistaken
i just live my life and they all faking
every morning i just wake up baking
i get my money while im fucking faded

i get aggressive when i think i wont make it
im doing my best but im still fucking hated
i always stay based no matter what im painted
we're not the same

its part of the game
im going insane
cut off all the snakes
homie you crazy think i know your name

take a step back who is you, you a lame
im chasing the money like moth to a flame
its probably gon kill me i welcome the pain
its probably gon kill me

said i aint gonna make it, man get the fuck up out my vision
ion wanna see you in my sights w your lil stupid ass opinion
i really do this shit but you dont see i carry through the mission
shits impossible but i still do it, so i aint even trippin

im back to old ways
i grind this shit like most days
ask for bands i wont pay
why it aint go both ways

i only fuck with day ones
only ones here when i had nothin
when i was down and when i won
like fuck the fakes, it aint even funny

bipolar EP - 3 - Quake (prod kyotospeak)

im drowning in benjamins
but my soul on fire
the more that i get
the more that i stay alone, get higher
i dont fuck with no one
they all fake they some liars
i aim for the bag 
got me feeling like a sniper

bag of bankroll
but my heart still feeling empty
stacking paper 
but my heart still feeling heavy
smoke it out 
but still the vibe aint never steady
dont fuck my mood, dont come around
why you be so petty bitch

its lonely getting money
when you finally getting something
everybody want a piece
whatd you ever do for me like nothing
everbody always leave
when you down you best believe
now i keep it to myself
now i keep a stick on me

fuck the old me, i move different
still suicidal, but im still with it
if i want it, then ima get it
and if its trouble, then ill will it

give a fuck if im a sinner
God im playing im just used to winning
pray the two-faced out my vision

fuck out my face with that fake shit
it make me go crazy, go ape shit
need to taste your own medicine
open up wide take a dose of yourself how it taste bitch

i stay on my work it go crazy
yall aint know how to rock cause you lazy
i stand on my business im based

im drowning in benjamins
but my soul on fire
the more that i get
the more that i stay alone, get higher
i dont fuck with no one
they all fake they some liars
i aim for the bag 
got me feeling like a sniper

bipolar EP - 4 - burning (prod kyotospeak)

im sorry im not enough

I'M BACK.

Biggest Inspo rn: $uicideboy$ and Lil Peep frfr

im sorry im not enough

3O2

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