A WAY OUT (alternate version)

Lyrics:

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Shawty pulling up, but I don't like her, she got fake tits
Aye, she got a facelift, come on baby, face it
You don't wanna see the things I'm keeping in my basement
I don't like your kind no way, you tweaking on a vein stick
I just got some tabs, I think I'm bout to take a day trip
Staring at a tree inside the parking lot of Days Inn
Getting too jaded, then I snap and start to break shit
Feeling too sedated, headed home, think I rage quit
Copper tried to pull me over, know that I'mma make this
Ain't no way I'm talking to him, way too medicated
Double up my speed, he ain't expect it, then I fade quick
Flee the scene with a lane switch; shawty waiting
Freaky goth bitch dominate me with a chain whip
Treat me like a dog in a kennel, got me caged in
Pussy too good, best believe that I'mma brave this
She gone try to hex me if I leave, now that's a grave sin
You can't hold me down, I'm overflowing with my greatness
You want beef? I keep my heat, I'm packing out my stainless
Talk is cheap and time ain't free, I'm skipping to the blade hit
Nevermind, nah, I'mma get you with the mage shit
Forgot that I'm a wizard how I'm living so complacent
Hit you with a blizzard, you gon try to run away, bitch
Finger on the trigger, watch me spill yo fuckin brains, bitch
I'mma eat the body and Enola getting framed, bitch

530Mase
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Give me a big titty goth girl and a house in Beverly Hills
And I know I've won
Keep it natural, no modification, but if you hating on me
You'll feel my modified gun
Aye, you ain't put in the work
You tame, and you'll get what you deserve
No way that you gon walk on my turf
No name, but I do know what I am worth
So keep that shit you talking in your own mouth
If I comes out, then I promise you'll get thrown down
High on life I didn't need to fucking blow down
Ask your girl what it feels like when I go down

23blackswannn
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Ten bucks in my pocket, lost it
Needle in my veins, body full of them toxins
Jimmy in the trunk, body chillin in a coffin, bitch
I'm a living concoction
Xans with the liquor got me feeling Kim Dawson
Mud got me sicker, damn, I knew I couldn't cross 'em
Shit's getting weirder, feeling like I'm lost in Austin
(yo where the fuck am I tho?)
Goth bitch on me drunk, yeah, she throwing up
Dick all in her butt while I'm pouring up
Shut the fuck up, bitch, gimme succ
(shut the fuck up, bitch, gimme succ, succy succy, shut the fuck up bitch, gimme succ)

530Mase
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There ain't no single goth bitch in this area cause they're all on my dick
Fuck it

THIS ONE 4 MY GOTH BITCHES! (feat. 530Mase & 23blackswannn)

fuckhead mcgee

THE LAST TIME YOULL EVER HEAR OF LXVERHILLS
I WILL NOW BE RETIRING THE NAME FOREVER SPECIAL THANKS TOO


530MASE (FEATURE)
SLAYDEN (FEATURE)
SHILOHHOLLOW (GAVE ME SOME IDEAS AND RECORDED A FEW SONGS ON HIS MIC)
ALICE GLASS (INSPIRATION)

ALL PRODUCERS WILL BE CREDITED SOON

I CAN FINALLY SEE THE RAINBOW

I wrote this last December with the intention of it being my final song but I never recorded it. finally got it done. adios.

Lyrics:

Geeked up while playing Halo
Double blunt up in the function but you know I stay low
The dungeon is right below, I've been a few times before
You'll reap with what you sow, still weeping about a hoe
Take a minute and free verse, I pull together masterpieces from the dirt
One more track couldn't hurt, I give you your just desserts, jerk
Now watch me go berzerk
Remember that night my sister got twisted off an elixir
Dismembering elderly misters who attempting to play the trickster
Missed her
I stare the devil into his eyes, I tell him it's him or I
I'll be the son of Jesus, bring evil to its demise
Hand in hand with my savior, I'm praying you reach the sky
I pray to reach you in time, I pray to read through the lies
Narcissistic in the prison of your own mind
Pseudo-mystic in the system that you paradigm
False prophets on a mission, they some parasites
Leach your paradise
Go to Paris, nice, get a pair of nice shoes
Sniff this white, dude, hit this ice, fool
We just like you, she might bite you
Trust in Ny-Quil, get your Sprite filled
Pick the right pills or you might get killed
Party time, thrills, roll one tight, chill
I'm the type to murder rape a murder rapist
Eat his face, I leave him brainless
Getting brain from Braden's bitch while Braden's doing meth
Pissing in the cemetery, disrespect the dead
Still alive, making enemies in death
When it's my time, probably be inside my tomb, stoned
Watching old westerns: Tombstone
Eating pizza: Tombstone 
Fuck your bitch on top your tombstone
Graveyard blunts got me giving zero fucks
Give me one more puff then I gotta grow up
I've almost had enough and then I'm giving it all up
I hate the devil's lettuce, I'd be better without this fetish
This evil makes me pathetic, let's get into the semantics
If Jesus were to grant it, I would humbly accept the offer
To blow the fucking brains straight out of Satan's head
The end of days arriving and I'm hoping that I can
Evil make me deceitful and undeservingly regal
My body is dying off, my spirit touched by the cross
I hear it within this song, I'm knowing that death is long

I'm knowing that death is long
I'm knowing that death is long
I'm knowing that death is long
I'm knowing that death is long

Said it must be the drugs that got me thinking crazy shit
Libra baby got me feeling like my wig was split
Roll another zig, soon enough I'll be dead
Can't you tell with these dots on my head?
I said it must be the drugs that got me thinking crazy shit
Looking up into the clouds where the angels sit
Blessings from above, otherwise I'd be dead
That's why I wear this cross 'round my neck

It must be the drugs
I said it must be the drugs
I said it must be the drugs
I said it must be the drugs
I said it must be the drugs
I said it must be the drugs

y'all want some horrorcore? // DEATH IS LONG



Past The Wudz (Intro) Feat. Big Rube [3:01]

(D. Curry, R. Morin, B. Chatman, R. Bailey, B. Watt)

Produced by Rem for Wapcon Publishing LLC

Co-Produced by Poshstronaut

Bass played by Brady Watt

Recorded by John Shullman at House of Dreams Studios - Miami, FL

Mixed by Lino Martinez at The Brewery Recording Studio - Brooklyn, NY

I'm Sorry - Album Version

530Mase

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