THIS IS GONNA BE A COLD OCTOBER PRODUCED BY REXPY

Under Your Spell

NIVEK FFORHS - Missing Textures

prod by antonio ( www.soundcloud.com/xantonio )

Bones - HDMI (Prod. by Antonio)

autopsy my body cut out my heart then burn me

BUCKSHOT & FAKEMINK - FEVER
PRODUCED - OSCAR18 + GRIMOIRE
MIXING - GABRIEL SCHUMAN

You know im cold but Im hot got a fever
Puttin Tris in a Crush 2 litre
we got Yay come Fluffy like Bunny
Blood on my Givenchy tee 
nose runnin
Im w Buckshot summertime driving hot outside
so we gotta keep tha top off
Up now but u kno I still buss shots
high grade they like wait let me cop some 


ye yea

swear to god I live in Kate moss moments 
Had it in my hands but it fumble when I hold it 
Under city lights, moving out of frame
West Village bitch, but she won’t stay the same
Bones too sharp, skin stays tight
Breath too slow from a long last night
Heart too fast and my chest gets tight 
crying out my name with tears in her eyessssss


Q FOR THE FIFTY TWENTY FIVE EIGHTH
she cute n she miss me callin me bae
but i aint got time bich im married to the game
fast fast life man im loving this pace


Every leap of faith of fall
Fade away into the Curtain call 
I found god in the Bathroom stall 
Forgive my sins, pray to Saint Laurent 


You know im cold but Im hot got a fever
Puttin Tris in a Crush 2 litre
we got Yay come Fluffy like Bunny
Blood on my Givenchy tee 
nose runnin
Im w Buckshot summertime driving hot outside
so we gotta keep tha top off
Up now but u kno I still buss shots
high grade they like wait let me cop some
You know im cold but Im hot got a fever
Puttin Tris in a Crush 2 litre
we got Yay come Fluffy like Bunny
Blood on my Givenchy tee 
nose runnin
Im w Buckshot summertime driving hotoutside
so we gotta keep tha top off
Up now but u kno I still buss shots
high grade they like wait waitwait

Goooood doooope
no feelings
I’m so high call me the Celing 
Balenciaga bag full of whispers n pills
Dior on the dresser I got blood on the bills
Up down sideways but I’m falling backwards 
Pop a painkiller oxycodone with a Xanax 
I was on the runways I was out in Paris 
Now i dont even leave the House im Embarrassed


recorded November 6th 2024

BUCKSHOT & FAKEMINK - FEVER (PROD. OSCAR18 + GRIMOIRE)

astral isolation - snctm

Clams Casino - All I Need

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[VERSE 1: YUNG $CARECROW]

Locked in my room
Four black walls
Tie the noose
No recall
No resolve
Fuck withdrawal
Rather shoot up till I fall
Murder on call with the 59
Twenty years and it seem like a lifetime
I been hanging everyday from a lifeline
While these fuckers had a dinner every night time
Smo-smokin that dope off the foil let me ball
Hoe please don't call
Don't fuck with ya'll
Spray paint the walls
With blood and whatever
Drag you outside let you rot in the weather
I don't think I can explain any better
I'm $carecrow the terror
I live for the lesser
My birth was an error

[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]

i am the lord of loneliness
i'll hold my breath
just spoke with death
he said he hopes for the best
told him i'm roping my neck
then I woke up choking from the hole in my chest
somehow i manage to function and hope
every day got a lump in my throat
that's them pills swallowed whole
smoke a blunt and then fuck all these hoes
end up humping they throat
get the fuck away from me
i hate all of you faithfully
this world was never made for me
thankfully I'm trained to see
passed all the lies, the ranks, the scenes
i'll shank my knees then walk the plank and freeze

ANTARCTICA

[VERSE I: RAINDROP WALKA]

another day waiting for death
everyday that i waste on my list of regrets
so i tell myself "it's okay. day after next we'll make all these arrangements to change. you can better yourself."
i know i'm wasting my breath as i inhale
i know i'm escaping my death as i inhale
i can't recall why i'm suffocating
my lungs are failing

[VERSE II: LIL CUT THROAT]

Step into the mind of a cut-throat
Empty streets
cold weather
all alone
Blackness
grey air, just snow
Feelings low
being followed by crows
call list overflowed with hot lines
Drug help, mental, suicide
Feel tired, feel dried and you wanna die
Pride fried, closed eyes and you start to cry
Swear I spent a lifetime trying to get it right
Still isolated, still out of sight
Keep my dreads swinging like they in a fight
I just wanna kill everyone in sight
Take the money, take the bitches, take the drugs, take the gold
Baby, let me decompose
Never names said more shade spit
I'ma see you one day, that’s a promise

astral isolation - snctm

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