Name: DEATH NOTE (ROBBY_THE_PUNK X LUNACYISDEAD) prod. DUOFACIES by LUNACYISDEAD
Duration: 2 min 40 s
Description: ROBBY_THE_PUNK X LUNACYISDEAD

tox!c</3.m4a (goth bitch!) [unmastered]

ATHLETE         (prod gr!m)

ANARCHIST COOKBOOK

you may think lowly of me i think even lower
collapsing from the weight that is pressed against my shoulder
everyday passes i dread getting older
heart like arctic it don’t get much colder
tryna be the change i wanna see but have no courage
my anxiety rids me of the ability to flourish 
haven’t ate in days ive been feeling malnourished 
haven’t slept either i been really fucking sleep deprived

deprived of all emotions except despair i want to die
i cant even do that right trust me i’ve already tried
suicidal failures make me think it’s for some reason
maybe i couldn’t go through with it because i have some meaning

it’s nice to think that way but i know i have no meaning 
looking for a will to live i can’t find none i’ve been pleading
there is no higher power that i’m choosing to believe in
do not resuscitate if i stop breathing

filled with so much hate i kinda love the feeling
content with sorrow happiness isn’t appealing
grown familiar with misery it is all i know
people think that all is well because i fail to let it show
i don’t want your pity or your fake concern 
nobody really cares hard truth to accept 
but once you do you’ll find that isolation is the best
i really hate myself all my life i’ve been a mess

i hate myself (prod. taymxru)

BEAST BOY

(Prod. Vlex & damn)
LYRICS :

(MOB2PSYCHO - HOOK)
They been staring conversate like who that in the cut 
I be the one walk in the building they like oh my god it’s mob 
Pussy really thought he had me beat but I came back just to fuck shit up
Like run it up 
bust it up 
40 round glock and I keep it tucked 

(MOB2PSYCHO - VERSE)
Like shit god dam 
Clutch in watch me drift this shit
Going 100 in my lane while she suck my dick 
Finna come up on a bag while I up this blick 
Why u acting like a snitch like riddle me shit
Got him feeling kinda dumb cause I fucked his bitch
Making money from the jump like I sell big bricks
On the mic I’m a flu cause I’m way too sick 
Bitch I’m never gone fold cause I been like this 

(ay, ay)
I’m picking pockets 
I hit and drop em 
Talk shit I pop him 
Swing back then sock him 
Cock back I shot him
Lay flat in coffin
This bitch she gothic
My flow atomic
My girl exotic
Flow supersonic
I get it popping 
Like dam I be sicko 
Headshot get popped like a pimple  
Im a go slide go kill that simple 

Like whoah 
Bitch you a hoe
making my money and rolling up dough 
Fuck up a bag now she liking my flow 
And she talk about love told her get out my home 

No cap this hoe really caked up 
Face up 
Bad lil bitch still pretty with no makeup 
Ace up 
Got a big bank and I’m stacking up paper 
Get it right back got a red beam laser 

(EVER - VERSE)
Wait, tell me again, 
I ain’t heard what you said
Got a spliff to my lips 
And a bottle to sip
I’ve been stuntin’, fuckin’, runnin’ up a couple hunnid thousand
Pockets pushing pounds and often Make a sound of cha-ching
What’s on my wrist
You see baby, ba-bling
Prominent figure 
With prominent figures 
I keep it pushing like a trigger finger
I don’t wanna piece 
Of other’s dinner - 
I want the whole plate
Call up the martians 
To take me away
Go hit the bank and 
Deposit a safe’s worth
I’m in the crib with 
My blunt and my paper
Fuck is you sayin’? 
Bitch stay in yo lane
Call up the martians 
To take me away
Go hit the bank and 
Deposit a safe’s worth
I’m in the crib with 
my blunt and my paper, Mob

(INFINITY - VERSE)
On my way to meet the devil at the crossroads 
I been searching for him ever since I fucking lost hope
Where did the all time go?
I wish that I could make it slow down
It just keeps passing me by
Like a sign on the highway
But I dont ever read them, cuz I’d rather do it my way
My life been a blur, moving way too fast for time frames

Better take a flic, so you can keep it in your minds eye
125 when I ride, like I’m tryna die
Smokin on a big 3.5 in a backwood
Need it, Want it, Did it, Had too
No limitations theres nothing i cant do
Ion wanna fuck with no bitch thats ran through

(oou)
Aint felt like this in a minute
Cookin im whippin im chef in the kitchen
Hop on the track spit it hot like a skillet
Boil the oil then throw in the chicken

(Like everyday mufucka, you ain't even know. It's 301, or nothing.)

(MOB2PSYCHO - HOOK)
They been staring conversate like who that in the cut 
I be the one walk in the building they like oh my god it’s mob 
Pussy really thought he had me beat but I came back just to fuck shit up
Like run it up 
bust it up 
40 round glock and I keep it tucked

DEATH NOTE (ROBBY_THE_PUNK X LUNACYISDEAD) prod. DUOFACIES

LUNACYISDEAD

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