It’s that o c e a n a s h 
G l double o m, stay the fuck away
Getting h i g h until I’m in the grave 
B l u n t filled up with an eighth 

Reaper keep on telling me that i gotta die 
Ever since I was a youngin I was feeling dead inside 
Get the blade make a cut and then I gotta blot it dry 
Fuck what they say Im feeling better when im fucking not alive 

I dont wanna talk I didn’t talk until 3 
Still pulling up eating bbq at Tennessee
Remember watching all my shows on the dvd 
Now im cutting sheet after sheet of LSD

Honey Bourbon Backwoods [prod.alexmilano]

FEATURING WAVYLOUII X GUTS
PROD BY DJCONDOLENCES

LIGHTS OFF

red leaning *p lil biscuit

No face no case 
Blunt filled with an eight 
Ocean had to smoke it 
Now he feel emotions late 
Eyes low, dull blade.
Dark thoughts, all day.
Grave deep, I lay.
Rain hit, slow pace 
Creepin’ in the mist, I don’t talk, I just stare,
Steps echo loud, dead silence in the air.
Black hoodie low, with a blade by the waist,
Eyes full of cold, heart gone with no trace.
No light left, just pain in the rearview,
Laugh in the dark death is closer than it appears too.
Midnight calls and the blood don’t sleep,
If I said what I seen, i swear u won’t  believe
I poured the thc in sprite 
Don’t wanna see inside my mind 
Im like a ghost that never died 
I  staring at the ceiling, why?
I don’t sleep i rot where they stood
I ain’t never been fake, I was raised in the woods 
Vision bent 
No intent 
I descent 
Silent vent 
Every day a dark event
Vision bent 
No intent 
I descent 
Silent vent 
Every day a dark event
No face no case 
Blunt filled with an eight 
Ocean had to smoke it 
Now he feel emotions late 
Eyes low, dull blade.
Dark thoughts, all day.
Grave deep, I lay.
Rain hit, slow pace 

Produced by oceanash

No Face No Case

Syrup in the chalice, lean look like rot,
Pentagram circled, why I cannot stop 
Demons playing oujia spelling words that I forgot 
Levitate off my feet, satan has a plot 

Edible make me delay 
I just like floating away 
Text from her left it on Grey
Eyes red, what is today?
Late night ride, no light
Voice in my head wanna fight
I don’t wanna vent, I cave in,
Heat in my chest like Cajun.
Thc sipping
Acid tripping 
Double dipping 
Tabs hit fast Amazon shipping 
Black Sentra whipping 
Middle finger flip in the air
Leave em in stitches I have no care 
Living and missing when I’m in my stare 
Zip the bag and I smoke my share 
Another 3 5 so high there’s no repair like where the fuck the solutions at
Matte black Glock and my cat on my lap 
Fake bitch flock I just had to push em back
Ocean why the fuck you walking like that
Ocean why the fuck you talking like that 
Can’t help it I’m so faded from the gas 
Smoke too much now I’m flat on my back 
weed is loud, silent when I lash 
Mind upside down like a fucking bat 
Blunt in the air like a toast 
Smoke it all away like hope
I don’t wanna see your ghost 
I don’t wanna drive to the coast 
Blunt in the air like a toast 
Smoke it all away like hope
I don’t wanna see your ghost 
I don’t wanna drive to the coast 

Syrup in the chalice, lean look like rot,
Pentagram circled, why I cannot stop 
Demons playing oujia spelling words that I forgot 
Levitate off my feet, satan has a plot 

Produced by oceanash

Real Quick

Appalachian at Sundown