myself

0:00 CHOP! - solo
1:15 To move on - me + @prodspill
2:21 Spellcaster - me + @misoo74
3:39 En route - me + @lllovbug
4:32 SECRET - solo
5:40 FRAME - solo
6:52 Sleek - me + @lllovbug
7:58 F - me + @lllovbug
9:02 CHIMERA - solo
10:14 MEADOW - solo
11:32 What you do to me - me + @45avast
12:54 Perfect - me + @chltr + glass3
14:10 REFRAIN - solo
15:08 Breakthrough - me + @cavitnak
16:11 Rainy days - me + @1alx
17:12 Running - me + @prodspill
18:17 Together - me + @misoo74
19:20 FREE FOR ALL - solo
20:40 COME WITH ME - solo
21:53 DRIFT AWAY - solo
23:11 Throwing shade - me + @prodspill
24:33 Pill bottle - me + @cavitnak
25:49 Heaven can wait - me + @lullaby
27:06 Your corrupt soul - me + @lullaby
28:28 Leave me alone - me + @lullaby
29:41 Eerie - me + @yungstarbeam
31:09 SUNLIGHT - solo
32:17 BUILT LIKE GLASS - solo
33:25 TULIP - solo
34:33 GAWR - solo
35:40 Sainthood - me + @20047351+ @epictina

i - @misoo74 @beam @spill @avast @cavitnak @4beijing @glxss @1sana @lovbug @alx @tina @04

my vision

lyrics:

I be gettin so high
its adrenochrome
ketamine in my leg
im never goin home
what the fuck
where the fuck is even home
even with a map i wouldnt know
i be in the cold
outside in the snow
die so young yeah
i guess we wouldnt know
i turned 30 to a hunnid
in a month
what im at now i cant even-
do what we gotta do
ion say we wanted
make enough
for a double room
off croissants

molly rock so big 
you could purpose
the crazy thing is
that its just one of those
and we got a lot of those
24/7 like a store
YEAH LETS GO!
we got places we can go
we can go!
money everywhere
lets go!
swag is undeniable
its not in your file
anything we touch its us
not a style
you dont even have a style
ion even know why you're around
all these niggas fake like
fuckin clowns

I be gettin so high
its adrenochrome
ketamine in my leg
im never goin home
what the fuck
where the fuck is even home
even with a map i wouldnt know
even with a map i wouldnt know
even with a map i wouldnt know

talking

i cudnt make it make sense if i tried

oo ay 

i don’t wanna stick around 4 u to lov me
out of state, out of mind, miss my homies 
she miss fucking with me, but like that’s the old me
if you knew me back then, you didn’t know me
even when i’m with you betty, i’m still lonely

one blunt and im fucking up the whole thing
two betty’s in the crib and they going
three beers in, i know how it’s going
tell the truth girl, put that shit on 4nem
i can’t wait to get this money and then blow it
Ayy :(

i can’t wait to get this money and then freak it
she a freak ho, ion really need it 
i got pain ima need an orthopedic
with a white girl, got her on her knees yea
off a line in the function, now i’m freezing
k like yea:(

and you know i’m rlly posted with the whole gang
serve it up, all that gas, jus like post-mates
and she want me, gotta tell her it’s not both ways
i feel bad i feel bad i feel bad
these hoes obsessed with me ever since i stepped in the A
Ayy :(

k like yea i got a mf dinner plate
and now i got the fucking chicken on the dinner plate
i got a sandwich on the stove and i ain’t talking bread
lil bitch i’m talking pape
you know i’m with this bitch
you know i’m doing 85 on the interstate
ay

open up the bag, you know i roll it up, yah
planetzero baby, know i snow it up, yah
swamp city baby, i was wearing crocs yah
really thick betty wanna show me what she on
if i take this upper k like yea i might be gone
eat her up for supper, k like eat her up im gone

Postmates prod miami #NewAdlib #frrrstyle

I tried

Woke Up Crying ft. Drux (methboiswag 1visa)

i've seen you cry in the club
she doesn’t want you I told you
don't get worked up over old news

don’t think I’m ready to go
give me a reason to hold you
I know you seen what I wrote you
and I’m still thinking about you

with ginko outside the showw
and we ain’t breathing no o2
I get sick of the coldd
guess I got sick of the old you
I see that look in your soulll
like you got nowhere to go to
sweaters with cigarette holess
brown paper bag with the soju

feeling like the phantom of the opera
I only do it cuz I miss you something awful
rolling up a 3.5 in the Honda
I’m still tryna find a reason i should call ya
heard your favorite song in the hallway
I don’t text you but I think bout ya all day
i know it’s been a long day
you’ll have a part of me always

i cudnt make it make sense if i tried

At the Bar with a White Girl