24 Degrees [prod. by Rose Beats]

Dusty (Tau's Version)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOCHiarFiQs&ab_channel=UnknownInstrumentalz

The Winds of Winter

Chills

Middle Class Kingpin

Lost It

Coach

Had It Made

Morning Commute

LIMITLESS (feat. TauSoDope)

^Christian / Pulisic^

^Glizzy / Righteous^

Looking to blend together elements of Frank Ocean's "Thinkin Bout You" and Blink 182's "Dammit," A-Lux delivers an upbeat break-up track that's sure to have you reminiscing about past love.

Lyrics: 

A tornado flew around
My room before you came
Excuse the mess I made
I'm usually not this crazy
Know I raised my voice
I said I wouldn't shout
I know I made you cry, but
Bitch, you got me crazy
Why you runnin' round
With some other guy
I know it, don't deny
My memory ain't that hazy
Think you should move out
I know we should move on
I'm hating this right now
And you gon' miss me, baby

You'll be thinkin' bout us
Yeah yeah
You'll be thinkin' bout us
Yeah yeah yeah
You'll be thinkin' bout us
Oh my god
Be thinkin' bout us

It's alright to tell me
What you think about me
I won't try and argue
Or hold it against you
I know that you're leaving
Must have your reasons
The season is calling
The pictures are falling down
The steps that I retrace
The sad look on your face
The timing and structure
It's fucked up, it's fucked up
A day late, a buck short
Writing the report
On losing, and failing
I'm falling, I'm flailing now 
You'll be thinkin' bout us
Yeah yeah
You'll be thinkin' bout us
Yeah yeah yeah
You'll be thinkin' bout us
Oh my god
Be thinkin' bout us

^Thinkin' / Bout / Us / Dammit^ - Single

^Thinkin' / Bout / Us / Dammit^

LYRICS: 

Dime sack in the pocket, ah ah
Ten pennies for the gossip, ah ah
Freestyle a couple topics, ok
Bank slip, lemme make these deposits

Looking at these posers, they all washed up, chopped up
I'm like Ryan Leaf, but I ain't locked up, bet that
Shawty feeling sweet like I'm chocolate, I topped it
Playing for the team, but you bet that I don't sweat that
Hard drive, new rhymes, second semester
I'm like Lil Baby goin' harder than ever
Cheez-It's in my mouth, but my mind on the cheddar
She be Maradona way she giving these headers
Rub my Buddha for good luck but the boy don't really need it
Man, fuck my old music cuz this shit gon' supersede it
They call me Steve Nash, MVP, I'm gon' repeat it
She call me White Zeke cuz the boy just out here eatin'
I'm just warming up, I ain't even seen my ceiling
I just smoked a couple so I'm chillin' by the ceiling
Last time I checked, I got streams in New Zealand
And every girl I meet gon' be stuck in her feelings

Dime sack in the pocket, ah ah
Ten pennies for the gossip, ah ah
Freestyle a couple topics, ok
Bank slip, lemme make these deposits

New stack, they be burnin' my pockets
Jackie Moon, I done hoop like the Tropics
And I work, know the stu is the office
I heard your tape dawg, you still a novice
Get the bag, like it's deep in the closet
She be sucking dick like your brother in the closet
I be Axe Cap way I'm seeking these profits
And I keep it straight, I ain't catching that audit
I be Patty Mahomes, light you up, I'm in the zone
And she hitting my phone, Imma make her hold the moan
I be throwing stones while your house still getting blown
And I just hit the plug, dropped the weed of with a drone
I just passed my class, and then I fucked your mama
Droppin' bombs, like I'm Osama
Making 44, call me Obama
I see future me stacking these commas

Dime sack in the pocket, ah ah
Ten pennies for the gossip, ah ah
Freestyle a couple topics, ok
Bank slip, lemme make these deposits

Bank slip, lemme make these deposits
I be, uh, thinking 'bout the profits
And I'm, feeling like a profit, Muhammad
But you can't really document my image either, bitch
Cuz fuck you, I don't wanna get fired from my job
Working 95, nine-to-five, I think
Whatever that shit is, yeah, aye

BANK SLIP

LYRICS: 

Skrrt skrrt
Ice, Ice
Ooo, ooo
Skrrt skrrt
Ice, Ice
Ooo, ooo
Skrrt skrrt

Yeah, yeah, aye
Asian bitch, in my whip, boutta take her out
We got Haitian food in my mouth, we don't chase no clout
We be in her crib, got her friends, boutta turn 'em out
That Caucasian bitch, at my house, said she from the South
Yeah she said she want some snow, said she drip it on the bowl
She don't snort it off the table, in the bathroom she gets stoned
Said her dad is Roger Stone, said she fuck with Donald Trump
Put that sheet across her face and then I bust one on her rump, yeah

We be fuckin' fuckin' fuckin', I don't ever stop for nothing
I gave her both my inches, think I'm fucking up her plumbing
I skateboard to her crib cuz I won't ever take an Uber
I be pumping pumping pumping, gave her all of my maneuvers
Said she went to UNL, said she grew up by the corn
Said she always go to church but in the back we watching porn
Said she wantin' that Dior, bitch you finna get a Walmart shirt
She don't understand, I be Skateboard P, skrrt skrrt

Asian bitch, in my whip, boutta take her out
We got Haitian food in my mouth, we don't chase no clout
We be in her crib, got her friends, boutta turn 'em out
That Caucasian bitch, at my house, said she from the South
Yeah she said she want some snow, said she drip it on the bowl
She don't snort it off the table, in the bathroom she gets stoned
Said her dad is Roger Stone, said she fuck with Donald Trump
Put that sheet across her face and then I bust one on her rump, yeah

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