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ART 4

Sir Slappington

Domicile 

Catch me outside what yah wanna do?

Feel the bugs in my skin write my ass looney tune

Write my ass ah..

Listen,

I'm in my domicle aka my prison

Listen,

Too far in denial to try to  listen

Move some racks out

Gotta clean

That boi a rap star

He got a dream

Move any faster

 I cause a scene yeah

Think I lost control

 lost my function

Only way to rap is with that sauce on my tongue bitch

This dat fuck shit

Nigga fuck it

Ain't no coming back 

Run it back

Understand

That is mask

Is my last

Way to communicate

Out the gate

Its too late 

Tryna vacate the fuckin area

Ship yah homie back through the cheapest fuckin carrrier

Domicle

Nigga don't worry about me

Couldn't give a fuck

You ain't fuckin with me

Nigga don't worry about me

I'm up on my grind

Yeah this a bad timing

If I said I'm good then I'm lying

Stack a couple hundreds then i'm fine den

Think I tried a hundred damn times and

A thousand attempts

Won't leave exempt from

You

I got resent

I want you dead 

I want revenge for you

I'm at my best

Im at worst

And i;m endin up hurt

For you

Think you up to somethin

Think I need to go away

Took my need to care

Careful dont get carried the fuck away

You ain't worth the fight

Why you worried bout

Where have I been

I've been livin life

Wonderin bout where the time went

Factory default

How people

Would you die on your feet for

How many people

Know we are people

What do you bleed for

What do you bleed for Factory default

How people

Would you die on your feet for

How many people

Know we are people

What do you bleed for

What do you bleed for

What Do You Bleed For (Prod.98loud)

Lyrics:

Bitch these lies is lookin vacant

Writin down shit so my future self can get to the final destination

But I ain't got no patience 

Killed my motivation

By the fuckin Mayans man that how I'm gonna..

Now I ain't no fuckin lyricist  

Just that starin at the mirror shit

If I  can get this life together   

Trust you ain't be hearin shit

That beef will put you out of  business 

better of just searin it

Fuck a nigga fearin it

Get up off my ass

Imma make a whole career of it

Gotta lung full of smoke

Gotta head full of dope

I got demons in my closet

And they looking for a host

I got 10 more days

Better look both ways

For I end up on the gram

Make ah brand new craze

You ain;t shit

Bitch get outta my way gotta hit that lick

Man one of these days im get that list

Give a fuck what you say imma take that risk

Imma end up in haze off that Szechuan mist

Imma runnin like a motherfuckin up to something

Gotta big stick so a mother fucka up and coming

I don't need no Labels

That's some fairy tales and fables

I ain't giving up shit

Bitch I'll build the chair and the fuckin tables

(And the fuckin tables)

Bitch these days are gettting darker

As im starting to realize ain't no point in tryin harder

and harder

and harder

I guess I'm never satisfied 

Till I reach this 

Stupid little

Perfection that I have in mind

All these fuckin people that I met

All these goals I set

All these holes that I let grow

Won't steal the show

But the pauses in the conversation

Let people see the displacement I have with my own destination

Bitch I'm gone

I'm tired of going along

With other people's plans 

So that I get along

Am I wrong?

Am I fucking wrong for

Thinkin about myself 

Burn that bridge witha song 

Bitch Im gone

Yeah Im way fucking gone

And i'm driftin in to space when I loaded up the bong

Yeah my stay here ain't long

Gotta put in all the work

Gotta put it in a song

What I got I let em see

Think I have dependency

Of what people think

And I'm gassed up off that rage just a little bit of jealousy

Brothers turn to enemies

Niggas call me distant

When I'm switchin up that energy

Niggas best remember me

Niggas off that Hennessey

Its been far too long

Since I've cried

Yeah I'm dead asleep

Turnna blind eye

Bet that shit is gettin deadly

I love so hard

I let em take what was left of me

All that shit that I could have had

(Only hoes finish last

When I step up on stage

Everybody textin back

Leave my body in the bath

I way to lost to matter

If its up to me

Put my head up on a platter) X2

Vacant

Way Too High - TYC x RICKY
Prod. by Soul
Vocal engineering by officialrickyproductions

Way Too High - TYC x RICKY

Whole lotta fakes

I just been thinkin bout one of of these days

Whole lotta fakes

Whole Lotta fakes

I just been thinkin the fuck is my fate

Whole lotta fakes

Ride round shit till my wheels fall off

And I need about a sec 

See my body on the stretcher

I'm been floatin 

Only fittin that I get hauled off  

I got countless 

numbers of the copes

Just to make it through the day

Try to put it in my work 

But I still feel same

Try to put it in the dirt

I can take it to my grave

Try to slow up with the drugs

But it all be in vein

Whole lotta fakes

I just been thinkin bout one of of these days

Whole lotta fakes

Whole Lotta fakes

I just been thinkin the fuck is my fate

Whole lotta fakes

Whole lotta fakes

I just been thinkin bout one of of these days

Whole lotta fakes

Whole Lotta fakes

I just been thinkin the fuck is my fate

Whole lotta fake shit

Call me when I make it

Body goin numb

And my soul is goin vacant

Niggas call me trife

I don't put up with defacement

Pop a fuckin bottle

SoI can put up with the faces

Stop

With the riddlin

High 

Off the Ritalin

Sacrifice my life

Just so I can fucking live again

I might sin again

I might win it then

Whats the fucking cost of freind

If I reach a millions?

WHOLE LOTTA

Dead people in my room

TWO MINUTES

Your friendly neighborhood laundry bin

>.> <,<

WHOLE LOTTA

Bin Face

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