WHAT THE FUGCK BRO YALL K!!!!!///3D this shit

I'M TRYNA SPEND MY FUCKING LIFE INSIDE A SOLO CUP

was just re-listening to slit wrist by this gentleman, glad to hear he still got this sauce, he carried my 2019 alongside spider gang

TOO BAD [PROD. NOVAFLED]

EENIE MEENIE (W/ CXRPSE, KYLE SLOW, LVST, JAMES GORCZYCA, ROADDAWG, SNIPZTEA, BRUHMANEGOD)

ft @ssjcxrpse + @jamesgorczyca1
prod. @sybyr

LYRICS: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nz7NLlJKF6E

lack of function (ft. CXRPSE & JAMES GORCZYCA) (prod. Landfill)

SOMETHING ON THE WAY JUST OVER THE HORIZON

LINEUP:
@JAMESGORCZYCA1
@C3OF
@SSJCXRPSE
@LVSTFORPAIN
@SNIPZTEA

PRODUCTION BY @LUCYWYNTERS & @JAMESGORCZYCA1
ART BY @JAMESGORCZYCA1

OVER THE HORIZON / FOLLOWING THE SMOKE

feeling a world away
in cematary light where i could lay
feel a lil alive maybe one more day
maybe feel the sun for a couple days
but i feel

nothing at all in fact
the feeling alone gives me heart attacks
and tell me whats the point of taking all my time
i wonder if you feel alive
feel alright
coming down

--

bury me
underground.
and i
 
(whats the point of fucking, bury me.)

Bury Me

Bitch im real like a tupac hologram

Playing on a Coachella stage for all his fans

Shut it down and the crowd does the “floride stare”

Its the sound of a 100,000 stories shared



And the growth exponential

Cosine this wave on top im adjacent

In the box i was placed in

In the facility built by the AI masons

Cooking up hits in my ghost kitchen

Deep fake this funk when i post an image

You can’t see it you don’t read it

You ain’t noticin in it

We parasocial you

Codependent 

Your sold

(Shut up and take my money)

Copacetic

The code know

Your credit

To go broke

Get ready to be bought

If you know you know

Amenities in your home

Gifted to you as prose

Will grift you with hidden cons

Buying dope but they gave you fent

Got you hooked at your expense

Microplastics in my cup

Getting faded off these

Drugs made in a dactory

Thats packaged for consumption

 im in love

Put your hands up if you an NPC

With an NPD

Your the MVP

Put your hands up if you an NPC

With an NPD

Cause you wouldn’t get me

Put your hands up if you an NPC

With an NPD

Your the MVP

Put your hands up if you an NPC

We all NPCs 

In this VIP

NPC


Editing my image

Your in it cropped

In the metaverse

Changing my avatar

Modding the game

Take away my flaws

Pause

Influencing everything you are

Bitch this not art

Bitch its on the charts

Bitch im just a number

Getting tracked across the board 

You can’t afford me

Inventory

Bitch im one ken on the shelf

Of fourty









Python

Programmed socialite

MK Coin buy 

Anything i like 

I got money in the bank

And its made of light

Im off white

Cause i write 3%

Of my life

It look bright

Edge of the tunnel in sight



Im the main character i decide

Whose an NPC who should live or die

If you an NPC put your hands up all right

buy my beats @ beatstars.com/beamygod $30 lease $100 exclusive

LYRICS:

I JUST WALKED INSIDE THE PARTY FEEL LIKE YARRI GOT MY GUN ON ME
HALF OF Y'ALL GON' DIE THE OTHER HALF OF Y'ALL STILL FUCK WITH ME
TELL ME SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW ALREADY
BITCH QUIT DUCKING ME
I WAS BTD SO I DON'T GIVE A FUCK 'BOUT NOTHING

BITCH FUCK HOW YOU FEEL
STEPPIN' IN THIS BITCH ALONE LIKE WHAT'S THE DEAL
BITCH FUCK HOW YOU FEEL
I JUST CAME BECAUSE I'M LOOKING FOR A BILL

I'M PUTTIN' HOLES INSIDE Y'ALL CRV THEN WHIPPIN' THAT BITCH BACK INSIDE THE SHOP AND GET IT FIXED FOR ME
NEXT TIME Y'ALL PUT Y'ALL FUCKING EYES ON ME
THEM WINDOWS TINTED BULLETPROOF THE BODY FAGGOT FUCK WITH ME
I DON'T KNOW NOBODY NAME
BITCH PICK A LANE
AND KEEP Y'ALL FUCKING FOOT OFF MINE NOBODY GOTTA DIE TODAY
TWO HUNDRED FIFTY FOR A CONVERSATION
Y'ALL DUMB AS FUCK Y'ALL KNOW Y'ALL CAN'T REPLACE ME
I BURNT THAT BITCH UP IT'S A CELEBRATION
MAKE SURE HIS MAMA CAN'T GO SEE HIS FACE
PUT YOU TO SLEEP IT'S NO MORE NOTHING BITCH

BITCH FUCK HOW YOU FEEL
STEPPIN' IN THIS BITCH ALONE LIKE WHAT'S THE DEAL
BITCH FUCK HOW YOU FEEL
I JUST CAME BECAUSE I'M LOOKING FOR A BILL
X2

(I DON'T HAVE CXRPSE'S LYRICS FIGURE IT OUT)

NICOTINE W/ CXRPSE [PROD. FONY WALLACE & OLLIEYEAHH]

PACIFIST W/ YUNG FLEX [PROD. MICHAEL LINK]

lyrics:

fuck NYPD man they can suck my dick
tunnel vision equipped
since i jumped in this bitch
fuck it i got my business straight pause it and let me demonstrate
bitch it's nothing to celebrate fuck them hours you dedicate

put your whole life in it
wrap it up in packages and ship it when they ask for it
bitch i never been wrong once 
and fuck whoever you trust 
keep setting y'all selves up
everybody you love gon' fuck you over eventually
eyes in the back of your head keeping me steady we,
really couldn't do shit 'bout it but keep breathing
check on everybody that's still a part of your team man

i sell my soul and my energy and my memories combined
just to walk back time
do it better get it right
fuck it finish a track and keep it pushing whatever
i get the worst from my people i'm never hoping i see you



darkest room that i been in was me and a hundred people
i can't do nothing about it if y'all decide that i'm evil
tired of feeling see through
feel like you dying?
me too
refuse to spend the rest of my years apologizing so dammit fuck you
i can't be what you want me to be
i'll never spend a hundred years doing something to please
somebody living in my soul blackening heart with disease
and make me feel like i'm nothing because i couldn't believe
that everybody in my corner got intentions that's pure
i seen the track record sour and it's nothing to cure
whatever's left of what my trust was
feelin' i should buck up
if i'm the one that's fucked up
then everybody's fucked son

SOUR [PROD. SKOTSKR]

lyrics:

sue me for all the samples
just wanted someone to listen to me
way to talk without being visible me
and who you see when you look at me not the same
ten toes trippin im victim to every game
admittedly switched up,
when living isn’t enough,
if that wasn’t fucked up,
no pieces for picking up
consider who clean it up ‘for you pull the trigger and tuck
and that fact of that on its own sprout grudges because i’m stuck

im dead wrong
i been it since i jumped on
anxiety eat me up over a phone call
i’m shaking and waking up when the sun isn’t out
can’t remember the last time i tried talking it out
i got old friends,
i used to call my blood
i seen the news about em its twisting inside my gut
might as well be dead how the drugs is eating him up
i don’t wanna see him in person it’s bad enough

i got bottles and cheap distractions bought for comforting me
you not poppin me over instagram you stuck here with me
if you breathing above the dirt and don’t feel lucky to be
then it’s half of me that could feel you but it’s touchy to see
cause its fifty percent of walking on this planet that’s nothing
forty percent on top of that that make you feel something
if part of that make you sick and ninety still didn’t cut it
then it’s ten percent you could love about it made out of money

i’m not the type to talk
unless it’s liquor in me
i’m thanking god for skot
i’m thanking god for beamy
every time that i text him james send it back in a minute
if matt and jack wasn’t with me, ill leave that part omitted
if i ain’t had jay on my team then id be dead already
and kendrick still don’t how much he helped me feel less empty
my dad my biggest fan i love him more than anybody
if i ain’t get you in this verse know that you still my family

OLD FRIENDS [PROD. SKOTSKR]

@cult-international

produced by me if not otherwise stated

NY

PACIFIST W/ YUNG FLEX [PROD. MICHAEL LINK]

BLCKK

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