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Untitled Playlist

tracklist

0:00 3g allin 
(prod starboyrob + meat computer)

2:01 terms of service 
(prod blackwinterwells)

4:17 portal 
(prod 4evr + taylor morgan)

6:57 sleepless night 
(prod starboyrob + prodbyace + prodmali + meat computer)

9:11 basement living 
(prod hunterbeats + meat computer)

12:00 what lsd actually feels like 
(prod baredex)

13:43 channing kratom 
(prod flashbang + goosc + meat computer)

15:52 i'll b okay 
(prod flashbang + deceased + meat computer)


cover art by hood winkler + meat computer

goop computer

goop Computer (tape w/ kirblagoop)

BOOM

EPITOME

EPITOME (prod. by Natsu Fuji)

#Shakey #drugmusic #shakeydrugmusic #imoffthemmfdrugs 
im off them mf drugs

shakey x drug music (im off these mf drugs)

Listen to Damaged on your favorite listening platform.
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He's a ghost
She's a ghost
It's a perfect fit
Hide it all
Never show
What is deep within
Never sleep
Incomplete
Can't compete with it
All the joneses slowly creepin' in
Damaged goods loves damaged goods
Know they shouldn't
Guess they could
There they stood
Misunderstood
Never thought they would get lost in the woods
They're damaged
Damaged
He's a savage
You don't really even know what's happened
Manic
Manic
Seem's she's had it
Baddy dressed up all in black
Satanic
Somehow she has come to thee
Stuck together faithfully
Lost his way cause she can't see that misery loves company

No hate bae
What I wanna say
G A Z would've thrown your ass away
When you wanna fight I'm always ready for debate
Why you always comin' at me sideways
While am acting fine this ain't the columbine
Two pops I'm hella tired
My own senses sentenced see it go bye
The thrill I see it glare in your eyes
Shout
Shout
Scary big and tough
Always making up cuz the fucking's really rough
I'm a masochist
I'm not dragged into this
I guess its all considered my own bliss
Its a two way street I feed into the heat
The abuse is something on repeat
I'm my own to blame
Ring the bells of shame
Living proof that the damned are just damaged

It's evidential
Got a damaged mental
I'm sick in the head
Keep it confidential
Your fucked up ways love to kill potential
Got murder on my mind
I'm feeling vengeful
Stuck in your hurricane
Numbing like novocaine lone in my tomb
Got me counting the days
I'm talking to ghosts and the devils my host
Think he's moving in close to start taking the reigns
Keep a loaded stick by my dick
Got a hundred in the mag
If I aim it up bitch I won't miss
Pull up in the rental with a body and a shovel off
the truffles I think I just had a bad trip
Go get your bucks up
Pussies get roughed up
I'm with your bitch my dick gettin sucked up
Liquor got me moving in slow mo like Robitussin
Pull up on your block with my dawgs and we get
To bussin

Homicide is homicide
Each of us please eat our pride
Heavy with the grudge I'll slide
Hang 'em up in the back fully slashed
Wish she never would of came
Lit the fire
Now the demon swinging steel
Comatose just some more
Silly bitch I hope you feel
Just a single bit of hope
Sample out my madness
River flow with the guts of the
Muthafuckin' foes
Putting up with shit
I care to never come home
Gashes on my back from the torture that you control
Damaged to the point of disrepair
Realistic that my might life will soon disappear

Damaged Feat. MVKO

I Need You Prod. 6houl

Ring around the rosie Prod. 6houl X Inuyasha

Akin to Brandon Lee in the crow 
Nothing to lose homie 
I’m gung-ho 
Feel like three ten to Yuma 
Russell Crowe
No one really know me homie 
I’m a ghost 
Production immaculate 
Three crows
That’s the culprit 
Neurodivergent 
My brain an arena 
That’s hard to quiet
Hella’ Racket in my attic 
Havin trouble 
Tryna unpack it 
Hella’ judgement came from people like a pulpit 
Washed my hands clean of these morons 
Like Pontius Pilate 
Retrieval of self 
From the rubble of facade 
Scrutiny came my way 
More than any kind of applause
Feel like the chaperone for my own demise
These lyrics that I spit
Are not a disguise 
Just another entity going through entropy
I am the black sheep
An after thought of everybody

Blast me
Don’t ask me
Why you had to pass me off as a bad piece of work           
I feel sadly
Non sympathetic 
Fuck apologetic
Feelings are joke when you judge me as pathetic
Throw me for a loop
Think you know the truth
Try to make a claim against my mother fuckin’ troop
Three fuckin’ crows that flew the chicken coop
Hunting for a punk mother fucker on the stoop 
This is just another crows anthem
Another mine waiting
Gaz and Dot had to plant um’
Lyrics are exploding from the brain
Hear the shrapnel
Mother fuckers try to talk shit then we nab um’
Lastly I don’t give a fuck what happens
Leave me in a ditch dead in a dark casket
Call me crazy case
I’m a basket
Cause I don’t give a fuck what you pussies gotta say
Ya I’ve mother fuckin’ had it

Killer image drippin’ from the top
Holes in my head
Black Ink in my skin
Images of the dead
Despite what you see
There’s a mind of a G
Fuck it I’m a say it
G A Z
You be fucking with the realest
Matter of fact
Keep your two cents
Hold your breath
Don’t forget to exhale 
Better yet
Suck up the negative shit in your mouth
Choke on it
No way to let it all out
Maybe next time think before you feeling all stout
Motherfucker was an outlaw
Hands cuffed
Riding in the back of cop cars
Flip the script 
Twelve years
Six figures 
That’s a trip 
Life long mentors even had their doubts on
Your only enemy isn’t me
Exquisitely said 
I rose from the dead
With a corpse and my crows
Murderin’ in the grove
When the fucking foes
Start droppin’ to the floor
That’s your cue to turn around and go

Fuck it
I wet you up
Thinking I won’t 
Conversations been had 
And the judgement is doom 
Cut myself from the womb
The fuck you thinking I do 
Mother fuck you 
And your punk friends too 
Three crows cawin’ at the bag filled with bad shit 
8corpses slide out the back with the hatchet 
Silly mother fuckers over the top
You’re a spastic 
Ain’t no one killing shit the way we do
No open casket 
Lend all my achievement to the man who not facetious 
Passed the big three oh and never felt more like breathing 
Can’t fuck it up
Stand with no crutch 
I never know when to give up 
My site is set and definitely 
The boys and me to the end 
Three O D

Misreflection Feat. 8corpses

Make It In My Shoes Prod.Geeohs x Ivsir

its 12pm on a Saturday afternoon you're hungover in the middle of the coffee shop and you hear  the golden words "WHAT CAN I GET FOR YOU"

The newest sounds coming from the basement 9 minutes of beats and flips. enjoy //
produced by: blue hands
art work by: @ trusted_future on instagram

WHAT CAN I GET FOR YOU (BEAT TAPE)

Blue Hands