Flags

ch2rms - crying

check da inchessssssssss

[i did this to myself]

haven't made shit in a minute what it do
haven't made shit in a month what the fuck
take a break from myself that's the truth
i'm tryna lay low how do i trust
i already told you everything i knew if you want more info catch a fucking clue
you can put two and two together they don't fuck with you
put 2 and 2 together 4 the shit i do
why start a journal if i cant write
why try to write if i cant think right
same 4 thoughts in my head at night
hands so tired from the shit i try to fight
8 hour shift and it's driving me insane 
but i need that fucking bag so what else can i say

yea i do this to myself x4

cant hop on instagram brain too programmed
eyes sinking deeper i feel the reaper

yea i do this to myself x4

only tell one friend how im really feeling
fuck the whole world cus i don't really need it

yea i do this to myself x4

when i look at you i cant really feel myself
im dependent on a feeling i can get from no one else

yea i do this to myself x4

[doves]

didn't know you well what’s the play
what's a hook to a fish, it’s the bait
i showed too you much push away
spoke too much im afraid
did you really put much thought into this?
did i really think id end up like this?
i know you don't need me right now
to you it's just another night out
tried a new life and see what's it about
put you on a pedestal and you'll leave without a doubt
and i'm running out of topics we should talk it out
yea i stress over shit but you don't live in my house
i don't know shit about you 
you could take my life away
you could put me in a drink and not remember yesterday 
i was asking how's your day
it just doesn't feel the same
now you probably think i'm lame
yea i know im really lame
yea i know im miles away
yea i know it doesn't change
call and you don’t pick up
yea was i stupid dumb?
i don't know how you do it cus the feeling sucks
i'm not built for this life i got too much
i'm a pigeon your a crow where's the fucking dove
and i'm fighting of these thoughts n they like to shove

[death by car]

why'd you have to tell me that
preciate the honesty but now i'm in an overcast
put a fake front have to ask
why you don't open up? why you don't like to dance?
maybe i should run it back
play it in my head so that i could get a heart attack
thinking of the options and the things i could've said to you 
everything i said was my fault and it's my issue
i can't boss up
everytime i try to get up i just fall down
pieces of my brain that i just wanna rip apart
living with my grief i just wanna have death by car
can i really live by myself?
can i have one day without any help?
can i walk outside without feeling scared?
can i have one day where you really cared? 

what's the point sitting down and feeling like this
spent the whole fucking just thinking about shit
what the fuck bro i don't even wanna speak to your ass
i'm just chilling in the fucking crib not getting any cash
i'm so fucking sick and tired of living in this shitty ass city
i'm sick of people fucking walking around like shits pretty
sick and tired of the way my brain wires itself
slap me in the face just fucking tell me to kill myself
i act the fucking way i do because i don't fucking love myself

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d.o.p.e

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vkei🟪(prod. me)

LEDs w yens

made by ain iv


golden on my wrist it looks like piss

i be smokin gas im off that chronic 
im tryna get to these coins jus like i was sonic 
walkin wit the belt i got that knife im in a bonnet
ion even think i just go yea im jus droppin 
i feel like bin ladin im jus in the cave gettin rakeez wit my dawgs man

ain - fee

black dahlia heroin bum 
you're giving me track marks baby
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PRODUCTION: @thaartistt
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ARTWORK: blvrrimg
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[1]
I
panic in the bathroom, so I flip the blade and slash the throat. A
bad apple, I'm mad at you, so I rip you out, the trash you're thrown
Bastards. Another every season's got me weeping in the
road. No control, I grab my face, 'n' I put my emotions in a
Choke hold. Pass the blunt, but only if it's dipped or else I won't
snatch it up. Lil tragic, but I need the extra power inside the
gas I puff. Yuh, this shit's just addict stuff, so please no asks or whats, cuz
I am on a different planet than you faggots just
Shut it & go, blood on my clothes. "We'll be lovers", see me 
once 'n' then go, your jacket act as my battle flag, 'n' we both
punching our domes. Arteries ruptured after witness of that 
hazardous note. Lies to my face, a pattern I've known
Acid. Hexagonal. Need euthanasia, pass the bowl of which it's
contents are literal gas, a harder cabby. Hit the 
magic pole. I know he had to go, and so I'll
rack the colt backwards and blast. My outfit: your coat, oh.
[2]
.
Oh, golly. I just know that god loves me; he 
screams it when he fucks me like a highway-side druggie. Stopped the 
push back, Stockholm rocking, like the contents of my 
body when he dumps me. Pulling out my nerves to feel 
something. Bobby pin I use, I press the end up in my 
wrist 'n' get it gushing. Homies turn to dust, and now
it's so fucking hard to be bumbly. I may as well just
give in, turn my brain to dropped slushie. Go back:
rumination I've been facing, haze up in my program, there's a
bubble in my weed vape, 'n' I need it when I slow dance
Slow dance with machete that be shaking in my cold hands
Cloud be my abraxas, I preach of it to masses. In
abstract antics underneath these jazz track rips, I'm 
screaming in the adlibs, an SFX master. I'm
making incantations; that's a Hazereth pastor. 
Un-
-diagnosed schizo, mini Jaydes, but less violence. 
Hi-fi, but it lo-fi, like what the pite is it?
Tab of acid under my tongue with great timing.  
ISIS within my mind, it's the purple lighting.
Great brightness, you can't fight it, but 
why try it? Cuz this Haze is so amazing, 
nothing like it. "Cloud!" up on my spray in Xen,, fighting.
Vibing. Flight to Cybercafe, you know CJ be the pilots.

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how i feel

Uncle Ruckus

Featuring https://soundcloud.com/kaiden-loves-football123

Prod by me @crokomoko

Beep Box Freestyle

@pseudo-optimism
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