Southside Special (Ft. Keshi Waves)

Heeey.. Drop off an album I was planning.. Maybe scratched.. Maybe not.. Maybe dropping more soon.. Maybe when I finish the album.. Find out on next week's episode.

Love..

-- Lyrics --

Wake up with a empty bottle jack/
Still sitting in my hand/
Cap miss(aaa)n/
From last night/
Hang over, Well im truely not a fan/
So I slam another, Sip a rello from the night stand/
Right next to the bible/
Right next to the bible, that it rival/
Right next to the bible, that it rival/
That recital, my survival,
Just another blank time span/

-- Verse 1 --

80 proof, No. 7, Bourbon blues they gon last/
All the days keep getting shorter so we gotta upkeep fast/
Why not Line em up and pour a double Jack D in the glass/
Wit them Fogged up whiskey glasses burning, crashin, resulting in something 
Tra, gic/

I aint worried bout life, last, in/
Spend a hundred milly on my cas, ket/
Lookin in the mirror think ima mess, an/
Demons tryna play wit spirits, test, in, Me/
Guess its just  des-ti-ney/
Glancing to the left, I see/
Vacant bottles mis, o, rey/

--

Wake up with a empty bottle jack/
Still sitting in my hand/
Cap miss(aaa)n/
From last night/
Hang over, Well im truely not a fan/
So I slam another, Sip a rello from the night stand/
Right next to the bible/
Right next to the bible, that it rival/
Right next to the bible, that it rival/
That recital, my survival,
Just another blank time span/

-- Verse 2 --

I aint sippin bubbly
Im sippin liquer my livers muddy/
My life aint that bubbly,
Im waitin for it to end already/
Fake nobody love me,
Just spot in like im understudy/
I dont need nobody,
They use me like im a nature study/
Woah

And it gets so hard/
But even I ain’t got the cash to pay lifes costs
No, no/

So I swipe my card/
To add another empty to my bed side drwawer
And I/

--

Wake up with a empty bottle jack/
Still sitting in my hand/
Cap miss(aaa)n/
From last night/

Hang over, Well im truely not a fan/
So I slam another, Sip a rello from the night stand/

Right next to the bible/
Right next to the bible, that it rival/
Right next to the bible, that it rival/
That recital, my survival,
Just another blank time span/

Jack Daniels

Let's Fall In Love - Loli Pop ft. Jeremiah Gold

My Girl - The Ruemix

Hey, baby, I’ve been thinkin’ bout you all day. 
It’s a Friday night them bars are callin’ our names.
I feel like dancin’ on them creaky hardwood, downtown floors tonight would do us a little good. 
Put on that pretty little dress that I like. 
With them high heels on that’ll drive me out of my mind. 
I cant wait til them backdrop lights shine against your skin for one last time.

Put on a song that’s gonna get us movin’
Pour a little drink to get us in the mood
And I’ve been feelin’ like damn girl, it’s a blessin’ just lovin’ you on a neon night.
Them neon nights make you wanna fall in love you. 
Got you feelin’ like you’re high on every kind of drug. 
Got me thinkin’, girl they must be jealous I’m lovin’ you on a neon night. 
Them neon nights.

Hey, baby, I know that you might not feel up to it. 
You had a real bad week. 
I know you're tired from all that shit,
But as soon as i place my hand around your waist it'll all wash away

Put on a song that’s gonna get us movin’
Pour a little drink to get us in the mood
And I’ve been feelin’ like damn girl, it’s a blessin’ just lovin’ you on a neon night.
Them neon nights make you wanna fall in love you. 
Got you feelin’ like you’re high on every kind of drug. 
Got me thinkin’, girl they must be jealous I’m lovin’ you on a neon night. 
Them neon nights.

Hey, baby, I know that you might not feel up to it, 
You had a real bad week, I know you're tired from all that shit. 
But as soon as you wrap your hand around that cup it'll all wash away. 
And you'll tell that bartender.

Put on a song that’s gonna get us movin’
Pour a little drink to get us in the mood
And I’ve been feelin’ like damn girl, it’s a blessin’ just lovin’ you on a neon night.
Them neon nights make you wanna fall in love you. 
Got you feelin’ like you’re high on every kind of drug. 
Got me thinkin’, girl they must be jealous I’m lovin’ you on a neon night. 
Them neon nights.

Neon Nights

Wherever You're At (live)at Memorial Day Concert (05.27.23)

Wherever You're At (live)

Blame It On The Love by Sasha-Rue
Produced by LOreal
Studio404 Records

Blame It On The Love - Sasha-Rue

No Way - Gunner x Naldi

She likes to take her roadtrips
Wants to get there for no reason why
She ain't the type for no backroad cruisin' 
Wants them roads where the limit gets high

She don’t ever wanna talk about 
Where she’s goin’ but she’s headed on out the south. 
Ain’t got no destination, but it’s on her mouth. 
Last kiss that we shared, somethin’ different bout it.
Little taste of that west coast wind, burned a stain on my lips last night. 

It said, she’ll always be a highway kid
Speedin’ right oughta this town, 90 miles with the windows down
Gets on that freeway, then she spreads her wings
Singin' loud, let it all out, wastin away to the sound of the wind
She loves to watch that sunset and lead that road
LIke it knows where she's goin'
From the trees to the ocean
She'll always be a highway kid
Speedin' on oughta this town, 90 miles with the windows down. 
I know she'll always be a...

6 lane sailor, runnin’ away from cold weather. 
Gone with the wind, fast  enough where no one can get her. 
She’s like one with the stars so I’m always lookin’ up. 
I don’t know where she’s at right now, i 
Know it’s where she’s love to be

Shes a highway kid
Speedin’ right oughta this town, 90 miles with the windows down
Gets on that freeway, then she spreads her wings
Singin' loud, let it all out, wastin away to the sound of the wind
She loves to watch that sunset and lead that road
LIke it knows where she's goin'
From the trees to the ocean
She'll always be a highway kid
Speedin' on oughta this town, 90 miles with the windows down. 
I know she'll always be a...

I know she’ll always be a highway kid
Speedin’ right oughta this town, 90 miles with the windows down
Gets on that freeway, then she spreads her wings
Singin' loud, let it all out, baby, wastin away to the sound of the wind
She loves to watch that sunset and lead that road
LIke it knows where she's goin'
From the trees to the ocean
She'll always be a highway kid
Speedin' on oughta this town, 90 miles with the windows down. 
I know she'll always be a...

Highway Kid - Bobby Brantley

Blue Paisley

Wonka - Candyland (feat. Stacy Cox)

If you find this offensive it was not approved by Echo RP. PUSSY

I shouldn’t even do it to this pussy 
How he posed to be my brother let em pull the trigger
Know his dusty ass couldn’t wait this loser truly bitter 
I put Tre into a freezer he a tv dinner 
If you really meant it boy then say it with ya chest
Speech impediment it wouldn’t let him say that S
Muy caliente I’ll put Tre into that vest 
Have them dragons weeping when we laying Tre to rest 
Boy I’m Mr fuck you til the death of me 
I’ll tuck in this dick head turning Tre into a Bethany 
Bet on ice cold imma liquidate the equity 
Then spend it on my bitch that’s rappin better than him steadily 
You a coat tailing pussy ass bitch 
Fat voice rhyme zone using ass trick 
Ain’t you in the gang that’s fucking with a snitch 
Told on Jay Wild then hired him to mix 
Boy fuck you
Talking drake he must be high off that Degrassi 
A vengeance cop some feats cause im big Thanos you can’t pass me 
Just checking if it’s deep i feel that knife up in my backie
I get looney with these tunes that’s why im blowing up like ACME
Rocky verse Tre you rushin you a Drago 
Lil bro feel like he Pluto have to smack em like Apollo 
Always keep a hoe in place that’s the fuckin motto 
These rappers is some bitches all bout drama Latto 
He can’t touch me swear that Tre an amputee 
If you feel some type a way lil bitch then gon an take that leap 
Jumping out the gym my nuts all on his head Vinsanity
He got dick all in his throat cum all in that cavity 
Hit a lick dip quick this really comp shit 
I’m talking ez boy you must be outta Compton 
I’m talking ez boy I’m out here burning bridges 
Tre diddy out here giving Naldi inches 
If they was really all your brothers they woulda put you in that gang 
You out here sucking on Tre dick while he speaking on my name 
Gas station special night stocker droolin when he bang
Lotta cornballs round this bitch shoulda took you for a lame 
You a lame didn’t henny make you pay for that apartment 
You a lame didn’t i write you last diss song when u was a target 
You lame both them projects sound the same it ain’t no arguin 
Keep my name up out ya mouth boy you choking stick to gargling 
Gang hopping Naldi really ain’t the same without flippaaaaa
Now they some bitches yesterday was your sistaaa
Use em then you drop em time to work a new system 
I call it how I see Naldi you ain’t no victim 
But today you get buried next to Tre 
Not my brother anymore you got pussy DNA
You could never win no way 
Ain’t ya chick go lose her life just to fucking get away
Buddy listen when I say 
Buddy this is what I’ll say 
What what what what 
Lost to light lost to twins lost to me huh 
Worse verse up on that track skeet skeet skeeter 
Goofy thinking that he bad I’ll Michael beat em
What what what what
Hate to go and leave my son who gon teach em 
They can’t  save you run the ones fuck ya feature 
Battle tested  I’m the general wavy Ceasar

Cute Couple

Married | 30 | CEO of Great Ocean Records | Country Singer

Neon Nights

Bobby Brantley

Related tracks