SORRY I FORGOT TO PUT IT ON SOUNDCLOUD, BETTER LATE THAN NEVER

bitch not taking none from me again
ay come get it in
fuck round let you find out where i been
what’s up bitch i pick up where i started at
if i let you forget i must be dead and can’t come get it back

mask up on my wallpaper
fah fah
MPH gon match the fucking BPM
somebody don’t die tonight inside this whip nobody win
somebody gon try tonight that’s fine i think im ready, spin

i feel great, bitch, danny towers
we gon fuck that vigil up just tell em ship the flowers
6AM im tweaking out i been on different powders
i mix everything i do come find out if im bout it
x2

im not with nobody bitch
i cut off them people, find out what the problem is
bitch i up my ABV before i talk to anybody
you don’t keep none round the crib that’s cool, bitch i got it on me
and i got no love left,
my life been enough bet,
still up on that subject,
it won’t be no suspect
i go out by me,
for i let y’all fucking take me there
pussy i pack grief
why the fuck would i keep playing fair

i feel great, bitch, danny towers
we gon fuck that vigil up just tell em ship the flowers
6AM im tweaking out i been on different powders
i mix everything i do come find out if im bout it
x2

DANNY TOWERS [PROD. SKOTSKR]

and nothing was ever the same

shordy told me, i should rid myself of bad thoughts
put that shit in words, and when im writin, let the pen talk
tussin wit the tussin, can't remember when we last fought
rollin off a bus, right after school, i had my meds bought
zen walk, geekin out in public, cuz i hate it here
xan zombie, takin all the yams, so i ain't made of fear
only started buggin, til akuma started stayin here
and it was all for nothin, hopin salem fuckin made this clear
bed rottin, make a deep impression on my bed
watch the shells drop, dreamin for a death that isn't red
i got the feds talkin, lost in my depression, and instead of a 
friend watchin, i was all alone inside my head
i had no one to defend, or to look for an attack
and when i didn't have it, who would keep you fuckas from the lack?
and if bro was talkin shit, you know i'd get him for his back
im just keepin shit a stack, whoever wanted it, get packed up
and now you bitches wanna act tough,
surrounding, wack fucks, they only hatin, cuz they lack love
movin all alone, you really dolo, got no backup
yet you quick to hit the gram, about the problems that you rack up
so please continue, count me out, it wasn't meant to be
i put off my own problems, for these chumps, i treated preciously
help whoever need it, free sauce, im givin recipes
just to talk bout nothin, and get treated like im secondly

secondly [ghowste]

A N T I S O C I A L

Produced by me.

Lyrics :

turn this gridlock to a stain 
I caught his driver from the right side 
broke my back to make
what they snort in a line 
I leave them wide eyed
coming for they necks 
all disrespect 
they feeling like it’s fright night 
at attention 
like a soldier
red October 
I kill the zeitgeist 

live from the red 
everybody sticking to me 
like a roach
or the feds
got them thinking that 
I’m tripping 
got my foot up on the ledge
all these dumb mother fuckers
can’t see
I got my foot up on they necks

blood in the wreck 
crash dummy on the pavement 
every single thing that I been saying 
is a statement 
guts re-arranging
how they like it
open wide baby 
gully spit and they excited

I got no time today 
I feel impatient 
get out ya seat 
shakes hands with your replacement 
pretty little suit and tie
for the hang man
shake while you still can 
everybody’s waiting

I got not time to waste
I feel amazing
up on the stage
I caught what I been chasing 
hand me the rope
it got my heart raising
smile while I still can
am I your favourite?

I feel desperate 
I need cash I need a hundred fucking racks
when my pockets empty 
when I know I need to get that back
little something in my bag
head to toe I’m dressed in black
army boots and balaclavas
turn this mansion to Iraq 

turn this gridlock to a stain 
I caught his driver from the right side 
broke my back to make
what they snort in a line 
I leave them wide eyed
coming for they necks 
all disrespect 
they feeling like it’s fright night 
at attention 
like a soldier
red October 
I kill the zeitgeist 

live from the red 
everybody sticking to me 
like a roach
or the feds
got them thinking that 
I’m tripping 
got my foot up on the ledge
all these dumb mother fuckers
can’t see
I got my foot up on they necks
blood in the wreck 
crash dummy on the pavement 
every single thing that I been saying 
is a statement 
guts re-arranging
how they like it
open wide baby 
gully spit and they excited

SLOZZA

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