made this for my mama's birthday
and for the spirit of an old friend
~

Bronte (Gotye Cover)

recorded this with my mouth stitched shut

droptopbitch

droptopbitch (Prod. @mjNichols_ @oktanner_ @pharaohvice)

aqua metal w dannytv

BLESS THE BODY .. stay yo ass at home n prepare! n thats purrr

CORONE CUNT feat. RollingRay (prod.VJtheDJ)

STREAM "IDONTSENDSEX" - https://papambye.lnk.to/IDSS
via @againstgiants
Produced by Zak Khan
Mixed & Mastered by Zak Khan

LYRICS
(Chorus)
Bee got you stung
On a string
They control you
Bitch I'm in the ring by myself
That's some old news
Beat myself up
Suicide what the doors do
Send myself threats
Where you at, what you gonna do
Racing to the green avocado like it's Whole Foods
Think I'm getting sick
In the head, not a cold dude
Came from getting top in a Benz
Thought I told you
Sorry I'm your baby and your baby couldn't hold you

Roll it in
Write it with a bolder pen
Ain't no devil in you till you know that you done sold a sin
Ain't no food up on the table till you go and bowl it in
Time to me was so within
Heart was getting cold again
Message never sent the envelope would never fold again
We'd be getting high
It's just to see what keeps it low again
Time was moving fast, but my reality was slow again
Lesson learned to never let you step over my toe again
Criss cross crazy
Big top daily
Look me in the mirror just to see what I could never be
Look me in the eye before you tell me what you telling me
Barter to the death before you sell me what you selling me
We been getting, we been getting celery
We been getting cooked
Yeah been getting fettuccine 
Niggas been sad
Big mad
Big energy
Niggas in the lab cooking chemistry and melodies

I never know what I mean
I never know where to lean
I just be making a mess
I don't even know where to clean
Lookin at me with the stress
I never know what to see
Never know what to expect
I never know where to be
I want the rock on my neck, big check
Shine and shade, windex
Play with the ink get your pen wet
Fuck on the phone I don't send sex
Touchin her down like a running back
Fuck on her hand, make her leg jet
Diamonds be dancing like reggaeton
Diamonds be dancing like telephone

(Chorus)

Bronte (Gotye Cover)

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