𝖓𝖔 𝖘𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖓𝖆𝖉𝖆.°♡.+

𝘾𝙖𝙣'𝙩

NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS [prod. princeamgn]

How Industrious.

Lyrics:
I just spent a bag on some bad things
Pop a little bit and now i feel like I am lapsing
I be going up while they Crashing
Hit me for the work and didn't realize I'm taxing

Scratch my skin it peels off me
Whisper in this state appealing
Speak softly
I feel great I feel cocky
Lot up on my plate I take my meals promptly

It's a little fucking difficult to operate a function
Throw them fucking hands then get to Swinging to concussion
Fucking losing it like you been trapped inside a dungeon
Body needing more but it jus suffer a reduction

Money on my mind I got his bitch just fucking eyeing me
Preach about my worth and fuck her raw I Call it irony
Swear to God my sense of reason seems to be just idling
556 gon flatten out his block like we be ironing

Walk out, bitch, my top is finna drop down
Territory filled with the stench of fucking blood now
You ain't part of the mix, your getting tossed out
And I been high as a bitch, I gotta come down

I make this shit look like it's easy
Its ok your man wants to be me
I can't see wit u underneath me
And I feel like you been all depleting

BAD THINGS [PROD DUMBCHILD]

CALYPSO (PROD. FRANKIE VIBES)

Rude World (Prod with DeniChasingThaBag)

I didn’t know what genre this was so just put hip hop.. it’s like a drum and bass hip hop hybrid. Hope you love it

trauma (descent into madness)

Clairvoyance

Got so much grief and im stuck in my head 
1056, never leaving my bed
Need the weed to the face and I’m smoking  bowls for the dread 
I’m so cold you can see my breath 
Puffing on the weed only pass when I’m dead 
Trying to sleep Myrcene in my head 
On kick Checking all under my bed for the demons that fill me with dread 
On kick Indica keeping me sane I’m losing my brain when I’m thinking at night 
nothing when I wake, Bong rips make it right
rolling back to my dome see my eyes covered all black, in my body no longer inside
open my wrist wide 
 im alone when I die
Huh 
cut to the bone I just might 
In a rut, no control of my life 
Its just me and this night 
See the dead like I shine 
Creeping in the mist
Bagging the blunts that I twist 
Waking up, can’t help to feel like shit 
Blade to the wrist like a blunt that I split
Oh shit have to smoke another spliff
Feeling like a ghost when I’m blowing all the smoke
Hiding all emotions and I’m hoping that they go
But I broke down now my pillow all soaked
Brain cloak
It’s the only way that I know how to cope
Edibles in my pocket I’m off it 
The Skeleton hid in my closet 
All my problems I cause it
I turn
To a demon now I burn 
Put me in the fucking urn 

Produced by oceanash

Clairvoyance

I produce, mix and master almost all of my music 

@chrisgaonacookinup on Instagram and Threads

trauma (descent into madness)

Chris Gaona