vocals by synful & d0llywood1 & river water-
produced by synful

Weonit [Prod. Synful]

lyrics:
can’t believe that I did it again. 
why u runnin? jus give me your hand 
too bad I kill all I touch
i don’t want death I want love
I drown my thoughts in this blunt
I made this prison I’m stuck 
and it ain’t no getting out 
tolda hoe I’m living now 
letta 45 spin him out 
fuck a party I’m good in the house. 
fuck ur people don’t care bout the crowd
I can hear all the judgment loud 
loud 
loud 
fuck ur people don’t care bout the crowd crowd 
crowd
and I feel like these niggas can see what I think
hate that I hate what I see when I blink
 care about people don’t care about me blind by the hate bro I can’t see
I’m trying to ball nigga OKC 
I’m tryna ball b a voice for the week
 i’m tryna help my father but I’m weak
I’m tryna to take it further but I’m weak
try not to be a burden but I’m weak
 wake up and smile nigga but I’m weak 
as a kid i was loud, i was really weak 
hated my skin hated being me
hated my teeth, brush them till they bleed
hated my body I can’t even eat 
never strive for the best no that was never me. 

can’t believe that I did it again. 
why u runnin? jus give me your hand 
too bad I kill all I touch
i don’t want death I want love
I drown my thoughts in this blunt
I made this prison I’m stuck 
and it ain’t no getting out 
tolda hoe I’m living now 
letta 45 spin him out 
fuck a party I’m good in the house. 
fuck ur people don’t care bout the crowd
I can hear all the judgment loud 
loud 
loud 
fuck ur people don’t care bout the crowd crowd 
crowd

I’m tryna ball b a voice for the week
 i’m tryna help my father but I’m weak
I’m tryna to take it further but I’m weak
try not to be a burden but I’m weak
 wake up and smile nigga but I’m weak 
as a kid i was loud, i was really weak 
hated my skin hated being me
hated my teeth, brush them till they bleed
hated my body I can’t even eat 
never strive for the best no that was never me. 

I can hear all the judgment loud 
loud 
loud 
fuck ur people don’t care bout the crowd crowd 
crowd

loud prod kenzee

https://soundcloud.com/6ew

https://soundcloud.com/diegointhedark

lyrics : 

yea this shit get tragic
w/ my bitch and she love to do magic
and she speakin italics
im so rich you couldn't understand the fabrics
@ the bank yeah we laughin
yea we laughin
I could never fuck no hoe if she aint tapped in
I had to let her go 
get that flight to monaco
100k blue bands
something you would never know

shit gets tragic
shit gets wicked
i’ve been drinking while i’m counting bills
we gon see 100 mil

shit gets drastic
spending like i’m spastic
100 hours 100 kills
you got beamed - how you feel ?

i been changing my ways
ive done shit i can’t say
i’m not the same person i was before i got play
before i got paid
before i got hay
we got strains and exotic it gon hurt my brain

yea this shit get tragic
w/ my bitch and she love to do magic
and she speakin italics
im so rich you couldn't understand the fabrics
@ the bank yeah we laughin
yea we laughin
I could never fuck no hoe if she aint tapped in
I had to let her go 
get that flight to monaco
100k blue bands
something you would never know

and when i'm dead let the bugs eat the rot
you only get one chance 
one shot
they want me to be a star im not
this is my farmville my crops


tragic >.< @benst @diegointhedark

lyrics
cant fall down yea im team leader
twin just poured some drop inna 2 liter
balenci shades on bitch so i cant see her
she takin my hubanes off inna 2 seater
cant talk bout me when im wrong
when you dont own up to your own
dont talk bout me in yo songs
cuz bitch i aint even want it
you gon crash down like a comet
i got these broke niggas mad that they bitch lurkin in my comments
if it aint money ion want it
if the day sunny i aint comin
cuz bitch ima vampire now i stay lurkin in the darkness
my alyx belt came wit a harness
my bitch look like Pocahontas
i got my main bitch mad cant handle me bein honest 
got ten new hoes in the lobby
and they all came wit a body
tell Marceline im sorry i aint mean to be sloppy
i got these broke niggas mad they need to find a hobby
she wanna take me down but she cant go without me
i know who you are
she wanna die for me i know who you are
shit dont feel the same im up in her arms
she wanna die for me i know who she is
she took it to far

comet

Do dat (gamo8k)

230AM (prod rollie)

物語は語られるが、メッセージを感じるのは全く別の話だ.

ELIZABETH THOMPSON P. LYNXW

@xayna16

lyrics:

[oviyan you're actually a messiah... there's gotta be a chinese proverb about this...]

in toronto we drive cayenne coupes, in la we drive gles
this girl she looks so good in them pumps, but she plays games with me
whether it's reyjkavik or in the 6ix, i'm only dining michelin
the airline staff said my bags overweight, 'cause my prada boots are in it

this ralph my polo, tom ford on her lips, she left her mark on it
when we at the function, we gon' blow it up, just like obama did
on the balcony of this condo with a model, and we smoking on my last cig
i've got memoirs on my dresser, from this girl i'll never see again

it's hard being young and living in the big city
she got lipgloss on my blunt, and i'm feeling real tipsy
mix grenadine with my rum, that's just how i drink bacardi
can't tell if she look like a bratz doll, or a barbie

in toronto we drive cayenne coupes, in la we drive gles
this girl she looks so good in them pumps, but she plays games with me
whether it's reyjkavik or in the 6ix, i'm only dining michelin
the airline staff said my bags overweight, 'cause my prada boots are in it

xayna:
i spent ten racks tryna put some prada on my bae
i got some bitches in miami and la
i need some bags i hit the trap go m.i.a
i like how she go down i'm tryna fuck all day

i've got some models and henny, and got some remy on me
i'm walking 'round 'round the city without a semi on me
she say i sip too much, that light shit it get heavy on me
i told that bitch don't hit my phone she said she ready for me

- 

this ralph my polo, tom ford on her lips, she left her mark on it
when we at the function, we gon' blow it up, just like obama did
i'm in this condo with a model, and we smoking on my last cig
i've got memoirs on my dresser, from this girl i'll never see again

in toronto we drive cayenne coupes, in la we drive gles
this girl she looks so good in them pumps, but she plays games with me
whether it's reyjkavik or in the 6ix, i'm only dining michelin
the airline staff said my bags overweight, 'cause my prada boots are in it

hell for u (foreless)

ElijahBarracuda