It Feels Heavier Than It Looks
Produced by sleepwalker & DJ Lordmindtrip
Mixed by Saturns Lament

It Feels Heavier Than It Looks (prod. Sleepwalker & DJ Lordmindtrip)

INSTAGRAM: Instagram.com/tombfell



LYRICS
Yeah you know that I do what I want
I don’t ever listen none
Dirty hick a rusty gun
Fuck you and yo damn hug

Arms numb in the back of the club
I got laced while I’m smoking double blunts
I don’t ever go without
Need my weed and need my couch
I don’t ever go to town
I don’t even leave the house
Always locked in on the music
Give it hunnid ten no doubt

Simmer down Keep it down 
Hold up now keep it down
Smoking boof by the pound
Wit my dudes in the crowd

You don’t know my name
But you will ain’t no doubt 
I don’t wanna switch lanes
Old gun dirty south

Watch ya footprints
Disappear in the snow
Now I’m Doing what I can
I ain’t never going home

White rose smell
Just like your soap
I see you in the past
But my future losing hope

Simmer down Keep it down 
Hold up now keep it down
Smoking boof by the pound
Wit my dudes in the crowd

You don’t know my name
But you will ain’t no doubt 
I don’t wanna switch lanes
Old gun dirty south

Let me go Or let me down
Justify your self doubt 
Smoking dope blowing smoke o’s
While I’m in the ground

My body cold body cold
Won’t you stay in this house
I sit alone sit alone
Never ever cry out loud

Yeah you know that I do what I want
I don’t ever listen none
Dirty hick a rusty gun
Fuck you and yo damn hug

Arms numb in the back of the club
I got laced while I’m smoking double blunts
I don’t ever go without
Need my weed and need my couch
I don’t ever go to town
I don’t even leave the house
Always locked in on the music
Give it hunnid ten no doubt

Simmer down Keep it down 
Hold up now keep it down
Smoking boof by the pound
Wit my dudes in the crowd

You don’t know my name
But you will ain’t no doubt 
I don’t wanna switch lanes
Old gun dirty south

Watch ya footprints
Disappear in the snow
Now I’m Doing what I can
I ain’t never going home

White rose smell
Just like your soap
I see you in the past
But my future losing hope

Simmer down Keep it down 
Hold up now keep it down
Smoking boof by the pound
Wit my dudes in the crowd

You don’t know my name
But you will ain’t no doubt 
I don’t wanna switch lanes
Old gun dirty south

Let me go Or let me down
Justify your self doubt 
Smoking dope blowing smoke o’s
While I’m in the ground

My body cold body cold
Won’t you stay in this house
I sit alone sit alone
Never ever cry out loud

SIMMER DOWN (prod me)

shoutout to sasha's dying aka shinechaser aka lil azathoth aka chicago's finest 4 the beats , thank u to saturn's lament for the mix. this was the final song to be completed for the album n it took me no time, which is awesome cause the song i scrapped in favor of this one took me like 4 attempts at re writing it and it just never hit at all lol. so this was clearly the better option. enjoy :P

lyrics//
can't even comprehend right now, damages critical
no room for pensive penmanship, aint no subliminals
when the grave is sayin your name u cannot resist the call
scraping the sink for powder you already did it all
all
oh no, watch the numbers fall
no heaven's gate, bring seven days of fire, fuck em all 
my heart aint but a ball of flesh, been rendered somethin small
so i've been reaching out to empty space and nothin calls
calls
calls back, dont pick up the phone
disconnected from the rest i guess i'm on my own
rippin vessels from my chest, i cut the fuckin flow
so no blood can ever get where its supposed to go
*insert funkmaster flex otis premiere sample*
TRAPPED
20 years old, i would go with the flow of the blow
nose deep in a bag of pills
i was walkin in a world so cold
i'd be lying if i said i wasn't trapped in still
barefoot, runnin laps for real
but if that blood hadn't spilled
it'd still be underneath my belt
metal on my waist like packin steel
i guess i should be thankful
i guess i should be grateful
i guess i should be so relieved 
no demons took these ankles
underneath the land i stand upon
and we still could be angels
and yet i'm not
my rotten flesh is stitched and filled with staples
i feel like killin label management and spillin blood
necrotic, rotten to the core, yall think i give a fuck??
spotify said fund the war machine, these rich boys run amok
my pip boy on my wrist, apocalypse, blot out the sun

IMPROVED BLOOD TEXTURES (prod. Sasha's Dying)

MY INSTAGRAM: instagram.com/tombfell
LYRICS:
Got a witch In my bed
She done gave the go ahead 
I be nodding til im dead
I don’t even really need it tho

Bitches in my head
They don’t gotta pay rent
All these pussy motherfuckers
Never fighting pistol lead

Plata o plomo 
How you wanna die
Retard speak up
You can’t watch them birds fly

Plata o plomo
Ima stage your suicide
Ima feed you to the hogs
Blow your corpse up tannerite

Yeah my hogs eat yo bones
Only trace left is shit
Watch the bullet hit ya dome
Jfk you’re getting lit

Ima pull up blacked out
Ski mask wit the fit
Camo cargos on me now
In the camo see a fish

It’s Halloween at my crib
And we’re all high as shit
Pretty witch I’m a hick
In the sticks we’re getting lit

I don’t wanna hear shit
Say it wit yo chest bitch
If you can’t speak
How the fuck you hit a lick

All these pussies on tiktok
You not a fuckin gangster
Tryna dox me
Bitch I ain’t even angered

On paper you lamer
Like luka on the lakers
You be acting strange
All these pussy ass haters

You can’t even go 
fifty feet within a school zone
Leave you wit no pulse
Youll get shot if you move wrong

You seem like the type
To go steal your dads gun
All because you’re gettin bullied
At a party you’re no fun

Got a witch In my bed
She done gave the go ahead 
I be nodding til im dead
I don’t even really need it tho

Bitches in my head
They don’t gotta pay rent
All these pussy motherfuckers
Never fighting pistol lead

Plata o plomo 
How you wanna die
Retard speak up
You can’t watch them birds fly

Plata o plomo
Ima stage your suicide
Ima feed you to the hogs
Blow your corpse up tannerite

Yeah my hogs eat yo bones
Only trace left is shit
Watch the bullet hit ya dome
Jfk you’re getting lit

Ima pull up blacked out
Ski mask wit the fit
Camo cargos on me now
In the camo see a fish
if u see this i love u
EP coming soon, this is one of the tracks. Will be on SPOTIFY soon. Much love to everybody whos believed in me up to this point.

PLATA O PLOMO PROD ME

I wear black every day
But there’s camo on my jeans
I woke up in my cargos
Appalachian stream

Countin green wit my witch queen
People think she mean
But she only nice to me
Eat the Pussy for the protein

I don’t wanna see me
Breaking every mirror
Looking like my dad did
Never seen it clearer

Yeah I know I’m toxic
But I cannot stop it
Quick to get angry
Hold my temper it’s obnoxious

Bitch I’ll clear my toxins 
I just gotta lock in
gotta weigh my options
You know where the fun is

wanna feel somethin
Somethin different please
I jus wanna go huntin 
Hiding in the leaves

Bitch I’m smoking potent 
Getting rid of rodents
Whipping up a potion
Yeah you know it’s stolen

Tombfell hangman
Break my oath of silence
They will cut my tongue off
You don’t wanna watch this

everyday [prod me]

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LYRICS:

I can’t even feel 
my mothafuckin face
Ten toes on the ground
But I’m floating through space

Yeah I hit an airplane
On my way up
always get high
Baby I’m a space sailor

Surrounded by them helicopters
Yeah they all up high
I can’t feel a damn thing
Grab my face close my eyes

Take a long last look
At the sea for the last time
I won’t ever come back
I just wanna feel alive 

I can’t even feel 
my mothafuckin face
Ten toes on the ground
But I’m floating through space

Yeah I hit an airplane
On my way up
always get high
Baby I’m a space sailor

I can’t see you
But I know you’re there
I be getting too high
Greening out on the stairs

In the middle of the woods
I’m calling out for help
But ain’t nobody comin
Because I forsake myself

i wake up sleeping
sleepy time inside my head

and i wake up screaming
cuz when i dream i’m dead

i got blood on my hands
i got guns to my head

Man i gotta take my meds
alprazolam is my friend

If show me your thorns
give you my hand to stab

bitch i’ll let you poke and prod
i will let you in my skin

you can wear me like a mask
even though i’m really dead

in my graveyard bed 
pushin cinders through my head

I can’t even feel 
my mothafuckin face
Ten toes on the ground
But I’m floating through space

Yeah I hit an airplane
On my way up
always get high
Baby I’m a space sailor

Surrounded by them helicopters
Yeah they all up high
I can’t feel a damn thing
Grab my face close my eyes

Take a long last look
At the sea for the last time
I won’t ever come back
I just wanna feel alive

@TOMBFELL - YOUR THORNS [PROD. ME] [HANGGEDMAN MIX]

MY INSTAGRAM: @TOMBFELL
LYRICS:

No I don’t hear a thing
No no don’t you ever go
In the silence i be Sittin
In my throne made of bones

I got serpents round my wrist
Got a cap around my skull
I got blades made of amethyst
Cut you to the bone

Drink Cherry ginger ale
Never drinkin no sprite
Ima live for a long time
All outta spite

I don’t think you know me bitch
I don’t want a fair fight
Ima kick you in the nuts
Pop you wit the fourty five

It’s Fuck Donald trump
It’s Fuck every billionaire
They all takin full advantage
Got me pullin out my hair

Israel ain’t real
Palestine still there
Mothafuck the IDF
Oh shit a sniper glare

Man it’s fuck ICE 
Scream La Migra So they run
Other dudes fuck their wife
Ice agents be some cucks

Yeah they all hide they face
Cuz they wives be dry as fuck
Yeah you know they feelin shame
Cuz they all actin dumb

FUCK ICE [PROD. ME] @TOMBFELL

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LYRICS:

I Know That You Dont Believe Me
When I Say That Im Not Leaving
But I Know That I Cant Prove It
If I Kill Myself And Ruin It

Im Out Here Doin It
Faded Off Some Stupid Shit
Losing Everything Again
I Just Wanna Save My Friends

I Dont Wanna Meet My End
Ima Rot Inside My Bed
I Just Live Inside My Head
I Dont Wanna Think Again

Ima Get High Again
Smokin Up Im Hot Boxin'
Take A Blinker Off Tha Pen
Smokin Chemicals & Sin

Bitch I Think I Got Too High
Too Faded Think I Might Die
Badass Witch Right By My Side
Bitch Im High I Think Ill Cry

Dont Matter No I Wont Try
On Saturn Hold On Might Die
Dont Head Out I Just Need Time
I Cant Buy Enough, Enough Supply

Witch On My Dick Get Down
Dont Celebrate
No Bitch On Your Dick
Cuz You Are Celibate

Bitch You A Bitch
Come On Lets Settle Shit
Hick Runnin Lip
AK Gon Hit A Bitch

If You Run That Lip
You Know Theres Hell To Pay
Hick Kill A Bitch
Got A Pill In My Gatorade

Backwoodshick
In The Back With A Numb Face
Burned Nose High Grade
Bullets Wont Hit A Thang

I LOVE YOU ALL

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