UNDER THE TABLE [FEAT+ RIP.BRANDO] [PROD+ IH8YU]

COBRA $HINS - $ I N S U R R E A L

lyrics :

lipstick on a cigarette
kickflip to a sunset 
face down but i’m upset
coming down so i roll up my regrets
middle finger to the sky curse a reset
reset fuck the law
skip a preset
creep boy on the creep make em reject
make u see death
you’ll know when we set damn
cutting to the bone
rottin to the dome
another broken phone
I miss myself alone
feel like ichigo i whip the blade and then im gone
feel like thanos but im missing every single stone

late nights on the bus im sitting frozen 
conversation with the devil said im chosen
it seems the less im making moves the more theres motion 
emotion deeper than the motherfucking ocean

inside personal hell
from heavens gate i fell 
i hope they wished me well
this sinister surreal real 
when im far away from you i seem to miss myself 
i don’t need nobody i don’t need nobody else 

faded or hated 
my consciousness made it  
my body just hates it
get decapitated 
get turned to a stranger 
stay home like a ranger
not safe only danger 
we scissors, u paper
all black like i’m slayer 
all black like the raiders 
yo regular playa turned wulf like im xavier 
all of this money means nothing,
 far later i show you we all fall to nothing but layers

$ I N S U R R E A L

COBRA $HINS - BLEEDING FIELDS
PROD BY COBRA $HINS

lost my fucking passport 
pass a port, i passivly pass support 
abandonded manic magic fasting foward 
Im action stashed with fours++
Im actually just fucked in the head 
these are just fast wrds 
hidden in a password
Mind to mind i have yours
blunt so loud that i can hear it 
Escort my spirtits streets could stear it
Im not scared to fear shit
listen hear this please 
these lyrics
is a cry for help
Id never ask for help
Cuz If you wanted my 2 cents id have to fucking find myself 
the morning after 
you know time will pass her 
thoughts subtract to laughter 
i don’t matter pain turns into swagger 
does it even matter 
dirty bladder ladder broken bastard 
pushing backwards
black cymatic soul it’s dark matter
watch the glass shatter
i’m a fuckin piece of shit 
you wanna piece of this
amidst a cliff 
ya whip is flipped inside a ditch 
i plead the fifth 
my mind is sick
inflict a sorry whim n flick my sorry cig 
odds turned against me kill me quick

another L 
the bleedin fields
welcome to my own personal hell 
been a lotta years since i felt a chill
spend ya whole life searching for yaself
for some wealth
the bleeding fields 
girl come bring me home, i need u now 
been a lotta years since i felt a chill
spend a whole life searching for yaself

BLEEDING FIELDS

TRAGEDY

GRAVEYARD - TOMB RAIDER
PROD. BY COBRA $HINS


TOMB RADIER

[lyrics]

i floatt thru life 
like i weigh nothin’
i weigh nothin’ @ all 
i dontt have the wordz
so i say nothin’
i say nothin’ @ all 

cus im faded 
n yu hate itt
ahsamed thatt
i aintt shitt x2 
yeah

questionin’ like everythin’
nvr feelin’ entertained 
nothin’ sticks inside mah brain 
well maybe only pure cocaine 
everythin’ goes down the drain
stuck inside this little game 
i jus actt like iss okay 
n tell the world to bring the pain x2

i floatt thru life 
like i weigh nothin’
i weigh nothin’ @ all 
i dontt have the wordz
so i say nothin’
i say nothin’ @ all 

cus im faded 
n yu hate itt
ahsamed thatt
i aintt shitt 
yeah

FLOATING THRU LIFE [PROD+ REHMAN]

cobra $hins - cracks in the glow
prod. by cobra $hins
sample from 2814 - recovery

CRACKS IN THE GLOW

Graveyard - CouldaBeenDifferent
Prod. by Cobra $hins

LYRICS: 
Brat:  
Wishing it was different
Wishing i was dead
You dont wanna see whats going on inside my head got a map of the afterlife underneath my bed
Couple sad bitches dryin out in the shed but all i think abt is you and maybe sometimes death
Coulda been me i shoulda took the pill instead 
Maybe u would smile more i wouldnt be depressed 
Maybe my whole life wouldnt be full of regrets like damn i shoulda wrapped the fuckin pontiac 
Never shoulda asked the stupid bitch where the party at
Shoulda dug the blade a lil deeper 
Made the walls a lil steeper damn i shoulda did the whole 8 ball n had a heart attack
Wonderin if im going to heaven or hell decide to slash my fuckin wrist go get some ice for the swells
Dont even ask me how im doing bitch im not doing well
Is there even any hope its getting harder to tell
Its getting harder to manage feel like my heart been abandoned feel like my time has been up im lost somewhere im stranded u had my heart in your hands and u decided to slam it
Now i gotta get you back and kick you off of the planet
I wish you cared more but i know you cant 
Throw my ashes in the dirt with the plants
Lets the bugs eat away at my brain im insane but i remember a time when i was nothin but ya man
Hoe

Cobra:  i remember times i was lyin in the sand 
i remember times i was nothing but your man
and to you nothings new i was nothing but a fan 
in a stu what it do now i wonder what i am 
and then think of how i can 
and then remember that i cant 
fucked it up once never trusting a chance 
every loop every cue got me runnin outta stand 
ditched lust in the cuffs, discuss us, can’t forget 
ash it in the dust get fucked up agaain 
passion is love ion wanna pretend 
got your name in my lungs every hit is a gasp 
tell myself i’m good then i flinch every task 
truth is like glass now it’s burried in the past 
i’m tryna go deeper n deeper surpass 
take all my breathe and then throw way the mask 
heartbeat off beat cuz the rhythm don’t last 
no 
what you want from me 
if u want me then why tf u won’t talk 2 me 
i can’t say shit when all it leads to is apologies 
there’s a demon in my body n he’s haunting me 

fuck these visions 
this fiction 
the distance 
this difference 
your energy is off 
n i’m tryna listen
i fall into you every time like it’s scripted 
the highs wearing off 
baby one more fixing

CouldaBeenDifferent

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