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Vintage Store (Freestyle)

VINTAGE STORE (FREESTYLE) [PROD. IDIO]

(prod. blank x mvmbo)

LYRICS:

(IDIO)

who the fuck is you?
why the fuck you think you hot?
got a couple plays 
now you think you fucking god
never caught the vibe bitch, 
you can do what you want
testing idio will leave you 6ft in a box

who the fuck is you?
why the fuck you think you hot?
got a couple plays 
now you think you fucking god
never caught the vibe bitch, 
you can do what you want
testing idio will leave you 6ft in a box

cold weather got me froze
oh no, got the phone
winter nights all alone 
idio done lost his zone 

bitch a fucking hoe done nothing for me
always in my own road, blocking the screen

no sleep got me fucking weak
no gold teeth, that’s a fucking dream
smoke seeps when i fucking speak
blood leaks when i’m on the creep


(AJyR)

shattered glass from my iphone 
fucking cut me up
i know my shawty love me 
drinking all my blood 

pour that dark red in my fucking cup 
wheres ur team all alone in the dark

it's the way it's gonna be and 
that's alright hoe
i just hope that's she always hit me back tho 
you know i'm posted with my team 
a rifle on ur back do 
watch ur back fool

i just hit my bro idio
he told me he seeing a path that they don't we pathing this shit till our bodies are broke 
my body is failing but i have awoke

i just hit my bro idio
he told me he seeing a path that they don't we pathing this shit till our bodies are broke my body is failing but i have awoke

(SLEEPISFORMORTALS)

oh you think you fuckin god hoe 
in the fuckin way got me fuckin movin dolo
actin like you don’t know 
no face steady fuckin up my cup tho 

yeah bro, I don’t even wanna be
yeah so, I don’t really wanna bleed 
yeah so, man how easy can it be 
not at all I wanna break my dome

don’t speak, tell her don’t talk hoe. 
dodgin police , coulda broke my do. 
what you told me , coulda broke my soul 
and they don’t think, really oh so dumb 

who the fuck you’ think you are 
rollin with a blade 
now you thinkin you a god
oh my days I delay so what. 
oh my days I decay oh yuhhh

NOTHING FOR ME W/ AJyR & SLEEPISFORMORTALS [PROD. BLANK & MVMBO]

**not monetizing**

I’ve been taken over by the CYBERNET
baby come help me quick 
there’s some wiring in my head
screws loose, bad news
I’m finna leave you dead
once I start, I won’t stop
bitch I’m sippin red (x2)

red drop in my cup
bitch I’m sippin on blood
clear cut
what you on, yeah you tweakin like fuck
Imma hack you up
take all ya organs
stick you in the mud

my bitch she bad as fuck
I bite on her neck 
watch her turn into dust 

my lil baddie want my nut
I let her fuck me good
baby cut me up
lil shawty bite my tongue 
she can taste my drugs
now we high as fuck

I’ve been taken over by the CYBERNET
baby come help me quick 
there’s some wiring in my head
screws loose, bad news
I’m finna leave you dead
once I start, I won’t stop
bitch I’m sippin red (x2)

CYBERNET

CYBERNET [PROD. INDEECE]

LYRICS:

All these suckers really want me now
They just tryna feed off of my mental health
All of y’all can go to hell
I’m tryna sip in peace hoe, can’t you fucking tell?

I got blood all on my fucking jeans
The way I’m sippin you can tell I never keep it clean
All my plugs know I’m a fucking fiend
But I nice em so I know that idio redeemed 

I don’t like the way you act like everything’s okay
I see you pullin up and I’m just praying not today
I don’t wanna deal with this you claiming you ain’t fake 
i always see you lacking, always fucking moving lame

If you wanna fuck with me you gotta say it to my face
Imma end you pussies, Imma bring you to your fates
Wasting time everyday, wastes of space 
Save your praise lil’ bitch, I’m at the gates

All these suckers really want me now
They just tryna feed off of my mental health
All of y’all can go to hell
I’m tryna sip in peace hoe, can’t you fucking tell? (x2)

BOUND

FRAGILE 2

FRAGILE II [PROD. MILD]

LYRICS:

Please don’t ever leave me behind 
You’ll never not be mine
You see it in my eyes 
Don’t ever leave my side (x2)

Every time I gotta wake up without you
I just wanna go back to sleep
I just wanna see my fucking boo
I don’t wanna see nobody else

Am I in hell?
Nah, that would be more like home to me
Hoe can’t you tell
I don’t like you, get the fuck up from near me

Don’t hit on me, I’ll call up Sleep
Like “bro, I got another bitch for you”
My loyalty priority
Like hoe, don’t you got the fucking memo

Please don’t ever leave me behind 
You’ll never not be mine
You see it in my eyes 
Don’t ever leave my side

LOYALTY

LOYALTY [PROD. WHYKIDDY & WARGUILT]

LYRICS:

[IDIO]

please don’t talk to me
bitch you might die
counting down the time
for me to end your fucking life 
blade tucked on my waist
i’m feeling calm i’m feeling right
sippin on some sticky
feeling good with drugs in sight
testing me lil hoe i’ll leave you hanging out to dry

counting down the time
for me to end your fucking life 
blade tucked on my waist
i’m feeling calm i’m feeling right
sippin on some sticky
feeling good with drugs in sight
testing me lil hoe i’ll leave you hanging out to dry

[SLEEPISFORMORTALS]

I just pour like all these ozs in my fuckin cup,
Shawdy you don’t know me so stop movin like you does,

I don’t wanna wake up,
I don’t wanna wake up , wait 

Can you get it off of me 
What’s the Fuckin  problem all I do is run away 

I can’t get it off of me,
I can’t fuxking stop it 
You’re the fuckin problem aye

[IDIO]

i been feelin lonely like nobody love me
i been stupid dummy my bitch wanna fuck me
i been feeling nothing, can somebody cut me
i been on the come up can’t nobody touch me

nah
get away from me
i am not your brodie
nah we ain’t homies(x2)

please don’t talk to me
bitch you might die
counting down the time
for me to end your fucking life 
blade tucked on my waist
i’m feeling calm i’m feeling right
sippin on some sticky
feeling good with drugs in sight
testing me lil hoe i’ll leave you hanging out to dry

counting down the time
for me to end your fucking life 
blade tucked on my waist
i’m feeling calm i’m feeling right
sippin on some sticky
feeling good with drugs in sight
testing me lil hoe i’ll leave you hanging out to dry

BIND

DRY W/ SLEEPISFORMORTALS [PROD. DUMBFOUNDED & BEDEZBEATS]

LYRICS:

[IDIO]

i be at the pharmacy just waiting on my script
you got what i need, ayo i really gotta sip
blood all in my cup not from this blade that’s on my hip
pouring all this mud, ain’t got no time to give a shit

ay

riding round town got the 4’s in my backpack
ay woah
shawty love drugs better know that she hack that
idio nodding off but she know that i really wanna tap that
woah woah
wasted vanity be the team all these bitches know to stand back

i be at the pharmacy just waiting on my script
you got what i need, ayo i really gotta sip
blood all in my cup not from this blade that’s on my hip
pouring all this mud, ain’t got no time to give a shit

ay


[CSIDEBOYZ]

I was in pharmacy waiting for my a script 
Never wait for a bitch x2 
But I wait for my script x2 
Louis V on my drip
Yeah I get High and glitch 
Pop a pill and sip 
yeah uhh
I was in the pharahcy waiting for my script 
Yeah I was getting high had to wait on my dealer 
Drugs I really need it yeah sipping on wockeshia 
Yeah yeah yeah 
Yeah she by my side all the time 
All I wanna do pour and I fade I be nodding of everyday pick me up my doing lines of Caine I never leave the house with out my blade

[IDIO]

i be at the pharmacy just waiting on my script
you got what i need, ayo i really gotta sip
blood all in my cup not from this blade that’s on my hip
pouring all this mud, ain’t got no time to give a shit
ay(x2)

PHARMACY

PHARMACY W/ CSIDEBOYZ [PROD. XHAJI]

LYRICS:

drugs on my shawty
dry blood on my body
woke up feeling like I work
but all this music shit a hobby
i can’t focus on myself
with all these pussies in the lobby
beggin me to sort em out
i’m finna stick em with this dottie ay(x2)

sippin pints of red ay
got me feeling different
reminiscent off the drugs 
got me feelin like i miss em
sniffin powder from the gabs ay
fuckin up my system ay
throwin up the drip
lines glisten when i sip em ay

bitch i got some issues ay
blood all on this tissue ay
when i’m on the road
without you bitch you know i miss you ay
she said she taste the drugs 
“baby i love to kiss you” ay
she said 
“you know you the king and that’s why no one diss you” ay

drugs on my shawty
dry blood on my body
woke up feeling like I work
but all this music shit a hobby
i can’t focus on myself
with all these pussies in the lobby
beggin me to sort em out
i’m finna stick em with this dottie ay

BIND [PROD. CHULL & DUMBFOUNDED]

beat made with ‘THE LAST JUDGEMENT’ multikit
made by inlovingmemory & 1day

LYRICS:

i be posted w my bitch boutta blast off
i be lonely on the bridge boutta jump off
i got so much on my chest i can’t get off
i be posted with the blick like it’s spec ops

i be creeping in the night with the vampires
i be lurking outta sight with all black attire
off the perkys cause my mind feel like i’m on fire
i be working all the time don’t think i’ll retire

when you say that you got lean i know you’re a liar
i’m afraid that i’m a fiend codeine my desire 
i just picked up 2 16’s, aj need a lighter 
bro be smoking on that weed
we be getting higher 

i be posted w my bitch boutta blast off
i be lonely on the bridge boutta jump off
i got so much on my chest i can’t get off
i be posted with the blick like it’s spec ops(x2)

SPEC OPS

SPEC OPS [PROD. IDIO]

LYRICS:

i got way too many problems
wanna run it back
i got issues with my thoughts
im bout cock it back
cant free my mind
im indecisive 
but these blister packs
they guide me through it
yeah im stupid
when im on the track(x2)

i load it
i take a hit up at my fucking dome
only to find out that theres nothing
in between these bones
i fucked it
now i got nothing yeah im all alone
sippin dope, smoke til i choke up in my fucking throne

no 
got no place to call my own
soon enough youll find me hanging from a fucking rope
no
i wont leave no fucking note
if you deeping what im saying 
you should fucking know

run it back yeah
run it back (x3)
run it back (x2)

i got way too many problems
wanna run it back
i got issues with my thoughts
im bout cock it back
cant free my mind
im indecisive 
but these blister packs
they guide me through it
yeah im stupid
when im on the track(x2)

RUN IT BACK

RUN IT BACK [PROD. NOX]

breaking it down
whipping it up
without spending a pound
she like the sound
giving her head
yeah she pushing me down
riding around
im with my brothers 
they smoking the loud
breaking a pound
im off the codeine 
im loving it now

in the kitchen whipping sizzurp
focus on my vision 
i love the way she tell me
that its always ghostwork season
if you aint paying me for feats
i aint gon give you reason
you gon tell me i aint worth it
i dont really deep it

nah
she always telling me she love me
idio be nodding off i feel so comfy
i cant fuck with you, your mixes sound so ugly
yeah you know me bro, you really gotta trust me

always got that fucking thang on me ion lie
only really pull it out if i really wanna die
i been thru some shit, i really must get on with my life
sad as fuck the way im always holding on to past time

uhhh
always giving out that free sauce
if he aint rocking with me no more
then you know he lost
im never giving out no free jobs
one more episode away from beating down like 3 cops

breaking it down
whipping it up
without spending a pound
she like the sound
giving her head
yeah she pushing me down
riding around
im with my brothers 
they smoking the loud
breaking a pound
im off the codeine 
im loving it now (x2)

BREAKING IT DOWN

BREAKING IT DOWN [PROD. CHULL & ECHO] **HOSTED BY GHOSTWORKRECORDS**

CYBERNETIC FT. IDIO (Prod. Noxkilla)

MONEY YOU BLED

MONEY YOU BLED W/ SLEEPISFORMORTALS [PROD. ECHO & MAESTRO WONS]

track from nov 2023

LYRICS:

ion really feel myself at all

switching thoughts up in my mind 

bitch i can feel it all

all these twitches in my body, in my skin it crawl

got my script i got my bitch now watch the

blood jus fall



watch the blood drip slowly out my eye sockets 

flashing back to the times i acted outta pocket 

all these regrets building up one day i’ll kick the bucket

only when i got the effort, but right now i’m ducking



off the lean, off the pills, opioids what i spill

window sill stacked with seals that’s for when i’m feeling ill 

what’s your deal, acting stupid moving lane just for the thrill 

what’s real, ain’t nobody speaking truth 

ain’t got no feel



how don’t you see

all these wannabes wanna copy me

get up off of me if you ain’t copping feats 

get up off of me i see through your deceit 



ion really feel myself at all

switching thoughts up in my mind 

bitch i can feel it all

all these twitches in my body, in my skin it crawl

got my script i got my bitch now watch the

blood jus fall (x2)

FEEL MYSELF

FEEL MYSELF [PROD. NOX]

behind steel bars in my brain
overly searching a way to escape
focused on death
by the way I explain
you wont fathom anything
I’m cryptic but I’m “sane”

criminalised by the way I look
criticised by the way I look
actions come with consequences
“I dont give a fuck”
Imma be who I be 
‘til I’m smothered by the mud

I’m so tied to my ways
I’m 21 now, how long left ‘til I lay
I’m done with this planet
these people drive me astray
the only thing got me on hold
is that my mum will see my grave

prescriptions take over me
these blisters reign hell on me
these stitches ain’t help the pain
please fix this 
I’M WAY TOO LATE

behind steel bars in my brain
overly searching a way to escape
focused on death
by the way I explain
you wont fathom anything
I’m cryptic but I’m “sane”

criminalised by the way I look
criticised by the way I look
actions come with consequences
“I dont give a fuck”
Imma be who I be 
‘til I’m smothered by the mud

I’m so tied to my ways
I’m 21 now, how long left ‘til I lay
I’m done with this planet
these people drive me astray
the only thing got me on hold
is that my mum will see my grave

prescriptions take over me
these blisters reign hell on me
these stitches ain’t help the pain
please fix this 
I’M WAY TOO LATE

I'M WAY TOO LATE

I'M WAY TOO LATE [PROD. NOX]

LYRICS:

I took a minute 
became diminished
took me long enough to realise
I should be finished

this a sickness
I made your business 
took me way too long to realise
you had your limits

I know I messed up
I expect the lesser
you the best of
everything that I could see
know Ive been better
now I just fester
and I consist of
this bag of bones, thats my body

yeah
like a cigarette, all thats left is ashes
my world is up in flames, all Ive got is matches

cut my wrist
I learned my ways
I learned my ways

confess my sins
I sit and pray
I sit and pray

I cant find a fucking reason
and every day feels like a season

cut my wrist
I learned my ways
I learned my ways

DIMINISHED [PROD. AYO.DESIRE]

LYRICS:

[IDIO]

i aint living to see 22
the way shit going imma end up all over the news
the way shit going imma end up inside of the noose
i can prove it, im losing it up inside this room

i cant do this much longer, especially alone
i know some got me, but recently im feeling disowned
im just existing, admitted that i fear the unknown 
i need some closure, just hoping that you throw me a bone

i cant lie, being lonely is taking a toll
cause since this happened i been dreaming of you all along
this mental damage been breaking me so i cut my arm 
i pray i die in my sleep, so we can carry on

i pray i die in my sleep, so i can be with you
cause when i sleep, i swear to god all i dream of is you
know id do anything, to make you fucking smile again
id end my life, if it meant that id make it right again

coughing up my lungs from all this nicotine im smoking
i quit all the drugs cause the codeine was provoking
what the fuck have i done, i swear the devil sat back joking
i dont see the fun, the sight of myself got me choking

catch my own reflection, and i wanna blow his head off
bathing in dejection, yeah i think that i should head off
im in self rejection, gotta kill my fucking self off
imma end up sectioned, knowing its me shes fucking scared of
fuck

[DYRE]

Fuck i know everybody leaving
Tried to fuck me up but I can take a beating
Tell me im a fuck up bitch I know I seen it
Say I love you say it back but you won't mean it
I ain't playing bitch I'm trynna blow my head off
No one help me please I don't wanna get better
All the Xanax I forgot I wrote her letters
Half the shit I never wanted to remember
Trynna end my life like I had me a vendetta
Drugs made my heart stop she made me feel deader
Choking on my vomit not a problem held my head up
Couldn't die alone I guess I'm not a trend setter
Fuck

[IDIO]

i aint living to see 22
the way shit going imma end up all over the news
the way shit going imma end up inside of the noose
i can prove it, im losing it up inside this room (x2)

I AIN’T LIVING TO SEE 22 W/ DYRE [PROD. 5BXTES]

MUSIC VIDEO: 

LYRICS: 

you dont want the smoke
what you talking for?
pull up with the ghosts
purgatory walk
where you wanna go?
i can take you home
i gotta get the most out your body, hoe

drain your blood in my cup, slut
kicked the codeine, now i only slurp blood
out my chalice, bitch im manic
like im psycho
flirting with the blade, then i might go

when the only way is to get out
never hesitate, get the blick out
why do all these hoes wanna get my dick out?
you dont wanna love me, imma sicko

when im off my shit
ion call the plug
got my own momma looking at me
like a thug
that shit hurt me more than anything that ever could
where my wifey gone? 
i woke up in a lucid hug

fuck

what you talking for?
pull up with the ghosts
purgatory walk
where you wanna go?
i can take you home
i gotta get the most out your body, hoe

you dont want the smoke
what you talking for?
pull up with the ghosts
purgatory walk
where you wanna go?
i can take you home
i gotta get the most out your body, hoe

GHOSTWORK INTERPLANETARY NICOTINE FIENDS VOL 1: MIXTAPE FOR PURGATORY

PURGATORY WALK

PURGATORY WALK [PROD. THEONLY1LIFELESS & WHYPXRALICH] **HOSTED BY GHOSTWORKRECORDS**

LYRICS:

lungs be filled up with that residue 
smoking pack after pack
stop the urge to message you
yee fuckk all of the rest of you
took a hit at myself, building where respect is due

lungs be filled up with that residue 
smoking pack after pack
stop the urge to message you
yee fuckk all of the rest of you
took a hit at myself, building where respect is due

cut my fucking wrist, my bed is where im bleeding out
im writing up a list of shit i gotta figure out
and its still fuck a hoe, these lyrics i been screaming out
drug misusage, 7th floor window im leaping out

social psychotic, i might choose to let that shit come out
these lames robotic, i might choose to take a pussy out
smoking that chronic, my brother might take 3 hunnid out
your screams symphonic, i might choose to fuck your brainz out

get on the floor, drip drip on your fucking tongue
she beg for more dumb bitch, that whore done fell in love
my wrist is sore, from where shes been feeding off my blood
take the fall, maybe the drugs were just never enough

lungs be filled up with that residue 
smoking pack after pack
stop the urge to message you
yee fuckk all of the rest of you
took a hit at myself, building where respect is due

smoking pack after pack
stop the urge to message you
yee fuckk all of the rest of you
took a hit at myself, building where respect is due

RESIDUE

RESIDUE [PROD. HOODPLUTO49] **HOSTED BY GHOSTWORKRECORDS**

LYRICS:

yeah
am i living in a fever dream
last time i remembered, this aint how its sposed to be
girl dont shake me ill break, i dont wanna wake up
too many times, i made your tears ruin your makeup 
(x2)

time and time again
feel pressure building up
i look inside my head
receptors all corrupt 

how am i supposed to love
when im too high to get it up
way too high to sober up
these drugs made me a pain to love

its dangerous 
im walking too close to the ledge 
xanax take panic away from heart
the codeine just settle the dread

maybe im better off dead
maybe im better off dead
what went through my head when i left
maybe im better off dead

yeah
am i living in a fever dream
last time i remembered, this aint how its sposed to be
girl dont shake me ill break, i dont wanna wake up
too many times, i made your tears ruin your makeup 
(x2)

BODIES ON THE CONCRETE

FEVER DREAM

FEVER DREAM [PROD. 36INDAHELL]

cristianjaredarteagaalvarez040103031117.mx52-au61.rsPWN-070103@hotmail.com.mx

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2o23 idio

cristianjaredarteagaalvarez@hotmail.com.mx