Brunette

UShouldBeHere

Ratchet & Clank

Prod. Pezzhead

Keep them strings 
Wrapped around your face 
Drenched in grey
Red line maze 

So strange 
The way things work
Cross my eyes with dirt
The dead, they can't be hurt
Waiting for my turn

Bitter ghosts 
Scream through radios 
What a rotten mind
Deliver violence

Selfish as I could be
Why would they all ignore me?
I'm not even sure to be seen
The world lay before me

Corridors filled with crying
Swayed by sirens 
Terror dilates 

Hey!

The thoughts ember and form 
It’s a body to call your own 

Hate stains what I bring
Hate stains what I bring

That was a cold tone
There’s hell in there 
That icy stare 
Leaves ruins 

Woke up in my foolish again
Favor the chosen again 
My friend

I’m a freak and everyone knows 
Is pezz in there?
Dasomit made him fear 
Now you can’t take him anywhere 

Is pezz in there?
Dasomit made him fear 
you can’t take him anywhere

Bitter ghost (Feat. Biv)

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w/ biv - counting flies

I spilled my sins last night
Don't cross my heart might die
Once said I'd find my time
I shed my skin inside

Wanting the sound of your face
I couldn't tell you the way
120 swervin my lane
I wanna tell you my pain
But you might run away
Not gonna bother me
You can run away

Put in the dark I
I get what I want but I
Carry it blind
Ring on my line
I get what I want, but I
Back on attack
I had to learn to stay
Killin my heartattack
Fueling my heartache
Back on my days
Poppin away
Keep me awake
Keep me awake

I spilled my sins last night
Don't cross my heart might die
Once said I'd find my time
I shed my skin inside


TURNTABLES (Prod by. PROP)

Come up on my own, I ain't worried 'bout them
My guy ah hit a dome, said he'll knock off his head
My baby giving dome, she like coke on her breast
She tryna take a pic, what the fuck you ain't press

Them drugs in my pocket so baby gon top it
My plug just got locked, shit they unplugged the socket
Man my favourite one too, I'm off a 30 in a stu
I'm writing tunes when I'm mute
I'm bringing Fire to The Booth
I'm bringing fire to my mood
Cuz there's snakes in my boot
And I ain't talking bout no friends
I'm saying "satans" getting rude

Baby said i'm rude cuz I don't wanna speak to her
Or maybe I'm reserved cuz I don't trust a single girl
But then again I'm prolly crashing off the coke
See my life was feeling dope
With circumstances, couldn't cope 
So I indulged until I broke 

Guess I'm getting older 
21, I still ain't blown up 
So you know my family buggin
I'm jus sayin “trust the process”
Old friends gonna protest but they ain't making no checks
Like they ain't passing no tests and yes I still don't check my texts 

Ya see I’m all good
I'm callin ALL BLUFF
Said im all good 
I get my moves up 
Yh, Im getting clued up
Yh we cut the moods up
Yh we gettin turnt up
Yh we fuckin burnt up 
WE DON'T FUCK WITH
FAKE BOY, said he Michelin Man..
Lame boy dun out, need to Kurt Cobain your cap 
Lame boy run up, I left with his pack.. deep 
I ain't even bad, I think that violence shit is whack yh

Turnt Up | Prod. KoraKazi

All black whip 
All black tint 
All black on my bitch, giving ratchet lip 
All red on my wrist
That’s that suicide grip 
With nose my all white like Decembers mist 

Nothing like Virgil, my white come clean 
Suen like Lysol, lemon or cheese 
Mind in a haze so i bark my tree 
Then I plant my seed in your mind, that’s eco-friendly, not ego-friendly. 
I don’t give a fuck about your fucking Bentley 
And it’s just rented, watch what ya spending 
How ya gonna grow just invest it gently 
Gently, slide in & break her intestine
hate me, baby, I hate-fuck her then leave that’s raving, walk in the rave on a bean, that’s standard 

Shit I need Andrex, 
nose running, nose runny like panther 
smoking like Cancer, 
That’s Smoke in the Aires, she flying like fairies, pixies
but them pixels don’t match up in HD, catfish, 
back to that Aries bar, ya can’t match this, I’m outlandish, unearthly, no need to panic, still fucked her then dashed it

She don’t wanna love me, maybe 
I feel like I’m going crazy 
I know that I’m fucking brAzy 
Gaan turn me up, tell your bitch play me 

All black whip 
All black tint 
All black on my bitch, giving ratchet lip 
All red on my wrist
That’s that suicide grip 
With nose my all white like Decembers mist 
All black whip 
All black tint 
All black on my bitch, giving ratchet lip 
All red on my wrist
That’s that suicide grip 
With nose my all white like Decembers mist 

I know that you know I can’t fuck with no hoe, see i fucked that hoe then bro went and fucked that hoe, that’s dirty, 30mg, plus another 30, add another 30 Percy’s, it don’t stop me working 
Constantly learning 
I feel Ned’s declassified school survival guide 
Only I don’t care if you don’t take my advice 

All black bitch on Yung white Fix 
Keep the flow crisp, when she suck don’t spit 
Keep the flow crisp in the stu when i spit 
Like walkers, them man are salt, that’s it

ALLBLACKK | Prod. KoraKazi

OATHKEEPER

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KillFix, a prodigious artist hailing from Birmingham, UK, born in 2002, quickly developed a burning passion for creating and experimenting with music. Heavily influenced by music phrasing dark-trap, heavy metal and genres alike, KillFix delivers a captivating auditory experience that transcends boundaries. Using haunting melodies, introspective, spiritualist lyrics and immersive beats; KillFix's soundscapes delve into the depths of emotion whilst offering listeners an enthralling journey through the shadows. In a world where darkness and light coexist, KillFix's music stands out and invites you to explore the uncharted territories of the soul.

Turnt Up | Prod. KoraKazi

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