Myrcene

All this bud to the dome
Took an eighth to the face 
And i smoke it all alone
Now i feel like im in space 
I’ll be in the pouring rain smoking on the red sweet
Always wearing real tree never see me in the leaves 
Never gonna see me smile
Every time I’m running from my demons lik a mile 
Puking up stomach bile 
In a pile, been this way since a child 
all you bitchboys mild, hit my l dial, but you never pulling up to domicile 
Couple dabs then I slump in the couch 
knife in my black hoodie pouch 
 Holding back cuz I got a lotta doubts
Eyes looking sad when I’m smoking on the loud 
Never fucking with the crowd 

I’m lost in all this smoke 
From the game, lotta pot I tossed in
All the weed I brought in
Own mind I’m locked in
Ever since the acid I was dropping 
Ears are buzzing from the flies 
Rigor mortis is my prize
Pull the trigger, blood dry 
In between my murky eyes 
I’m so high, load the blunt with cherry pie, 
I be eating Cajun fries 
Agonize now I Load the 45
Put me back into the earth
black hearse 
When I die you see my worth 
Bury me in ftp shirts 
Put me back into the earth
black hearse 
When I die you see my worth 
Bury me in ftp shirts 


Produced by oceanash

Myrcene

Aquatic Graveyard
Tombfell - https://on.soundcloud.com/PdtUGfQb4YGQx5hq5

in the ash
of the forest 
where the old
roads end

the crows
gather silent
and they know
where i’ve been

their eyes
fall hollow
their wings
whisper lies

blood 
red skies
where the 
last light dies

in the old woods
where the toxic grows
on the old roads
where the heathens go

chasin stars
bitch i gotta go
fuck my life
bitch it’s all show

what the fuck
do i do
when i gotta 
die quick

gun to my head
just pull that bitch
bitch find me in the woods 
that’s haunted shit bitch

i’m a haunted ghost
southern hick
take control


Dirt too cold gotta put me in the freezer
I been too numb I been smoking on the reefer 
Looking for my soul in the dark in the ether 
Making bodies disappearing with the fucking cleaver 

Bake my brain up in the shed 
Feel  the knife edge 
All the voices in my head  
The rum is red 
I see the lead going thru my eyes 
Now I die
To the sky I fled 
Who am I the antichrist is now awoken from his bed 
I cannot run 
I cannot move I see the moon I get the gun 
Feel the gloom I kick the bucket soon 
I feel I’m fucking done 
Spirits controlling my thoughts 
The Bullet rolling on the table, put it in the chamber, to my head after it spun

Produced by oceanash

Aquatic Graveyard [ft. Tombfell]

Room 237

See the reaper creeping as I die I feel no pain 
Look me in the eyes can’t you see I’m dead mane
Take me off this earth will you take me to my grave 
I still burn when inWake, fill the hurt with the game 

Hear the voices in my brain
Feel my blood is seeping from my crying vein 
Everybody surrounding me stay the fuck away
Head is severed, blood on my carhartt sweater 
Nothing is gonna get better
To my demons I’m tethered
weather gonna get wetter 

All of thid weed in my head 
Ha
I’m gonna fill it with lead
Ha
Rolling the blunts in my bed 
Ha
…Waking up in a sweat 
Taking my life and I’m making a bet 
Blood to my demons I fed
Floating up to the sky and I’m not playing dead 
all of my demons were taunting my head 

2
Leave me alone leave me to waste 
Smoking an eighth, ash in the tray 
Look in the sky, I see grey
Fuvk it life is so fake 
Fuck all the voices in my brain I’m going insane I put down the game I’m smoking then I’m cutting a vein 

Can I get a grip 
Everything a mess and it can’t be fixed 
Waiting for my death not giving a shit 
Put it to my head and empty the clip
Pull up pull up smoking and I smelling like some boofy indica 
My life been a horror movie can’t escape the cinema 

stuck in the same place 
Take a puff I decay 
Wanna save me too late 
only promise my fate 
stuck in the same place 
Take a puff I decay 
Wanna save me too late 
only promise my fate

Produced by oceanash

Room 237

Clairvoyance

Got so much grief and im stuck in my head 
1056, never leaving my bed
Need the weed to the face and I’m smoking  bowls for the dread 
I’m so cold you can see my breath 
Puffing on the weed only pass when I’m dead 
Trying to sleep Myrcene in my head 
On kick Checking all under my bed for the demons that fill me with dread 
On kick Indica keeping me sane I’m losing my brain when I’m thinking at night 
nothing when I wake, Bong rips make it right
rolling back to my dome see my eyes covered all black, in my body no longer inside
open my wrist wide 
 im alone when I die
Huh 
cut to the bone I just might 
In a rut, no control of my life 
Its just me and this night 
See the dead like I shine 
Creeping in the mist
Bagging the blunts that I twist 
Waking up, can’t help to feel like shit 
Blade to the wrist like a blunt that I split
Oh shit have to smoke another spliff
Feeling like a ghost when I’m blowing all the smoke
Hiding all emotions and I’m hoping that they go
But I broke down now my pillow all soaked
Brain cloak
It’s the only way that I know how to cope
Edibles in my pocket I’m off it 
The Skeleton hid in my closet 
All my problems I cause it
I turn
To a demon now I burn 
Put me in the fucking urn 

Produced by oceanash

Clairvoyance

Lyrics-
(SKUMBAG)
I been sitting in your church with some bombs wrapped on my chest
Yall sit there and you pray while all these preachers go molest 
Ill burn up this goddamn church and then ill go burn down  the rest
I be scoping out these pussies i just see them as some pests  
I used to sit and think that god could take away my pain
Now i know hes  fake so ill blow out my fucking brains 
Im waiting patiently to make sure that you die in vein
I was sent here by the devil just to make a fucking stain 
I cock the glock let off one shot and watch the blood begin to spray
Mutilate a fuckboy flip the cross theres not much else to say 
You see me and cyrazami  know we here to spread the plague
We been watching we been plotting on your stupid ass all day  
I been trying hard to stay inside and not pop all these pills 
But i hear him in my mind and he keeps telling me to kill 
I just wanna piss you off no i don’t care about a mil
If you looking for me catch me in the 9th circle of hell

(Cyrazami)
Watch the blood drip off my face 
Don’t be talking boy I’ll put you down and close the case 
You see me creeping but I do not ever leave a trace 
You talk that money but when I pull up that shit misplaced 
Don’t be taking like you hot when you is really not 
Im on the block and I got bombs around the parking lot 
Me and skum about to roll out like we auto bots 
We light that bitch up but we won’t ever get caught 
Surround the body with the yellow tape 
You tried to punk me but that was your first and last mistake 
The fuck you mean you wanna go and take a fucking break 
Got you locked up in my dungeon now you can’t escape 
Schizophrenic motherfucker with the 47 
Your legs are shaking but you only got bout 40 seconds 
Until I paint the walls red and send you straight to heaven 
But your soul will start to fall the triple six I’m repping 
Now bitch I got you guessing 

Produced By Cyrazami

Sitting In Church With A Suicide Vest (Feat. Cyrazami)

$witchBlade$ ( Prod.SCARYMIND)

Dark Passenger 

Roll the game dump the guts 
Smoke is blowing in the gust my life will dissipate I’m dust
I Seen a ghost my face is flush I’m baked my vision blur I’m faded taking w a slur 
Put me back into the earth 
oceanash is in the dirt 

Ocean in the back of a hearse that’s matte 
Hotbox, make it black 
All the damage that I have 
It’s bad 
So sad 
Wrist imma slash 
Drop ash 
Smoke bags
Toke wax now I lag 
New abyss same shit 
New Glock same clip 
New pot I flip
Now they flock for a zip
Moon rock I take a hit
Blood dropping on my wrist
Pain never stop 
Rain dropping on my eyelids 
I’m gonna feel the fucking knife 
Picking a vein and roll the dice
Saying what’s the price 
Of Dollar signs for my life 
spotting my own stone
I’m rotting in the coffin, all i got is my own bones

Roll the game dump the guts 
Smoke is blowing in the gust my life will dissipate I’m dust
I Seen a ghost my face is flush I’m baked my vision blur I’m faded taking w a slur 
Put me back into the earth 
oceanash is in the dirt 

I might get the slug
crows circle and I duck 
Backwoods what I like
Demons coming out at night
Lock my doors roll the blunt tight 
Wrist leak blood seep
Now I’m Triple six feet deep 
Got the sickle bouta reap 
In a loop on repeat 
Eyes thru my window staring at me 
Flashbacks to lsd 
Every day I’m weak
Lookk inside of me, I got a silent heart beat
Im a ghost, watch me levitating off my fucking feet
Now Im speaking in your nightmares
Make you wake and weep 
Thru the walls I creep
Poltergeist you never see

Dark Passenger

Dirt Nap Dreams

Get high from the fume
Might die from the gloom
Black side of the moon
I sigh in my tomb
Get high from the fume
Might die from the gloom
Black side of the moon
I sigh in my tomb

Always anxious in my hand I got the shake 
I roll it up my brain bake 
Brain ache 
Pain take toll
Pay with a blunt roll
Play with my soul no control
What did I say, I just ripped a fat bowl 
 
Shadows moving in my room I can never sleep
Sweeping all my problems like a broom, my Pain deep 
I’m a loser, never win
I’m Never comfy in my skin
My Head spin
Demon grin 
I’m Thinking bout my next of kin


I can’t thinkSmoking indica it stink 
Demons in my fucking mind so I’m talking to my shrink
I’m always getting high cuz life is going in a blink  
Think I’m getting better but into abyss I sink 

 Silver rope chain around my neck
Blowing o’s and watch em twist
All the problems in my head 
All my flaws I make a list  
Will I see you when I’m dead 
Thinking bout the ones I miss 
I gotta check under my bed 
Never get a second of bliss 

All this shit make me sad 
Sat In the ground, 
All the hurt you pat down 
So flat, now i wait to see the grass 
Don’t wake as I take a dirt nap 
As I lay I Take a last drag

Produced by oceanash

Dirt Nap Dreams

Lost The Key To My Locked Mind

I got a couple hundred reasons why i don’t sleep
always starting late at night, im overthinking on repeat
Weed or Nicotine, lsd now I’m too high
thoughts multiply my pupil covering my eyes 

Gotta calm down gotta rip the loud 
Gotta disappear into another  cloud
Water in the glass perc Blow the purp
Bag the smoke alarm so it don’t chirp

Trying every strain of the Mary Jane
Slab of the dab take away the fucking pain
Forget the memories i got all in my brain
Pale boy off the rail like a fucking train




I can never stop smoking pot
Gotta toke another pound of the crop
Weigh an eight in the wood with the moonrocks 
Blaze it outside with my hood when the  gloom drops


Never make it out my mind cuz it locked
crawling out my fucking brain but not before I drop 
laptop Making beats back to back 
Smoking nugs from the pack  backwoods smelling gas

Took a couple games to the dome 
I roam
Feeling numb light the weed and put it out on my bones 
Hope these fake fucks stop calling my phone 
Put my phone on dnd and then I’m gonna get too stoned 



Produced by oceanash

Lost The Key To My Locked Mind

Prod @nightraverse
Assistant engineering @cenotxph
Cover by me

DEAD NORTH, GLOOM
Shoutout No Lives Matter, Wasteland Projects, Nightmare || Eternal

[Lyrics]
Cause it's hard to stand out-out in a big genre
Thinking that I'm trynna' stand out b-b-bitch you on one
Only way, nowadays, to go big
Is with a gimmick, fuck your gimmick
Never cared about appearances
I'll re-route your signal you can find me where the interference is
Listen to this and the modern underground
You tell me what the difference is
We got bars like steel
This shit is real
Never give fuck about how you feel

Bitch I rep Dead with the North
And it's GLOOM to the Tomb
Your future is fucking doomed
Dub to L to the P
No Lives Matter in this bitch
Your life it aint' fucking free hoe

Wake up, bop-bop
100 damn shots-shots
No laser you can't tell where fucking dot was
Fuck your team you don't need no damn plot cause
All of you some bitches that'll never be hot hot
Bitch we stay connected your asses get rejected
The deadboy-sound is the style that we perfected
You say that you going hard well I just fucking objected
All expected, that you're trash and I stand fucking corrected hoe

NewAgeUnderground (Prod Nightraverse)

Lyrics-
Coat the rope in gold and then I’ll wrap it round my neck 
Still struggle to survive so you know I need my check 
That’s a nice computer how about you show the specs 
I would love to tell you all about it but to you it’s too complex 

For your mind to understand what it’s like to be me 
Living life in constant suffering and misery 
I got bombs and a bunch of artillery 
We gonna pull up to your house just like it was delivery  

AR with the scope red dot on your head 
Why don’t you eat some bullets how about you eat my lead 
I’m the demon that is reaching out from under your bed 
Feel like Undertaker because I rise up from the dead 

We about to tie you up and cut your body from head to toe 
Hate this fucking weather man I really fucking hate the snow 
I'm moshing in the pit even at my own damn shows 
The last time I felt happy was a very long time ago

ColdWeather

Cyrazami

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