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

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

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)

DeadWinter Deluxe (TheDrugEra)
Cali666 ($ix$erpant)
6thRicky (Sleepy Hollow)
XFolk (BiggyFolk)

Scorched Religion ( prod.Sphynx)

Life Is A Mystery

black blood

Between Dreams [ft. CRISIS]

I don’t even wanna do it 
I just wanna say screw it
Taking everything I had like the blunt I blew it 
Can I make it through this 
Can i make it back I don’t know 
Got the demons at my throat 
Every night I cry and choke 
Got a pillow puddle 
Always stuck up in a muddle 
Always up in my own bubble 
I’m Debating taking shuttles 
Get away, we always struggle 
I can feel your hate every time we cuddle
Even tho it’s subtle 
Shake me up I gotta buckle up 
Everything I gotta juggle up 
But you don’t give a fuck 
In my notes I got rebuttals but I never muscle up 
Get this out I while I can, get a plan, gotta huddle up 

This smoke don’t hit like it used to 
Tryna cope I don’t know what to do 
Pressing call but it won’t go through 
All my walls cave in, panic too

I just wanna smoke away, get the shovel, digging my own grave 
Don’t belong in any place
What u know about the pain, 
what u got all in ur brain
Wishing anything would change but it all stay the same 
Got this panic that I will be alone forever, nobody get it, 
dropping tears all on my sweater, got ur message and I read it 
Staring out the window at the weather, 
everything I dread it 
Running to my bed I’m not safe there i bet it 

I don’t even wanna do it 
I just wanna say screw it
Taking everything I had like the blunt I blew it 
Can I make it through this 
Can it make it back I don’t know 
Got the demons at my throat 
Every night I cry and
This smoke don’t hit like it used to 
Tryna cope I don’t know what to do 
Pressing call but it won’t go through 
All my walls cave in, panic too

Produced by oceanash

Life Is A Mystery

Cyrazami

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