Pomo drop so u know its gonna be a good day

Copy of Daily Drops oct 24 23

08) Contemplating At Penn Station (Prod. Zionkat)

10) blueday (Prod. Waboondabeat)

i promise im trying

SWERVE OUT

SWERVE OUT (PROD. IMDEAD)

as she walks away

Make this fucking money you bitches moving funny
Make this fucking money you niggas looking like a dummy
I️ cant fuck with a bitch thats crummy
I️ been getting money with all my niggas
I️ been getting this money I️ been riding round around the old city now i been moving with the night n9nes 
I slang with the nightlifes
The gang the no more mr nice guys
The chains glow like fireflies 
Them jains look like tye dye
Been doing this from the jump speakers knockin loud with all the bump 
Been doing this from the jump speakers knockin loud with the all the bump
came in with the fye fye Goodnight this bitch went bye bye
Chump!
See how this nigga came from the jump
I️ came out slugging got out from the slumps
I️ only did this shit for fun fuck!
Yo This little bitch went fucking thump!
Bitch why you bugging suck it 
You already know nigga we up to something

I️ been getting this money
I been getting this money
I been doing this shit 
I️ been this doing this shit
I️ been getting this money
I been getting this money
I been doing this shit 
I️ been this doing this shit
Word to my mother I️ do not fuck with you or your mother
Bitch you a bother
Fuck all your brothers
Bitch I️ came from the summer
Who tf is even you fucking father?
Fuck out my face
every minute you getting dumber and dumber
Bummer
Nigga get paper in they slumber slumber
Nigga I’m the Alpha and Ωmega
Time money space with the rutabaga 
Talking all that shit you’ll gon lose a lengua 
Andele andele
Im on my way
Nigga I️ did this shit dolee 
Rated-R superstar you think you know me
This Chanel is a Zoey
Nigga I’m bada$$ with the Joey 
Nigga I’m horny
Suck my dick!
I️ been getting paper with all of my fozeys
No suburban I️ been swerving through the coneys
Pittsburgh pirate, the Mac Millys the 
boneys 
Got this bitch spinning bachata
Im with my niggas with the blakkas
Bringing the flame like my name is Flocka
Kick this bitch out! soccer! 
We gonna see this bitch go to heaven and we won’t ever see this bitch again(Bye bye)
Christian Dior the lead
Now you can you live with the corpses like you see em in yo head

THE BROKEN STAR

Deep October - Rigor Mortis prod. Thornskin Slowed

truce

I promise

Lyrics:

I don’t wanna wear my face today
I’m ashamed 
I hang my head in shame (aha)
I think I’ll throw old this body away
As I take pieces from your face (aha) 

I don’t really wanna wear my own skin 
What a shame, oh what a shame I am
My face stained by blood and mistakes 
Till I can’t recognize who I am (aha) 

I don’t really wanna wear my face today
No I don’t wanna wear my face (aha)
I think I’ll throw this old body away
As I take pieces from your face 
As I rip it away 

Look around for a face to take 
Bits and parts of me 
I wanna replace
My mistakes and the blood on my hands 
Another reason i should hide my face (aha)
 
I don’t wanna wear my face today
I’m ashamed 
I hang my head in shame (aha)
I think I’ll throw old this body away
As I take pieces from your face (aha) 

I don’t really wanna wear my own skin 
What a shame, oh what a shame I am
My face stained by blood and mistakes 
Till I can’t recognize who I am (aha)

I don’t really wanna wear my face today
No I don’t wanna wear my face (aha)
I think I’ll throw this old body away
As I take pieces from your face (aha)

Leather Face.. the skin collector..

Duffel Bag (Prod. King Lunde)

backing vocals by: Allie Rubin

Lyrics:

I can see your point of view
but it’s wrong to me
No need to be rude
I have respect
and I wish you did too
Always jump to conclusions
like predators hunting food

But
Shawty ill bet if you ate me you’d get high
and you wouldn’t enjoy it because you limit your life
Hold yourself back and bitch and wonder why
you’ve made no progress over long periods of time

Abusing these drugs like I was abused as a kid
The only difference is this penis isn’t really a dick
Catfished I was a dumb ass
Creepy humans have the last laugh
because they bust they nuts to my prepubescent asscrack
But that’s that
But it’s whatever
I can’t change the weather
I lost emotions my arm I sever
just to trigger something in my brain
It worked?
No never
Even if it’s terror I would feel much better and alive

I can see your point of view
but it’s wrong to me
No need to be rude
I have respect
and I wish you did too
Always jump to conclusions
like predators hunting fo OO o ooo oo 0 o Od

I’ve killed myself 30 times now everything is off
Nothing sounds or feels the same
Wake up the next day confused and lost
Scream loud as tortured angels just to re-live nitrous ox
because my own homie got me hooked on shit
Like boats on rocks

Fuckers shallow trapped and can’t travel deeper
I pity them because to me
the reaper helps solve your battles
Deleted brains stuck thinking cheaper
Sheep cattle follow evil
But vessel, let me tell you “letting go”
you’ll find your ether and you’ll never ever wonna go

Lyrics:

Bumbag wid my rizla and my loud
And it’s raining pouring down on my suedes im mad now
Get some yak I’ll back it down 
Drowning out I’ll get around
And I been around like a roundabout I know it now 

Focused on my sound
Not focused on a pal 
Cah they all fake i sussed them out 
I been filled with all this doubt
When it comes to me and them I know we ain’t gone make it out 
I set it straight level it out 
Im tryna do this make mum proud 

And I been in my brain 
Im tryna get out get away
For too long I been surrounded by the snakes 
in the grass they been hiding tryna see if they’ll get placed 
Of the shi they feeding off 
They can’t ever take me away

Im talking bout some day 1s 
Leave you in the dark ain’t say nothing
Got problems that I’m running through 
I don’t wanna discuss it 
Actions so disgusting 
The things you do I hate can’t love it 
I don’t wanna talk too much from myself I been running 

But it’s all fine 
I keep it moving through this life 
There’s been a couple times where I tried to end this life
But I gotta carry on made promises in life 
But I gotta carry on made promises in life 

I know that it’s hard in this life
In this life 
The things you finna try 
Maybe they might break your mind 
But we gotta carry on made promises in life
But we gotta carry on made promises in life

Go to central for the buzz
With the guys I’m with the tugs 
But we feeling all the love in the air
Smoke a spliff on the stairs 
Spitting bars with no cares 
Tryna find a lair 
We’re tryna chill up there 

We talking bout some shi 
Yeah we talking bout some stories 
Tryna feel nostalgic we ain’t gotta feel no worries
I been in my brain with hella luggage like a lorry 
Yeah im sorry for the things that I done 

I didn’t wanna feel that shit 
I didn’t wanna break love 
And yeah I’m sorry things was tough 
When we both went through enough 
We can’t play the blame game what’s with all this fuss
I’m washing way the memories like I’m washing way blood 

For too long yeah I felt enough 
I don’t wanna restart I wanna push through tho 
All this stress and all this shi I gotta let it go 
All this stress and all this shi I gotta let it go

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Duffel Bag (Prod. King Lunde)

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