Ain’t No Grave

Performed By: DarkSyde

Writers: Michael Aiden McClenton
Harper Andrew Lee

Composers: Michael Aiden McClenton
Harper Andrew Lee

Producers: Monarch, DarkSyde

Ain’t No Grave

Performed by:

DarkSyde
Maggie Watson
Hollyotta

Written by:
Michael McClenton
Ota Izumikawa
Margaret Watson

Produced by:
DarkSyde

Dream On (ft. Hollyotta & Maggie Watson)

Performed by: DarkSyde

Written by: Michael McClenton

Producer: DarkSyde

Not a Word

Performed By: DarkSyde

Written: Michael McClenton

Mixed: Mason Embers

Produced: DarkSyde


Lyrics:

She leads me on
Yet still I follow
Always felt like I won the lotto
Ain’t no money worth the time 
I borrowed
She always hits my jack
End up fighting then 
Taking it back
Gotta tell her enough
It’s a wrap
Start to slip 
And I’m  caught her trap
I carry all the weight
On my shoulders 
Got me running around
With boulders 
Held on to my soul
But she sold hers
I Got all her mistakes
In my folders
Imma fold her now
These streets can’t hold me down
They tried to line me up
They try to take my throne
But they Can’t hold my crown




Chorus: 

They see me chasing on that high
Got me dying when I’m low
Don’t know how much I made
Only remember what I’m owed
When I can’t sing a song
That’s when I know I’m getting old 
Like dirty money 
dirty laundry
Man You’ll know I’ll never
 fold

Verse
Back on the same thang
Everyday wake up
The Mans gotta pay up
We all got the same pain
On the same train
Bubbly
Stirring my cup 
I’m bout to double my luck
Enough is enough 
One wrong move
And you might get stuck
Tell the other ones
Wish me luck
Everyday that I wake
is a chance that I’ll take
Pray the end never comes my way
Every time that I drop
Pushes me to the top
Once I make it 
I’m here to stay
I’m a slave to the game I play 
But I always come back the same
Doesn’t matter my name 
Or the fame
It’ll all be the same when
I realize 


Chorus: 

They see me chasing on that high
Got me dying when I’m low
Don’t know how much I made
Only remember what I’m owed
When I can’t sing a song
That’s when I know I’m getting old 
Like dirty money 
dirty laundry
Man You’ll know I’ll never
 fold


Verse 3:
Ridin on the beat 
I’ve seen people
sell they souls
For some fame
 N Small fees
See my homies hit me last week 
That’s how I know
It’s time to rap
Make my money 
Then fall back
We ain’t go the time for cap
So we double up and pull the clutch
Dreams ain’t a want
It’s a must 
Turn a negative into a plus
Then we win again just because

When my hearts stops
the body drops
Where will my soul leave
I’ve been drowning with lungs
So without them can I breathe 
I wonder 

Can anyone hold me down
Before I self destruct 
Will anyone miss me now
Even when my spirits gone
Is the grass just only greener
On someone else’s lawn
I’m just a pawn
One day they’ll see
And I’ll be free 
Cause I said


Chorus: 

They see me chasing on that high
Got me dying when I’m low
Don’t know how much I made
Only remember what I’m owed
When I can’t sing a song
That’s when I know I’m getting old 
Like dirty money 
dirty laundry
Man You’ll know I’ll never
 fold

Dirty Laundry

Performed by: DarkSyde

Written: Michael McClenton

Producer: DarkSyde

Engineer: Kippy Kenneth Warren

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Written by: Michael McClenton
Aretta Anderson-Clausell

Producer: DarkSyde

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