Wrists ft. Aragoth [prod. Aragoth]

DEATHHH

CANT LET GO

prod.thersx // 

i don’t wanna do this all alone
painful
hollowed
in all the bones
same jeans 
burn holes in all of my clothes
one more bring me closer ima overdose
never leave my house till it’s overgrown
don’t call my phone just leave and go 
hate my guts my knees and toes
just face my luck then breath a groan

her face i fuck i bleed patron
don’t know what i need to know 
hold me cause i need to go
baby you could keep the gold 
i’ve been in the deep before 
they told me what you reap you sow 
and i died like a week ago 
so i’m going to see monroe

alone pt.v

Mikey Rotten - Isis (Prod. Bollywood Beed)

I got the 9 on my hip so I’m calm in commotion 
I’m going bla bla bla now u see your blood flowing 
I cut em up on my lip got that blunt keep blowing 
I’m sipping thc in lemonade that indica potion o
I be Cruising thru the city I’m that shadow bringing dread 
Got my Glock loaded thoughts of rivals in my fucking head 
Got my Red Sox fitted back I’m swinging for the fence 
Fake bitches in my texts imma pass they make no sense 
I got it in my fucking waist keep it close on the go 
Pulling up to barbecues speaking on the  low
I’m wearing camo on the block 
I’m making racks u bitches not 
I’m running while u trot
My toe tagging and I rot  
Pull up in the matte black lights low seats glow 
Couple thousand racks that I’m counting on the road 
Diamonds on my neck shine like led shows 
You never see me cuz I always move in stealth mode
Whippin’ through the night time, coupe doors suicide
Money conversations, don’t need your franchise
Big bands, back to back stacks, we on that ride
Only law I live by-never slack, always slide
I got the 9 on my hip so I’m calm in commotion 
I’m going bla bla bla now u see your blood flowing 
I cut em up on my lip got that blunt keep blowing 
I’m sipping thc in lemonade that indica potion 
Bla 

Produced by oceanash

Barbecue

F*ck Your Clickbait (Prod. by Netuh)

Beat prod by: @sorrow_bringer
Cover art by me
Thank you all for listening!
Shoutout @grey_official helping!

[Lyrics]
Pacing through the city, gritty nothing pretty
Cigarette lit I spit on the concrete
Living with no pity, walking shoes that fit me
Cigarette ash spend cash on the bar street

Alcohol up in my system and I'm far away from home
Chilling with the homies in the city, drinking as we roam
Alienated misfit from the north, feeling wrong
I can never shake that feeling that I don't belong
Right here, right there
No matter where the place be
Never been a minute that I ever really felt like me
Way past midnight, lights everywhere they shine so bright all I can see
Pain and torture, dark outside, but still it be fucking high degrees

Pacing through the city, gritty nothing pretty
Cigarette lit I spit on the concrete
Living with no pity, walking shoes that fit me
Cigarette ash spend cash on the bar street

Day to turn night and the streets come alive
Walking through the sea of people hoping I survive
Cause you know I never sleep good I'm always deprived
Hotell 1944 like liberation arrived

Pacing through the city, gritty nothing pretty
Cigarette lit I spit on the concrete
Living with no pity, walking shoes that fit me
Cigarette ash spend cash on the bar street

EindhovenDowntown (Prod. Sorrow Bringer)

I don’t want help, I don’t want out
Just wanna lie here, block it allout
Talking to myself what the fuck I’m on about
Smoking on the loud I don’t wanna feel the doubt 
Staring at the ceiling, and it blank as my mind
Thoughts echo slow, like I’m stuck in rewind
No tears left, no rage, no scream
Just static between each of my dreams
I walk alone where the silence speaks loud
Shadow on my back, no love in the crowd
Cut ties like a wire, sparked, then died
Now it’s just me, and the night, i gotta hide
Never fit the script, never played the part
They say I’m too cold, too sharp, too dark
Every time I’m at the ocean I’m like throw me to the sharks
When Im anxious feel like imma puke I gotta park 
They smile, but they hope I fall
Fake hugs, fake love I felt it all
So I built this wall, no one gets through
You don’t like me? Cool, I don’t like you
Nobody calls nobody checks
Out here by myself no one left
No “how you been,” no “you alright?”
Just silence in my room ringing every night

Produced by oceanash

Talking To Myself

Tryna cope
I just smoke
Purple buds make me choke
I’m feeling broke
I never spoke
I’m with a dame 
Pretty face
She know my name 
We smoke an eighth
She know my pain 
She know my 
We boutan hit a stain the gloomy gang back with sadness 
you come at me with the blade yeah it’s madness
You gon need some ranch if you snatching on my karats
All these fuck boys keep talking like they parrots
Life is just a glitch that I patched with a weed smell.
Everything faded, like the tags on the seatbelt,
Tears on the dash, drip slow like the wax
Tray smoked, I’m empty tho, what do I do  panic attacks 
If I’m alone I’m feeling low 
If I don’t smoke I cannot cope 
Ain’t nothin here let it go 
Blowing os
Stuff the blunt it’s overflowed 
You say 
You say I’m cool but I don’t know 
What you 
What u see in me I see nothing though 
Lately I’ve been spending too much time up in my fucking head 
Getting too close with the demons all under my fucking bed 
 reaching out their hands and grabbing me with all the fucking dread 
Pulling my leg under they won’t listen if I fucking beg
Tryna cope
I just smoke
Purple buds make me choke
I’m feeling broke
I never spoke
I’m with a dame 
Pretty face
She know my name 
We smoke an eighth
She know my pain 
She know my 

Produced by oceanash

Carats

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