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Lund - 13
Vocals & Production By Lund

Lyrics:
Gun to my head
Like I’m better off dead
What I feel in my heart
Try to smile instead 
Days pass 
Burn the candle both ends
Though I smile thru the pain 
It’s getting harder to pretend
 
Hollowed out
Stomach sick 
I still miss you 
Even after all the shit 
You put me through
I know it’s wrong but
Theres something about you 
No I don't want to stay here
Without you

Caught in between
All the lies and deceit 
Questioning everything 
Love isn’t all that it seems 
I know now 
Stress ring 
Thru my head 
I Can’t sleep 
I’m human not a machine
Is this what it’s like 
losing everything

Caught in between 
Living hell & a dream
Tearing apart at the seams
Praying to god
But he won’t hear me now
Happiness just
Out of my reach
I think 
it’s time that I leave 
1 in the clip
Ima let it sound. 

Gun to my head
Like I’m better off dead
What I feel in my heart
Try to smile instead 
Days pass 
Burn the candle both ends
Though I smile thru the pain 
It’s getting harder to pretend

Hollowed out
Stomach sick 
I still miss you 
Even after all the shit 
You put me through
I know it’s wrong but
Theres something about you 
No I don't want to stay here
Without you

I should hate you 
But I’m missing you instead
Cause when I say I love you 
Girl I mean that shit till death
My heart was skipping beats
But ain’t no rhythm since you left 
My head is full of memories 
That I just can’t forget 

So wrong 
How you treat me
Girl
Fucking with my head
I’m done
Playing games with love is
something you’ll regret
I’m crushed
Gave you everything
took it all and left 
So long 
To the future
We could’ve had

Blood on the concrete 
Beauty in the violence 
Lying thru their teeth cause 
There’s poetry in fighting 
Stronger than you think 
Know that 
We ain’t going silent 
Pain inside me
Adding fuel to the fire

Gun to my head
Like I’m better off dead
What I feel in my heart
Try to smile instead 
Days pass 
Burn the candle both ends
Though I smile thru the pain 
It’s getting harder to pretend

Hollowed out
stomach sick 
I still miss you 
Even after all the shit
You put me through
I know it’s wrong but
Theres something about you 
No I don't want to stay here
Without you

lyrics:

Born out the pit
Nah my life ain gon amount to shit 
Pussy talking stupid 
Tryna jump me cuz I took his bitch

Born out the pit
Nah my life ain gon amount to shit 
Pussy talking stupid 
Tryna jump me cuz I took his bitch
Finna end his life if he scam me outa fuckin 5th
Hang em by his throat allat talkin get a pussy lynched

Trappin with the plastic clutching metal like it's hasbro
Bitch im selling bricks im selling Lego with the mask on
Bitch I keep the big tool like a lesbo with the strap-on
Bitch we keepin chill we smokin got a bitch to tap on

Ring ring got yo bitch is blowing up my phone 
Bling bling metal shine better watch yo tone
Bitch you talkin to the deadhead
Keepin big blades long clips if a bitch tryna talk sum 
Walk on em
Finna walk on his throat 
Tie a brick round his foot then toss his ass off the boat 
Finna smoke on yo broz make a bitch overdose 
Light up yo body say yo prayers to the goat
Take yo wife and yo kids then keep they ass as a trophy
You say you gonna run up guess you run at a slow speed
Blood sipping out yo skull nah that's red rum
Carving triple 666 on a bitch gut
gun hit gun lit with the gun kit 
Runnin up yo pockets bitch I told yo ass to run shit
Pit killa send em up to the next life
Fake ID on me sipping bud light 

Pussy tryna catch sum dodging shit I step right
Quiet when Im runnin tippy toes bitch I step light 
Aiming with the auto glocky switch up with the flex sight
Beaming spraying bodies set a mothafuckin backlight

Born out the pit
Nah my life ain gon amount to shit 
Pussy talking stupid 
Tryna jump me cuz I took his bitch
Finna end his life if he scam me outa fuckin 5th
Hang em by his throat allat talkin get a pussy lynched

HANG EM BY THE THROAT [PROD-BLKSATURN]

MOLLYWALK Feat. XELISHURT & DELIRIUM (prod.BL8DEZ)

needu XC + HATEYOUALREADY + bbybabz

emo - love ya till i die

prod. @ilybeam

i got the rubber stack
so much in my fucking bag
i got the fucking pack
so much in my fucking bag

i dont mean to brag
but i got the fucking swag
im gonna fucking sag
so much belts i fucking sag

ima runner on the track
if you fw my racks
i got the slacks
& i got the fucking plaques

im nodding on the track
fell asleep right in the back
i got the strap
and its on my fucking lap

@starsdeservehate

black limousine drink the same cheap gin 
it’s all on my jeans it’s all on my jeans
300 p on my jeans i feel like chief keef 
my choppa w me, my choppa w me
i got a rubber stack yh im fuckin robber 
don’t ask for my preset i’m fucking robot
blackout in the back of fuckin uber
i don need tips, i just know how to do that

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