Kill Shit Too

Section 8 & Paper Plates

In Me

beat by sky 
written by cal meloblu
vocal prod. by prodkeech

lyrics:

This is my final destination
In hell trying to find my location 
This is my mind’s lost creation 
A deep and dark isolation 

I’ll fall down right away
Hope I’ll land in a better place
No matter all of my prayers 
Fire is where I lay

It’s been years since I faced my fears
I’ll block my ears and every problem disappears

I guess I don’t wanna talk
My mind’s trapped with a diamond lock
The key’s been tossed in a useless box 
That’s now in flames, I’m out of luck 

I don’t know how to fall right back in love
With all the pain and the damage that’s done
They won’t understand that I’m not enough 
Dark thoughts and monsters all come out at once

The peak of all this shit has happened for months 
My mind attacks me as I try to run 
But the edge of the cliff side is standing in front
Of me, I guess I might just have to jump 

This is my final destination
In hell trying to find my location 
This is my mind’s lost creation 
A deep and dark isolation 

I’ll fall down right away
Hope I’ll land in a better place
No matter all of my prayers 
Fire is where I lay

@calmeloblu - FIND MY LOCATION (prod. sky)

Fruitger Era (Prod @richRyno) Love all my fans and supporters lets GOOOOOOOO 

Frutiger Era (prod @RichRyno)

MERCURY (prod waynn)

in this situation

Nintendo Hoes [prod. kubakrazy x Rogue$tatu$]

Risk To Have Around

Beat & Performance - CLEOD 
Engineering/Mix & Master - CA$HQUIAT

INSTAGRAM - @BIGCLEOD

[LYRICS] 

Somebody gon die today 
Fuck a  contract I ain’t signing 
no way 
dishin out lies for pay 
Did you get a chance to look at the sky today 
Look at the sky and pray 
Pray 
Look at the sky and pray 
Pray 
Pray

I decode the simi 
Downing alc with Vicodin 
I’m in my 5th inning 
Life is hard 
high again 
My drugs are harder 
Guess I’m high on life again 

Exotic Paris packs in my Duffy 
Smokin up the room, open windows it get stuffy
Up at night, my midi pad get lucky 
Tappin that shit to beat, I feel musty 
Yeah, yeah, Yeah She wanna fuck me
I spent 12k on some boof she still tucking 
Yeah 
Yeah 

Yeah and I Roll 
Losing life
cruising by patrol 

They gotta die by my hands I’m so angry counting bands

I never have enough 
I feel shorted all the time it’s too much 

Yeah 
Yeah
It’s too much 

Tune my 808’s, mix the bus 
I drop my limit, Match a bpm I can trust 

Baby love me yeah she fuss 
I be eating up her sacrifice for lunch 

I’m a goat for pay 
Annnnd 
Somebody gon die today 
Fuck a  contract I ain’t signing
no way 
dishin out lies for pay 
Did you get a chance to look at the sky today 
Look at the sky and pray 
Pray 
Look at the sky and pray 
Pray 
Pray

She wanna kiss my feet
I’m the goddamn son of god 
The way they missin me 

The way they prayin to me 

The way they pay me line my line 
painting up like I’m casso 
I feel like AB collecting fines 
Make it rain, I need a poncho 

Head honcho 
You Catch these hands, I got a lot tho 

Hit you so many times you gon look confused 
Baffled 
Raffle out your girl cause she plateau’d 

I’m sayin that she peaked 
Early on, like it’s Monday and we counting days of week 

Day to day she freak 
Day to day I sleep 
Hibernating past my prime I’m just waiting for the leaks



Somebody gon die today 
Fuck a  contract I ain’t signing 
no way 
dishin out lies for pay 
Did you get a chance to look at the sky today 
Look at the sky and pray 
Pray 
Look at the sky and pray 
Pray 
Pray

Risk To Have Around

Dexxtrin

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