Tacxin - Mariachi Member [Ft + Letty & Max Mafioso] (Prod K1ro)

FUCK YOU.
PROM MUSIC
HATE THIS SHIT 
ONLY FEW WILL UNDERSTAND.
GOTHMONEYRECORDS.
PROD BY GREAF.

I HOPE YOU HATE DIS

* Instrumental: "Mt. Rushmore" - @TWACharlesH

T-Shirts in The Mail

Hotline Bling (Blacked Out Deadstyle) Prod. KSP

This Is Me Being Selfish

Paper Planes (F. Murph Dirt)

Porn Star Suicide (F. dirt.)

The Loft Boys LP: https://soundcloud.com/kevinscampoli/sets/the-loft-boys-lp

The Loft Boys EP: https://soundcloud.com/kevinscampoli/sets/the-loft-boys-ep

No one to Blame Ft. Kevin Scampoli

* Instrumental: "Closer Than Ever" by @TWACharlesH

I'm a new soul working in soles with two left feet with blisters showing.
I groan, "I'm grown, my picture says so,"
*Picture*: Two left feet with blisters showing in a home that's known for sex that's cold, food that's drove and Saturday shows.

Home then phone? Your blisters show. Within' reach, I clean my own. In a see-through shell like Michael Cole, we said rude things and took out loans. We traded blows for woes and blow and shed our skin to be new souls.

F'n Crows and Gucci clones replace my need for purple throws. Tea-tree leaves me feeling queasy... three weeks had this feeling easy... now it's like it's 2015 and I miss the thrills of eating.

Now that passed, don't think of your past. It's a DailyBurn to accomplish that task. Your Tweets don't last and neither will drags, neither will fat... might as well grab your overpriced mat and validate that. Get them back! Get on your back!

New Soul II

* F. @HambinoTWFS
* Instrumental: "Can I Chill?" by @TWACharlesH

Burn that village down
Now I'm living under the ground
Two floors up with a jar turned cup
       next to glass that's turned brown
Burn that village down
Where did you learn to love?
Where did I learn to run?
A head-dropped sun watched on as you burned that village down

Where did I learn to love?
Where did you learn to run?
Where did we learn to leave a village burning in the sun?

Village (F. Hambino)

prod https://soundcloud.com/nedarbnagrom
Blacked out, on the floor of the beauty bar
Lookin at my boy like "you good tho?"
He said he doin "good bro" from the floor of the stall
 Yeah He good tho he good tho
Everybody has those nights
That was the night tho
Where the fuck would I be without
My friends x3
Don't give a fuck about anything 
My friends x3
Sorry If I  fuck up constantly
Evan Williams 
Pour it up
Bruh takes it straight
I chase so what
The bottle was 5
the soda a buck
on that black out shit 
We just broke up
He gets it, so he pours it up
Toast to the good shit the bad shit and all the above
My friends x3
Where the fuck would I be without
My friends x3
Don't give a fuck about anything 
My friends x3
Sorry If I  fuck up constantly
Don't go
You don't know what you're doing
You don't know who you're fucking
You're too fucked up now
 Falling in public
I wanna help
But I'm wasted off the same shit 
Whenever we're together we get way to fucking faded 
We're gonna make it
You're gonna make it
But I don't know if we can do it as friends
As friends

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Blacked out, on the floor of the beauty bar
Lookin at my boy like "you good tho?"
He said he doin "good bro" from the floor of the stall
 Yeah He good tho he good tho
Everybody has those nights
That was the night tho
Where the fuck would I be without
My friends x3
Don't give a fuck about anything 
My friends x3
Sorry If I  fuck up constantly
Evan Williams 
Pour it up
Bruh takes it straight
I chase so what
The bottle was 5
the soda a buck
on that black out shit 
We just broke up
He gets it, so he pours it up
Toast to the good shit the bad shit and all the above
My friends x3
Where the fuck would I be without
My friends x3
Don't give a fuck about anything 
My friends x3
Sorry If I  fuck up constantly
Don't go
You don't know what you're doing
You don't know who you're fucking
You're too fucked up now
 Falling in public
I wanna help
But I'm wasted off the same shit 
Whenever we're together we get way to fucking faded 
We're gonna make it
You're gonna make it
But I don't know if we can do it as friends
As friends

myspace prod nedarb

When will I forget
It's been too long
Time has passed
Can't regret
Time we spent
Took for granted
Can't replace the thought
But changes come and changes how I look upon myself
And I can't stop from hating that
You could live happily now that you've  gone to
Somewhere else to someone else
Sometimes I think that
we'll make it thru the ocean
We'll make it to the shore
Or sink below the waves
We'll never be we'll never be that way
I can still feel your skin brush below my finger tips the rose in your cheeks, your sweat on me
and now I see your face in everything so I make a song make a song

what u wanted prod dirt.

prod https://soundcloud.com/nedarbnagrom
It's so quiet in my bed
Waiting for you to text back still
But I text back still 
The fuck's a triple text
I dunno baby I'm a hippocrite
I just wanna/know/wtf/is Goin on X2
With us now 
Probably Nothing 
I get that
But I'm drunk and
Tryna hit that
Whattup 
Oh my god the fucks a read receipt
On that samsung can't see emojis
Or maybe they're just like you
I should have known that you were the killer
But now I'm dead
On arrival I'm on a downward ass spiral 
I'm drinkin beer and snortin lines off the counter
A gaping hole shot thru the heart
But I'm just being emotional probably
But there's that word probably 
Why isn't it for sure?
Why aren't you for sure?

It gets worse on some days
And I can't see your face 
Then on others I love you
I can't fucking stand you
I'm doing better now
But I'm just being bitter now
A gaping hole shot thru the heart
And you threaten to call the cops
I'm just trying help you, I'm sorry I locked you in a fucking bathroom
I'm drunk and  don't know how to work the screw 
So I had to kick right thru
I thought you were hurt
I know we were drunk 
But I'm sorry anyways
What's that mean to you x2
Probably nothing
I get that, I get that

187 prod nedarb

prod https://soundcloud.com/nedarbnagrom 
I just wanted to tell you
I think that your gorgeous
Would you come and dance with me
This is the conversation I had in my mind
 at the back of the room
While you danced with your friends
Don't know how blend in

Catch me outside tho
Smoking on a camel 
Or maybe something better
You're gonna have to start the conversation
Cause I don't really do that
hard for me to expect anyone to wanna know me
But I got good vibe off you 
Just know I'm a bad time 
Know I'm a bad time 

Unless you're really with this shit
And you're not playing games X2

It's easier to trust you
Cause then I get my hopes up
But lately I've been losing serotonin
starting not to feel anything 
About actual romance

But wouldn't it be nice?
Wouldn't it be good?

catch me outside prod. nedarb

i do not own any of this but my vocals but I love it 
i am drunk when I record

scott n ramona . lil uzi vert .

the race ft. kevin scampoli

i make songs about people who don't listen to my songs
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No one to Blame Ft. Kevin Scampoli

dirt.

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