Name: too bright:: super-luminous supernova by THE DOOM SLAYER
Duration: 1 min 36 s
Description: composed and performed by black teenager (the doom slayer)

CielGreystone ft Kruegerspit [ #enjoy life ]

Echoes of Yesterday

Highs & Lows

lyrics:

look at me drip
i am ontop of that ho, she in the pit
i do not talk to that hoe but she on the fit
that lil bitch dont want my heart she want my dick </3

40 it rip
if you wanna touch on my bread or touch my bitch
i'll put that nine to your head, now you can think
i cannot fuck with the feds, im just gon dip

run up on me and ya dead
all of us covered in read
all of my niggas the shit
all of you niggas the feds
im in this bitch wit no VIP
i got that guap in my head
i got that pack on my back
i got that bitch in my bed
 
yah yah

money i count it
I GOT THAT GUAP ON MY HEAD JUS LIKE A BOUNTY
THEY WILL NEVER CATCH ME FUCK THE COUNTY
YOU RODE MY WAVE NOW YOURE DROWNING
I MADE MY BED NOW IM DYING
SHE IN THAT BED RIGHT BESIDE ME
I WATCHED MY SOUL LEAVE MY BODY

cyrstals burnin, i was servin
wit my shawty, with my 40, wit my brodie
wit my woatie, wit my 40, wit my 30

all of my niggas in here came in that bih wit my block
i luh my bih 4real i luh my bih A LOT
juggclub, my niggas foreal, run up on me and get popped
i dont gotta shoot foreal, my buddy, he hold the glock

AKIRA 2019

burn (all this shit)

1-(800)-999-JUGG

* SHYNE GRIEF * <3

composed and performed by black teenager (the doom slayer)

too bright:: super-luminous supernova

I made this small project as a personal goodbye. a last payment of respect for the death of the idea of "the one". the earth is a cold, dead place. maybe that idea could never live on such a rock.

I cant help myself from the anger that burns me as i watch in disgust.
burn them
abuse them
kick them in the trash.
if they yell back who cares ? it's not your problem anymore, its theirs. so why care. don't think about how that made you feel.
it didn't.
drink more. fuck more. ingest until you cant anymore.
fuck what that kid said. use all to your gain.
this is the social plane I've existed in these last months.

Hidden in the ripped jeans jacket of a punk is something that could set you free. 
that's all you want. so make it fast.
behind the jeans of who you want right now wont set you free.
but that's not what you want. so make it fast.

I hope the smog of self-justification and disregard for other doesn't fill my lungs. for now i exist it in. but i'm so tired.
so confused.

too bright:: super-luminous supernova

THE DOOM SLAYER

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