00 CB2ME

LYRICS:

Rolled up outta bed and I’m looking like a mess
It’s that antisocial motherfucker, back in my depressed shit
Another existential crisis, I might just cease to exist, you’ll never see me again
I gotta get the ice up out the chest
Ghost the bitch, blow smoke out the whip
All signs point to dip, shit
What a predicament turn me into Kurt Cobain
What’s next after the Glock go bang? 

Ha, I’m immortal, you can’t kill me
Bitches tried, you can always see the envy 
In their eyes, they’re wishing I would die
So it’s kinda funny when I pop back up like surprise
Take another hit, I got it kicking just to feed my drug addiction
Turn whatever I do into a motherfucking living
Don’t put the work in for no bitches
Only doing what I love 
Which is nothing but getting ya’ll 

Head banging
Now your girlfriend’s my girlfriend 
Fucking with the witchy vibes
Trauma bonding over everything you did wrong
Always wasting your time, you’re blowing my high
I’m swerving into traffic
Can’t drive straight, I’m late
I hate people in my way
Spitting flames at all you lames
It’s another day
I’m sure you found a way though 
To get me going, way to go, you’re my motivation

Fuck the police tryna catch this smoke
We get high just to die cause life’s a fucking joke
Fuck a 9-5, got me thinking suicidal thoughts
So high forgot my train of thought 
Lost soul, can’t save me
This shit makes me go crazy 
Not fucking with anybody lately
So fuck off

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The Bottle Or The Sword

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BISCUIT MADE YA FLINCH (FT. STADIUM) (PROD. EGRAX)

YOUR PRETTY FACE IS GOING TO HELL

Can't tell if my eyes are open or closed

Lyrics:
you just miserable
you just mad cus i ain't dismissible
bitch, the tone of your voice makes my ears bleed and the pain you caused is visceral
when i bend you break, but when you bend i bow
you threaten suicide, then brag about fuckin dyin' hoe, 
i think that you just wasting my time 
you ain't love me, you just attached 
you got a problem? 
you a liar 
only hobbys burnin' drugs
you can never get enough
ain't my fault you're cutting up, damn i just need some rest
i pray and pray to lay my head down in peace
ain't been sleepin', it ain't easy keepin' up with all your mental diseases 
at this point i'd barely call it a life, it's just death fuckin reapin'
i've neglected my health, or was there ever a reason?
i ain't smiled in weeks, i watched you lie through your teeth i kept this up for the worst, but it don't matter to me i promised you everything, you gave me pain in return i gave you the world, now i'm gonna watch it fucking burn

i've been hating myself cus of things that you said, 
i been watching my tone saying shit under breath
i feel better alone
in the dark i am home
i been worrying and flourishing, attachment has broke
when it comes to your pain, no i don't give a fuck
depression relentless
that's bad fucking luck 
it's the pills that been crushed,
bitch would rather get drunk
tears always get to rolling when push comes to shove

Bottle of Sand

Who the fuck is Dusai?

Dusai is a Florida based artist who takes inspiration from everywhere. From tattoos and weed, to broken hearts and the highs/lows of bipolar disorder. Dusai will steal your girlfriend and fuck it up somehow all in the same day. A very sensitive, but in your face artist. If you haven’t listened yet, you’re missing out, big time.

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