LYRICS:

(SCISSOR)
So fucking paranoid I sit back wait for my heart to explode
Fucking weak that I can't bring myself to rest in my own home
I got issues that I'm dealing with so let me be alone
Take a polaroid of all my fears pin it to my dome

Nothing left
Drained all the blood that I've bled
I'm blind
Only colour that I see is red
I'm ashamed of the skin that I've shed
I dine
Only thing that I taste is led

Insomnia got me picking at my flesh
And my paranoia got me in a fucking mess,
Ima
let loose
In a mess
Ima
Let loose cuz I feel death prowl

I hit up homie like yo biv let's make them fucking scream
Scizzy and mercy the hardest the underground has seen
Shit got me dizzy get gritty my aura coloured green
Schoolboy Q in this bitch banking those collard greens

Sick of all of you leeches
Scene is in pieces
I gotta fix this shit
I am all of your weakness
You are just schemas
You cannot trick me bitch
Think that you got potential driving all of those fucking rentals boy
You gotta weak mental all you trap boys
think you metal

(BIV)
Wig split,
Finna put that bitch up on my hit list,
Dip shit, told me I was nothing so I pissed it,
Off with my wrist slit, coughin up my bitch fit,
Miss this, couldn't find they lane so I picked it,

Fuck a budget,
Bitch I'm showing up with something,
I can tell that I mean nothing, yuh
Fuck a budget,
Bitch I'm showing up with something,
Why you caught up all the sudden?

Fuck, what they sayin,
I got times a wastin,
You ain't never save him,
Boy don't test my patience,
Only in your statements,
Who the fuck you playin?
How you finna make it?
Bitch don't keep me waitin,

(SCISSOR & BIV)
Fucked up
You ain't tryna see me when I'm fucked up
Fucked up
You ain't tryna see me when I'm fucked up

(BIV)
Put a rack in homie's hand, just because I can,
Still ain't good enough for man, get more than I plan,
Smoke a couple packs and think they livin off the land,
Home of the free, caskets for the broke and damned,

I'm better off workin nights,
Not the vulture type, but still the one to earn my stripes,
Tryna get my money right, put fam in better light,
Then eat a 30 clip and call this shit a life

(SCISSOR & BIV)
Fucked up
Fucked up, Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up, Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up, Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked
You ain't tryna see me when I'm,
Fucked up
Fucked up, Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up, Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up, Fucked up
Fucked up
Fucked up, Fucked up

CHARCHOAL Ft. Van Lawson (Prod. by Biv & Van Lawson)

HOLLOW SHELL [PROD BY BLXRR]

Wait, late
Locked up outside of the gates
Im something that hell don’t take so god told me to wait
An example of hatred, updating direction of fate, wait
Nirvana is sacred, I havent earned my own stay
Losing my patience, eternity spent in cage, awake
Permanent vaca, somewhere the light dont display
How do I say this? Refusing to face it, the fact I feel like a shell of a fake
I hope I dont make it, I hope it keeps raining, I hope that it drowns me, theres no other way

Need no assistance, the issue is living this mental made prison, Im bound to go Missing
Hoping that no one is witness to this, blood getting painted on leaves in the sticks
My eyes despise, Ill never see the sky above 
Slit on the wrist Im convinced Ima live for deaths of the ones that I love
Addicted to the feeling of not winning of subsconscious sinning 
Preaching bout the ending, seek repentance then repeating it
Brick by brick, Im losing it slowly, often pissed, not optimistic if bout my life, I grab the rope to choke me, roll a spliff, forgetting shit mostly
You could just call me a zombie, dead body, can call me a muh fucking dope fiend, though you dont know me, hating this whole scene, I could just OD

If The Afterlife Is Full, Why Are My Friends Still Dying? (prod. sobernap**)

PVCTOFSVLEM

MIXED AND MASTERED BY @vagabondthe

NO EVIDENCE

Last song of 2024 
Prosperity in sight
Time won’t heal

Prod. Pand

SECT

If I could tell you I would (Feat. 10P!ECE & DVRKSIDE) [Prod. Pand]

☁ ☂ ⥀

ABSOLUTION [PROD BY OFFICIAL GOLDLACED PRODUCTIONS]

tried to make this as vinyl sounding as possible. lmk what you think, did the synth and bells all on my board 
PUTTING ON FOR 5150RECORDS

WIG $PLIT

SMITHEREENS

I don’t want this burden 
I’ve seen lifetimes with out those I hold dearest it seems
Please take away these wings I’ve used for so long to avoid the truth 

———-

No addition to this body strip my wings 
I plummet miles from the darkest sky
Far from warmth
Still close to home when I’m in my decline
My intermissions
Self destruction all by my design 

If it’s patience I won’t change we have these talks like all the time
Serenade reflections
Nurture something wicked deep inside
You won’t answer calls 
It makes me show my hate from time to time
The work I’m puttin in would break some of the most devout men’s spines

I’m hiding malice in the face of admiration 
I can’t separate
Myself from all this aggravation 
Only time will tell

Can I heal these wounds my lacerations 
Point me in direction
Of a way to heal
I squander that 

I feel the weight on me 
Nothin but but hate on me
Drenching and drowning 
This plague on me

Please erase all I see 
Take these synthetic wings
Break these synthetic strings
Break your pathetic means
It’s all a lie

I’m preaching this heresy
Nobody care for me 
I’m on a high

Yall look like charity
Might need some therapy
I’ll be just fine
Loss brought me clarity
Shit don’t seem fair to me
Why won’t I die


It’s a blur like all the rest
The way I got here 
Time cant give me back my peace

I want you more than words could speak
I see your silhouette in dreams
God please take away my wings