Hell (Prod. V - E Beats)

[lyrics]

What's it gonna be with the violence
What's it gonna be when the fire rides in
What's it gonna be like when the sound of you and I die out
What's it gonna be with the violence
What's it gonna be when the fire rides in
What's it gonna be when sound of you and I die out

What's it gonna be with the violence
What's it gonna be when the fire rides in
What's it gonna be like when the sound of you and I die out

What am I to do with my room, oh
Got the walls turning yellow
What am I to do in the city
If I can't have it all and I just wanna feel pity?

What's it gonna be, dead lovers
What's it gonna be, the sun is rising soon
What's it gonna be, dead lovers
What's it gonna be, who suffers now

I don't want you to wanna die tonight
Just answer your phone so we can talk alright
Better let it ring, let it ring for time
Dead on the floor with some bloody lines

What's it gonna be with the violence
What's it gonna be when the fire rides in
What's it gonna be like when the sound of you and I die out

I know I seem okay, but I swear I'm in some pain
Know it's hard to see me smile, cause how fast it fades away
Can't take another day, pack my shit and run away
Run this earth all by myself, make sure you all know my name
Know you fucking up, you need someone to blame
I can't take this shit no more, you need to stay up out my lane
I ain't got no words to say
Except for fuck you all and fuck you till the day

What's it gonna be with the violence
What's it gonna be when the fire rides in
What's it gonna be like when the sound of you and I die out
What's it gonna be, dead lovers
What's it gonna be, the sun is rising soon
What's it gonna be, dead lovers
What's it gonna be, who suffers now

Dead Lovers

Dead Lovers [Prod. Zach Sutton]

They don't know my pain, nah they don't know what it takes

Blame Me By Dylan Thomas Prod. Pyctur

hit me up (Prod. untaeq)

FRIENDLY THUG 52 NGG - BELBOARD (BEAT)

[jacc]
i know u resent me 
but love like urs
comes once in a lifetime 
and look what ive done
all my anger is pent up
i cant blame no one
nobody but me
layin flat on my back
my tears turn dirt into mud
feed off my grief
i know ill have enough
i could sink here for weeks
separate from tha sun
i could breathe all i want 
what’s tha point w/o love
take me away 
save my soul from this blood

Blame Me By Dylan Thomas Prod. Pyctur

Dylan Thomas 2.0