Toxins

Lost in the Woods by Eli Ash

All tracks written and produced by Eli Ash

OMW prod. Eli Ash

Toxins prod. by Eli Ash

Outrageous prod. by Eli Ash

How It Goes prod. by Eli Ash

Señorita prod. by Eli Ash

Close! prod. by Eli Ash

Visuals @ 4 AM prod. by Eli Ash

WYA prod. by Eli Ash

KEEP GOING prod. by ELI ASH

(Wasting my time)

I was tryna cop a 3.5
Turns out that shit was 2.9
Why the fuck you try to sell me lie?
You’re just tryna waste my time
Wasting my time
Wasting my time

Moving slow
Through the smoke
You should know
You should toke
Blowing out of windows
This shit’s so lit, oh you should know
This is the bee’s knees, that’s for sure
On a roll
Blow-blowing smoke
Out windows
Oh it’s so
Beautiful

I was tryna cop a 3.5
Turns out that shit was 2.9
Why the fuck you try to sell me lie?
You’re just tryna waste my time
Wasting my time
Wasting my time

You just be wasting all my time
In the night time
Call my hotline
When you need me
Don’t call me on FaceTime
Get your mind right
Catch another flight
In the evening
Don’t call me bout extra lies
Why you blowing mine?
Yes, but rather die so I’m geekin’
So great in my damn mind
Calling at the time
Yes, I’m on mine so believe me

I ain’t go no reason to lie
Messin’ up, my guy
No I can’t text you
All of the time
You just, you just tryna
You just, you just tryna
 Wasting my time
Wasting my time (Waste all of my time)
Wasting my time
Wasting my time (Waste all of my time)

I was tryna cop a 3.5
Turns out that shit was 2.9
Why the fuck you try to sell me lie?
You’re just tryna waste my time
Wasting my time
Wasting my time


WRITTEN BY ELI ASH and MR. OXLEY
PERFORMED BY ELI ASH and MR. OXLEY
PRODUCED BY ELI ASH and MR. OXLEY
MIXED AND MASTERED BY ELI ASH

wasting

(Got that good good, girl, you didn’t know?)

I be tweakin’
For no reason
Every weekend
Every weekend

My dudes beside me eating chicken
Know I need them digits
Tryna spit whatever, the top, man it’s not a scrimmage
I just came through with some flows with no fucking writtens
The woes, good riddance (Ah)
Switch it up and don’t give a fuck
Man, I was all in her throat
Like a goddamn hiccup
Man, I’m looking at the time
It’s probably seven something
We out here, I’m just fucking hunting
All these fucking digits (I be tweakin’)
We need our pockets a little fatter
I don’t know why
I feel like life is a disaster
I’m doing whatever the fuck I please (Every weekend)
Spitting like it’s the breeze
Really, this shit’s the knees
Glad I don’t got felonies
Looking back, shit I’m glad that she fell on knees
I just wonder what else I could do
Just out here fucking wildin’ out while we’re up in the stu
Ableton, these demons weigh a ton
I cannot make it up
I’m feeling fucking good
(?)
(I don’t even know, that was just one take)

I be tweakin’
For no reason
Every weekend
Every weekend (2x)



WRITTEN BY ELI ASH
PERFORMED BY ELI ASH
PRODUCED BY ELI ASH and MR. OXLEY
MIXED AND MASTERED BY ELI ASH

tweakin' freestyle

I gets the cream fuck all that coffee shit,
Harlem nigga to the core but I’m boutta get up on my flossy shit,
Come thru it’s a cake galore I switched up like omnitrix,
No set backs bro step back if you don’t get that,
Don’t get slapped or forget that,
Lemme just run down the list of my plans,
I need a ticket to France,
Girlie that’s thick in the pants,
A million bands like warped tour in advance,
Penthouse with a plant,
King size under queen thighs,
You dream high when you seen life,
I’m impulsive I don’t think twice,
You dull son you need moonshine,
Come to yo region my niggas move like behemoths,
Cold like anemics we get it like we cohesive,
Keeping these niggas in line that’s why they say life is a sequence,
You better make like MJ, OJ, Magic Johnson and beat it

Don’t waste my time
Don’t bang my line
Rotate your mind
Get yours not mine

I gets the loot
Loot loot loot loot loot
Get him to the loot
Loot loot loot loot loot
All about my loot
Loot loot loot loot loot
Wake up for the loot
Loot loot loot loot loot
Skrr

WRITTEN BY LENOX MONTROSE
PERFORMED BY LENOX MONTROSE
PRODUCED BY MR. OXLEY
MIXED AND MASTERED BY ELI ASH

lenox montrose interlude

I’m repenting for my sins
It can’t go like that again
I ain’t got no friends
Now I’m blowing with the wind
This road got some twists and bends 
Be that till the journey ends
It does not depend
Should’ve been good to them

See my face, you see regrets
All the sess won’t clear the stress
I ain’t from the ‘jects
Still it’s poverty
Though at night it bothers me
So I chase a check
I’m awake but still I dream
Alright, I confess
I remember second grade
Thought he’d get some M’s for A’s
Now it’s MP3’s
Nah, I’m riding WAV’s
But I’m lost at sea
Grandma’s telling me there’s hope in lottery
Know it’s bogus
So I gotta hit that college scene
Thought the sex would help me raise my low self-esteem 
What a lie
An excuse to move selfishly 
It’s no wonder why niggas just don’t mess with me
I never think

I’m repenting for my sins
It can’t go like that again
I ain’t got no friends
Now I’m blowing with the wind
This road got some twists and bends 
Be that till the journey ends
It does not depend
Should’ve been good to them
I’m repenting for my sins
It can’t go like that again
I ain’t got no friends
Now I’m blowing with the wind
This road got some twists and bends 
Be that till the journey ends
It does not depend
Should’ve been good to them

WRITTEN BY ELI ASH 
PERFORMED BY ELI ASH 
PRODUCED BY ELI ASH 
MIXED AND MASTERED BY ELI ASH

no friends

Running as if I’m rolling through a cannon 
Fuck it, I’m spitting with reckless abandon (2x)

(Find it, like I lost it like it fell out my pocket
I can’t find it, like I lost it, like it fell out my pocket)  

People say they lit but they ain’t really with the funk
Getting kinda lifted I admit it’s the drugs

Need a whole lotta vida ‘fore I see the reaper
Might just feed the beat for no fucking reason
Probably need a reason to keep taking reefer
Fuckers keep behind me I just tell ‘em “keep up”
I just need to go a little forward
(?)
I don’t give a fuck bout a hole in it
Who gives a ___ bout the holice?

(Find it, like I lost it like it fell out my pocket
I can’t find it, like I lost it, like it fell out my pocket)

Running as if I’m rolling through a cannon 
Fuck it, I’m spitting with reckless abandon (2x) 

Can’t find

Need a whole lotta vida ‘fore I see the reaper
Need to get my paper up, I need some D-cups
All up in my face for no fucking reason
I just know we smoking bro, we might need three blunts
We up in Boston, I guess it is what it was
Getting kinda lifted I admit it’s the drugs

WRITTEN BY ELI ASH
PERFORMED BY ELI ASH
PRODUCED BY ELI ASH and MR. OXLEY
MIXED AND MASTERED BY ELI ASH

ELI ASH

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