Imma trip yeah 
hide yo bitch yeah
Bring a clip yah
creepin around and It's tales from the crypt  

Born in the Lazarus pit I arise with the mask of disguise and the will to survive
I was born with the night and the sheilding of light but beware motha fucka Imma put up a fight
Look, keep up wit me, trip down wit me, imma, pull, on, through, 
Lost my damn mind fell asleep up in a noose, truth?
Keep up wit dis and I dont give a fuck, for the fear of the living and lying is love
And the luck is for crying and fighting and lust
But I was born in the night so I dig in the musk
See, Im da motha fucka wit my eyes bloodshot
Deadly sin slaying down since a sloth  

Dark, figure, drippin, and, I, think, that, he, a demon,
Down, in, the, dirt, drinkin, down, without, reason 
Drowned, in, the, drains, bitch, I, think, I, hear, em, creepin
Drift, till, I, die, hear, that, muthafucka, screamin     

Killed that damn bitch with a kiss
Murder is mystical bliss 
Crowin to crowley wit wits 
Prince of the night I go spit

Staircase is steep and it's surely not swaying
But solem is sweet and yet solomons shakin
Sleep slowly past  shame so that slaves are forsaken
So sweet thy own sound, so thy sound is thus slaying

ENTITLED prod. ENTITLED

LEATHER

J'aime l'eau, bla bla bla, les bons sons/instrus dont la Trap, bla bla bla, écoutez mes "likes".
I love water, good sounds, listen to my "likes".

sippin purple potion, keep the backwoods in motion

Symmetry has always made me a little uneasy... I am more interested in the enthralling dichotomy between imperfections and desires...why else do we always love the things we cannot have or shouldn't have...  the aesthetics of a scar or a distinct feature, or a person's ability to carry their fallibility with poise and prudence are what intrigue me...

I produce all my own stuff, tryna create some 🔥 grime
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