Yes bitch I took the picture. 

Walking through the halls of my deserted mind 

All the dirty, little dirty secrets that you’d find
Oh
Walking through the screaming, 
Halls of my deserted mind. 

Losing touch with my reality
Losing touch with my reality

Walking through the halls of my screaming deserted mind, all the secrets that you’d find

333 (Live Acoustic)

LOSTL♥VELETTER

XVI:

(Doing all my dope)

Doing all my dope, whilst I’m hiding from the 5-0
Fucking her all night making her do the eye roll,
Where did all my lines go? 
Get too lost in her eyes though, 
Think I might overdose, and I
Pop another Zopliclone, light me a Marlboro 
I’m trying to get on the roll, tryna overdose 

Look towards to the ghost,
Took to much yayo in my nose I don’t think I’ll sleep tonight, no no 

I know I won’t 
I know I got your rejection
And no one knows 

Living in deception, I found a new obsession 
My dopamine receptors unrepairable, 
The amphetamines got me locked jaw for days
Released from the county just to be gated,
In my own mental imprisonment 

I need you in my life, I am unbearable 
You are my light 
We soar together, up above, ever since we fell in love

PROD. V-EBEATS

MY DOPAMINE RECPTORS UNREPAIRABLE

Lyrics: 

Wake up every morning pissed off,
Want to hit the slopes
Ever since I was a youngin’, I been addicted to the dope 
Up 7 days just ran out of dust 
Now I be getting high off your lust, in the pipe 
Made me realize once 
I used my real eyes, if it isn’t narcotics 
Then it don’t mean much,

Love the feeling of not giving a fuck,
Little baby want to rough it up,

Bitch I came up different,
Living by a code since a youngin 
Good and bad role models, 
Followed the bad role models,
Not much questions, 
Questioning life or death since 6 years old 13 doing oxies off my granddaddy’s porch, 16 years old I done took my own life, why was I in a coma for 7 days? Why the fuck couldn’t I die? 

Wake up in the morning my eyes are bloody red 
Mind tosses back and forth behind a lit cigarette 
All the shady things I’ve done I’ve yet to regret 
All the things I say I forget they make you upset 
Fuck up all the trust, you are severely in debt 

Pass me the cheque, I fuck with sex, I might fuck around, say fuck being sober, relapse, pop an X, and do it again. Only to say “I need help, I’m addicted again!” 


Making my way up the elevator, I admit I’m admitted to a psychiatric facility, nurse please keep my bed for me, I might just be back bitch, please save me the humility, I know I suffer from a self-destructive mental disability.

FUCK BEING SOBER

Lyrics:

Took to much now my lips are turning blue 
Took to much im way too paranoid, think I blew a fuse 
Think I might kick the fuck it bucket and Death to the snitch, fuck a stitch, cut a hole in the pussies heart and let him swim with the fish 
I roll a spliff, I pop a pill, I got homies from the trenches that got that iron and they shoot for real 
The angel dust fucking busts, 
Put a fuck boys jaw up on a curb, I love to hear it crush l
I slit my wrist just for the motherfucking fucking rush

My wrists drip like a gold mine I can’t get enough, this must be love, blinded by the lust, in myself I could never trust

5% tint, dope  on the dash, bank account full of cash, your stress from  worries change when you come up fast,

BLUE LIPS

Baseline and guitars recorded over a drum track by me.  Little snippet of another project coming soon. 

Lyrics: 

Consumed by the brain fog 
Feels like I have one headlight 
Need to get out of my skin 
Lost in despair I thought I’d be over this

BONUS (SOUNDSOFTHEDAMNED)

Mr No Face 
Bloody wrist 
No case 
No witness 
I do this shit all alone 


Walking down the side of the street 
Duck in the ditches, when you see the headlights in the fucking distance 
Backpack with a spare change, full of clothes 
Cause I gotta 
Blackfit
Mr No Face 
Bloody wrist 
No case 
No witness 
I do this shit alone 
I do this shit alone 
Cause I 
Black fit
Mr No Face 
Bloody wrist 
No case

Out of fucks
Always on the drugs 
I love the stardust 
Bitch pop another xan and go to Starbucks 
Doing bumps with the king and fucking on the queen, drinking rose out a motherfucking broken mug

Nose drip drip blood on the rug
Too toxic I can’t stop it knee buckle obtained the package running through the house hot
Mr no face 
Stumbling all over the place and slurring all over my words,
I been fucked in the head since birth

NO FACE

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