LYRICS: 

DON’T FORGET

Mane this world so damn cold 
But I think that you should know that you’ll be workin till your old 
Then you work you until die 
Now you’re turnin 45 
Damn years go by 
While ya sittin gettin high 
Now you’re questioning your life 
What the fuck is goin on and why am I so full of hate 
I feel so sick and feel so dead mane I just hope I suffocate 
Now this shit got me trippin thinkin bout the fuckin past
While I smoke away my feelings and I  drown inside a flask 


Mane I hope you don’t forget all shit I ever Said 
Never trust a mother fucker everybody wants you dead
Mane keep feigning for a reason to keep reaching for the bread 
Keep on grinding get in charge get them voices out yo head 
Get a life, and get up off ya motherfuckin ass 
Know that no one’s ever solid and that shit will never last 
Mane these never people cared and they never Fuckin will
So just keep ya fuckin distance and just keep it Fuckin real

LYRICS:

I NEVER FEEL FINE

I’ve been feeling like I might break as of recent 
Feeling like I’m done and I’m so sick breathing 
Wonder what the fuck is goin on in my mind 
I don’t really feel safe mane I never feel fine 

I don’t like to think about the shit goin on 
Got some things up in my head that’s why smoking out the bong 
So I take another rip and then chief another j 
Got some pains up in my chest that’s steady hurting everyday 
I can’t even cope with all this shit that’s in my brain 
I don’t really understand it but it always feels same 
So I guess that imma panic and i’ll smoke another roach
Got me feeling manic mane trippin seein ghost 

(x2)

I’ve been feeling like I might break as of recent 
Feeling like I’m done and I’m so sick breathing 
Wonder what the fuck is goin on in my mind 
I don’t really feel safe mane I never feel fine 

LYRICS: 

I’M NOT OKAY

I don’t really got the time to keep on playing these games
I’m feeling so drained and so damn lost, I can’t explain all this pain 
I look myself inside the eyes realize I’m not okay
But i never really was so I guess I’m dumb and it’s always been the same

Feeling like I got issues that’s why I’m all alone 
I hate myself and got no friends mane I’m always seen as a ghost 
And I got some voices in my head that say they can’t let me go 
Now I’m feeling so stuck inside my mind and hope that I can just change 
But I feel so wasted and faded my life is always this way 
And I got no reason for livin this shit is always insane 
So I guess I’ll sit back and smoke and hope that’s I’ll just die some day
And if I do then you should know I’m the only one to blame

(x2)
I don’t really got the time to keep on playing these games
I’m feeling so drained and so damn lost, I can’t explain all this pain 
I look myself inside the eyes realize I’m not okay
But i never really was so I guess I’m dumb and it’s always been the same

UGLY MIX VOL.1 [PROD. ENVIOUS̸] (FULL TAPE)

RO$ETTA X LOKRYPT - CASKET (INTRO)

TRACK LIST

-INTRO/B.U.D (LEANED OUT)
-B.U.D
-FEIGNING FOR A F*CKIN HIGH
-BLACKED OUT
-OUTRO


-B.U.D Lyrics:

(Verse 1)
I think I needa smoke so I’ll roll me up a j
Mane these bustas wanna talk but I know they asses lame 
So imma keep it pimpin while I’m trippin off the dro
Mane you know you gotta hustle or yo ass will have to cope
So I’m reaching for that thang bitch I grip that 44
Got no problem with going to go and smack up on hoe 
I got some issues bros, I got some issues with broads
I got some issues bitches that thinkin that they so hard 


-FEIGNING FOR A F*CKIN HIGH Lyrics:

(Verse 1)
Mane I wake up and I go to work, I’m feigning for a fuckin high 
Now I’m pacin everywhere and feel like imma lose my mind 
Stock ya shit and do it quick or else ya ass will fall behind 
Never mind that shitty smell and all that shit that’s in yo head 
Take a mental picture and replay it when you go to bed 
End up feeling stuck and now I’m wishin I was fuckin dead 
Blacking out and smokin dro I think that I’ve been losing hope 
Feeling the pressure that’s roping my throat and I’m selling my soul so I can make some dough


(Verse 2)
Now I’m running around thinkin about how I can catch a break
Cause this is shit so damn stressful and I’m sick of feeling fake
Now These voices in my head and sayin I should grab the gauge 
So I load It and cock it and tell myself that I will be okay 
When my brains hit the wall and my bodies on display 
You would wish that you were there, now you’re talkin to my ghost 
All of these things up in my mind are sayin I should find a cope 
But I guess that I won’t and I guess that I can’t 


-BLACKED OUT Lyrics:

(Verse 1) 
I’ve been feeling sick inside my goddamn mind 
I’ve been stumblin pacin around and I don’t I’ll be alright 
I been feeling so alone I don’t what imma do
Mane I think I need a break cause I’ve been feeling so confused  
And I think i’m full of hate but I guess you could’ve known
I’m the illest mf in the south west zone 
All I do is smoke my weed until I’m feeling fuckin gone 
Now I’m chiefin smokin Mary Jane and loadin up the bong 


(Verse 2)
Blacked out feelin drunk, thinkin bout the past
These moments never last mane they always fade away 
Now The pain will always stay and you can see it in ya face 
And now you’re looking around for reasons to keep livin in this place 
As you watch the time go mane I hope you don’t forget 
That these people never cared mane they never gave a shit
And they always out get ya mane don’t ever trust a bitch 
Cause she’ll take yo time and take yo clothes and fuck around with yo clique

STUCK IN PURGATORY VOL.1 [Prod. ENVIOUS̸] (FULL TAPE) [OUT NOW ON ALL PLATFORMS]

Prod. RO$ETTA

(REMEDY)

Mane i been keepin to myself 
lately been livin like shit
could give a fuck what you say 
you aint got shit on illminded
this goes out to the faggots
who throwin shade on my music
yall just sum bustas, sum fuckboys
who cant back what ya say bitch

so im screaming fuck all yall
who aint been fucking wit me 
yall just some lane switchin bitchin
ass muthafuckas not G’s
better speak up with yo chest boy 
or get ya head kicked in
got $etta wit that barbed wire bat
envy, lunar wit them glock twins

($ETTA)

FUCK ALL YALL 2k24 (Prod. RO$ETTA)

[TRACKLIST]

SMOKE TO DIS
PARANOID PT. 2
MARLBORO REDS
DRACULA (KILL THEM ALL)
UNTIL DEATH
PITCH BLACK

PRODUCED BY JASONSHOCKEYMASK

UNTIL DEATH [FULL TAPE]

BLACKSHEEP- Smokin Out My Thoughts [Prod. a51ghxst]

BLACKSHEEP- BOMBS IN THE TRUNK  [ft. RO$ETTA & Lunarnm] ON ALL PLATFORMS*

1. I Cheefa
2. a love letter to mary jane part II
3. Jolly Interlude
4. 12 Days Of Spliffmas

12 Days Of Spliffmas (FULL EP)

PRODUCED AND MIXED BY RO$ETTA OF THE ILL MINDED MAFIA
COVER BY REMEDY OF THE ILL MINDED MAFIA

[LYRICS]

b-l-u to the n-t-s
is what i smoke
and what i roll
cheefing joints
that’s filled with hay
bump them speakers
is all i know
getting hella high
bloody eyes
let the smoke supply
cheefin like an indian 
you can call me chief so high

i don’t give a fuck
i’m rolling up 
smoking on that bud
burning up that flower
so my mind can ease up
on the cut
rolling up another one
smoke it all until it’s gone
then i kick back like a mack
go on and write a song

smokin in the southwest 
smokin in the southwest
rolling in the 505
cheefin up and getting high

my windows tinted
so i roll it up
and i proceed to smoke 
on a thousand blunts
the smoke is so thick
i can’t see what im toking
but only the flame 
when i pull on that junt
the fire is making my eyes so low
but my mind is up
somewhere so high
i’m mentally souring
up off of that quarter ounce
reached a new level 
up into the sky

so puff on that green
roll up on some joints
and split half with your team
making they ghetty green
counting up all the cream
smoke on a blunt 
then we all flee the scene
cuz that’s how doing this shit
mane all the way down in the 505
we pimping these hoes
smoking up, rolling bones
in the southwest, we getting so high

SOUTHWEST SMOKIN'

That southwest playa shii, so roll one and bump this shii max volume

Yvng & ILL MINDED Ft. RO$ETTA (Prod. RO$ETTA)

hearing sounds 

in the middle in the of the night 
i can hear the reaper calling
hear the devil say my name 
echo through the walls and
everytime i try to sleep
they say the same thing 
tryna take my soul
mane why don’t they let me be
shit i knew damn well
shouldn’t have fucked around with that shi
now i’m sitting, tripping 
end up caught up in the mix
evil shit going down
ritualistic demons creep my fucking head
seeing triple 6 shit

i guess the only option 
is to blow my damn top
always seeing shadows
in my room when i spark
full moon on the brink
now i think i’m boutta crack
find me in the closet
with my damn neck snapped
shoulda went to jesus
prolly could’ve saved my soul
now it’s too late 
damn deals been closed
never was religious
so i never could foresee
my entering of hell
satan bowing down to me

leaving 1st degree burns on a mothafucka 
mane
hot enough to melt hell, put them boys to a flame
evil than a mothafucka call me EVIL MY$TIC mane
if you fucking with my shit i put a bullet in the brain
ima southwest soldier, i already told ya
creeping out the 505, pump on my shoulder
they ain’t bout that evil, mane these mothafuckas scared
man i see the devil when i look into the mirror

666, can’t escape from this hell
shouldn’t have sold my soul
now this evil will prevail
mane it lives inside my head
waiting like a spell 
come and kill anyone 
falling down that well
not long til it takes over 
your whole town 
evil will begin to lurk 
hear it through this sound
bumping on yo speakers 
is a damn ritual 
RO$ETTA tryna hypnotize 
taking over souls

a moment of relief

SOUTHWEST ARCHIVE 


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RO$ETTA X LOKRYPT - CASKET (INTRO)

$OUTHWESTPHONK