Wookies (Prod Me & Deer Park)

M.I.A

Easter Pink (Prod Suzy Sheer)

@fengeveryday @fengeveryday @fengeveryday
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUF9eyN5pYA

Feng - I’m a rockstar on the weekend

Produced by Bilal Hamdi

My pocket full of dollars not pounds
Party in the Bronx
Imma sleep on the couch
Pulled up to the show
You know the music hella loud
My parents don't know that I'm here
They must think I'm a wild child

But I'm so young
I wanna scream and shout
I'm only here for a week
So my time is running out

I'm flying paper planes
And I pray they never land
Even when I can't
I gotta tell myself I can

I can, cuz

Imma teenage dreamer, dreamer
Screaming out the sunroof of the beamer, beamer
I think I got supermodel fever, fever
Posing for the magazine feature, feature

Imma teenage dreamer, dreamer
Screaming out the sunroof of the beamer, beamer
I think I got supermodel fever, fever
Posing for the magazine feature, feature

Money coming in now
Will I crash on impact?
Ain't no time to relax
My type of drug and I relapse
I can't put my seat back
I gotta keep going forward
Cuz the stars is where I wanna be at

I feel so alive they could hear me if I die
I been ignoring the signs
Running through the red light
This a blank page
Everything I see is white
So I'm dancing with my brush to the rhythm tonight

Imma teenage dreamer, dreamer
Screaming out the sunroof of the beamer, beamer
I think I got supermodel fever, fever
Posing for the magazine feature, feature

Imma teenage dreamer, dreamer
Screaming out the sunroof of the beamer, beamer
I think I got supermodel fever, fever
Posing for the magazine feature, feature

Teenage dreamer

О начале (jaechii x cabernett )

hot (prod. kenzee)

ублюдок (prod. prodkaan)

still here (prod. prodbyyada)

@hkfiftyone  [prod. HKFiftyOne]
Lying on the floor
Slamming on my door
Yeah i used to love you i dont love you anymore

Lying on the floor
And im staring at the ceiling
Guess i never noticed no one cares about my feelings

You’re not on my mind cuz im thinking bout the money
Feeling like im pretty but my pretty feels ugly
Getting real tired of girls who wanna fuck me
Im not searching for you i wont find someone to love me

Flow so nice they like who is that
Hit me on my line be like who is that
If you copycat i think you is whack
If you got my back then i got you back

I just wanna burn a fuckin louis bag
How you broke but say that you be poppin tags
I been spending time you been spending racks
Even when im rich i will not fuck with that

Now I been losing all my friends
Saying that they real but they pretend
Now i dont give about fuck them
Only give a fuck about the ends

And when they see you coming up
They gon hit you up like you the plug
Then when you see your phone blow up
You gon laugh cuz you dont give a fuck


Lying on the floor
Slamming on my door
Yeah i used to love you i dont love you anymore

Lying on the floor
And im staring at the ceiling
Guess i never noticed no one cares about my feelings

You’re not on my mind cuz im thinking bout the money
Feeling like im pretty but my pretty feels ugly
Getting real tired of girls who wanna fuck me
Im not searching for you i wont find someone to love me

Lying On The Floor

• Produced by APT. 102 - @apt-102
• Mixed by me
• Mastered by Sebastian Metzner
• Cover art design by me, photo by William Tran

• lyrics:

with the microphone as my medicine, 
all this sad shit as my epithet 
in a big room with the elephant, 
is my flow still fuckin’ relevant?

..

i’ll still do it for the hell of it, 
yeah, 
newsflash I’m still gettin it,
it’s a tuesday, I’m still gettin lit,
grip that paper like a paperclip...

i might come by for a while before i dip, yeah
but If it ain’t bout a check i’ll call it quits, yeah
got too much on my mind, i’m hittin' licks,
got too much goin on to give a fuck about a bitch, yeah...

real quick, that’s a lesson, 
you take that L,
it’s a blessing, 
you won’t learn shit with that flexing,
you won’t earn shit till you messin’ up, 
bounce back, 
smoke that ounce up, 
every time you pick that pen up, 
get dark thoughts
then i get buck,
don’t give a fuck

(bounce back, 
smoke that ounce up, 
every time you pick that pen up, 
get dark thoughts,
then i...)

i can’t buy more time,
i bite my tongue and wait...
i can’t make make you mine 
until you think you hate me...

imma shine but not before you break me...
that’s what I said back then, 
won’t you call me back?

i might come by for a while before i dip, yeah
but If it ain’t bout a check i’ll call it quits, yeah
girl i got you on my mind, so i get lit, yeah
you’ll be the last thing i see before i slip...

x

О начале (jaechii x cabernett )

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