Nights I Don’t Remember (EP)

Break

Built on Sand

GRAVEYARD - DIE
COBRA $HINS x SPOILEDBRAT 
PROD. BY COBRA $HINS

DIE!

Lyrics:

bumboi:
Down from the south to the north we some playas

Down down from the south to the north we some playas



Call up yung chop he might pop 
he gon spray sum 
Let that boy talk he a mop 
He might say sum 
Only time she call when she want 
me to lay some
Straight from the south to tha north we gon
Bake em 

Brodie said he want all the muhfuckin smoke yea 

Why he talkin sick better go n wipe his nose yea 

Say he got a cold we gon hang em like a coat
Then

Throw em in the sticks let him find his way home 
Yea


Uh 
he aint about it 
He be steady pillow talkin boy ikno he rattin
Grimey as them bugs that be stuck up in his mattress
Why he plottin on the bum boy u kno that gon end tragic

Aye yo money short just like it todo
Pull up to yo scene finna shoot it like a photo 

I aint never been the one to play tho
let the lemon squeeze
We gon fold em like some playdoh

Uh uh uh 
Uh uh uh uh uh 


T-Choppa:
 tell me why you looking neckless
Big chop pop mop hella reckless
Mofucker life I’m dip where the exit
If you wanna problem wit me den come press
the way you keep my dick up in yo mouth impressive 
anything thing we drop make the ops uneasy
Ima keep g gotta keep hair greezy
I’m hella fucking mad ayo bum pass bleezy 
Hot box shit like we kicking tip 
U don’t fucking we den you can suck a pp
I’m da beetle juice in cope moving creepy
Im horn dog mama best not tease me
Ima get these bands yeah my hands look cheesy
Pull up bow bow wow do a motherfucker greezy

BAGITARIUS - bumboi x t choppa (prod.bumboi)

Graveyard - CouldaBeenDifferent
Prod. by Cobra $hins

LYRICS: 
Brat:  
Wishing it was different
Wishing i was dead
You dont wanna see whats going on inside my head got a map of the afterlife underneath my bed
Couple sad bitches dryin out in the shed but all i think abt is you and maybe sometimes death
Coulda been me i shoulda took the pill instead 
Maybe u would smile more i wouldnt be depressed 
Maybe my whole life wouldnt be full of regrets like damn i shoulda wrapped the fuckin pontiac 
Never shoulda asked the stupid bitch where the party at
Shoulda dug the blade a lil deeper 
Made the walls a lil steeper damn i shoulda did the whole 8 ball n had a heart attack
Wonderin if im going to heaven or hell decide to slash my fuckin wrist go get some ice for the swells
Dont even ask me how im doing bitch im not doing well
Is there even any hope its getting harder to tell
Its getting harder to manage feel like my heart been abandoned feel like my time has been up im lost somewhere im stranded u had my heart in your hands and u decided to slam it
Now i gotta get you back and kick you off of the planet
I wish you cared more but i know you cant 
Throw my ashes in the dirt with the plants
Lets the bugs eat away at my brain im insane but i remember a time when i was nothin but ya man
Hoe

Cobra:  i remember times i was lyin in the sand 
i remember times i was nothing but your man
and to you nothings new i was nothing but a fan 
in a stu what it do now i wonder what i am 
and then think of how i can 
and then remember that i cant 
fucked it up once never trusting a chance 
every loop every cue got me runnin outta stand 
ditched lust in the cuffs, discuss us, can’t forget 
ash it in the dust get fucked up agaain 
passion is love ion wanna pretend 
got your name in my lungs every hit is a gasp 
tell myself i’m good then i flinch every task 
truth is like glass now it’s burried in the past 
i’m tryna go deeper n deeper surpass 
take all my breathe and then throw way the mask 
heartbeat off beat cuz the rhythm don’t last 
no 
what you want from me 
if u want me then why tf u won’t talk 2 me 
i can’t say shit when all it leads to is apologies 
there’s a demon in my body n he’s haunting me 

fuck these visions 
this fiction 
the distance 
this difference 
your energy is off 
n i’m tryna listen
i fall into you every time like it’s scripted 
the highs wearing off 
baby one more fixing

CouldaBeenDifferent

Fukkit - Sure

Made a yt for visuals, so it in desc if you wanna chill

[mental trip] xDDDDDDD

Fukkit - Nova Scotia

[Lyrics]

(Hook)

Fuck boy, grip a pole, you ain’t gonna let it off
Sheep slayer, say your prayers, jesus brought the holocaust
Imma let the red river run and leave the pavement glossed
Asking for the price of his life, it’s what the holocaust (x2)

(Verse)

Bodies hit the floor when jesus need to pour a fucking cup
Never go to church, my faith is in the glock I fucking trust
Taking nine lives with the nine when I let it bust
Tripping off a strip I eat the shrooms as well to level up
Speak up 
Tweaker
Got you on your knees begging please to the G not to leave you cheesed up 
Breathe
Breathe 
Imma make you bleed
I’m a one man army, no swiss, this steal ain’t cheap

Hit the floor
Make em hit the floor
When the ammo go
Chopper on my hip that’s holding tits it let the corpses roll (x2)

Double D’s with the 223’s make your body fold
Pull up to the funeral to make sure that the casket closed
Brought a burner to the church and burn the mass to ash for sure
Imma turn your whining into blood and leave the altar soaked


(Hook)

Fuck boy, grip a pole, you ain’t gonna let it off
Sheep slayer, say your prayers, jesus brought the holocaust
Imma let the red river run and leave the pavement glossed
Asking for the price of his life, it’s what the holocaust (x2)

Holocaust (prod. Requiem Cult)

Fukkit - Fake Chanel

Fukkit - Burn

Fukkit - Cream

Fukkit - Windy Sails

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