Lyrics
 
Christ Dillinger:

As I lay back
Seat back, in pleat slacks, as I smoke anthrax g
Pussy nigga tryna get his bitch back
I don’t give niggas breaks I aint no kit kat 
got a soft spot for women though I Hate to admit that 
Said she want a gentleman but fell for the better man
A dark figure in the park servin fiends in a letterman 
Its frightening the way a niggas wrist lit up like lightning, diamond studded hands aimed at perfect timing 
It’s easy to fall for a nigga when he’s always splurging 
Never really fucked before but she wasn’t a virgin 
Takin trips to opa locka  don’t text me unless you gotta  
New Gucci shoes today but new Prada shies
Living on time that is borrowed 
 excitement soon to follow 
But could be gone tomorrow
Replacing that warm feeling with something that is hollow
Pussy ass niggas still worried about unfollows
Remember that kid that got a little too close to the sky and god melted his clay Wings and burned his eyes
That nigga was I 
Cast down out of heaven before I even arrived

Don’t Come Around feat. Lexa Gates & Blckk (prod. Fony Wallace)

Take me to da cemetery 
I’m tryna Rest In Peace 
Pocket fulla super soul diesel got me on my feet 
Tell me dat I’m wrong for 
questioning my worth
I got Hennessy and diamond cocaína from the turf 
Rayuzahki hittin licks on the physicians from the burbs 
U can tell from the positions of my blisters I 
can work 
Yea I bet dat shawty don’t know I do drugs because of her 
Yea Das right 
threw it out da window still ain’t livin right 
I pull up wit chop 
pull up on da block 
I might have been off a rock

My feelins are hurt 
There’s mud on my shirt 
I guess that means that I been thru the work

U cannot hang cuz u done this before 
Cover the windows n lock up the doors 
He’s like an alien he got to breakin in 
I need a gun and a knife and a sword 

Da Led pipe 
Da legs cry 
Make da bed right 

I Been high
I been died 
Make da dead rise 

Big dope 
Da Big pole
Got da big smoke 

I Been known 
Its fuck 12 
Cuz I said so uh 
( X2 )

Take me to da cemetery 
I’m tryna Rest In Peace 
Pocket fulla super soul diesel got me on my feet 
Tell me dat I’m wrong for 
questioning my worth
I got Hennessy and diamond cocaína from the turf 
Rayuzahki hittin licks on the physicians from the burbs 
U can tell from the positions of my blisters I 
can work 
Yea I bet dat shawty don’t know I do drugs because of her 
Yea Das right 
threw it out da window still ain’t livin right 
I pull up wit-

BAD INFLUENCE prod. berrymane

Trojan Horse (Prod. Fony Wallace)

Fukkit Friday - 556 (Green Tip) (Remix)

Fukkit & SeanLevel - Leftover Linguini

KICK DUST (Prod. @acculbed)

Fukkit - Big Ass Bracelet (Freestyle)

Shine in Peace (Prod. Acculbed)

Grey USA *leak*

LYRICS

Shawty said she was a fairy
Let me find out lil shawty on backdoor shit
Bet sum get buried
Ain't drop shit in some time, how the hell you behind
And still getting carried?
Real quick boy this shit get scary
Pop out the night with a mask, Jim Carrey
That nigga post what I did to him
Ain't no one asking, ain't no one caring

Niggas ain't really on field they on the sideline
Can't even play
Don't give no fuck how they feel
Come in this bitch I'm having my way
Walk down, run down I'm on a drill
Big Glock leave that lil boy on the pave
Heard that lil nigga got heart
Don't care if he smart get put in a grave
I'm tryna ride round Cullinan tinted
Can't see me but they see that I'm winning
I ain't goin back and forth lil bitch not tennis
I ain't stressing a hoe I'ma mind my business
Watch how they act when you leave em' alone
They gone act like they need you
Bitch I might crack can't feed you
Think with your dick backdoor what it lead to
Bitch I been talking to God
And he just put me in a brand new bag
Still take a top leave em' talking to God
Me and gang finna get on they ass
I set him up with a thot
He get shot if he don't give it up
Better give it up fast
I got the same bitch breaking down niggas next week
Got love for that cash

Shawty said she was a fairy
Let me find out lil shawty on backdoor shit
Bet sum get buried
Ain't drop shit in some time, how the hell you behind
And still getting carried?
Real quick boy this shit get scary
Pop out the night with a mask, Jim Carrey
That nigga post what I did to him
Ain't no one asking, ain't no one caring
Shawty said she was a fairy
Let me find out lil shawty on backdoor shit
Bet sum get buried
Ain't drop shit in some time, how the hell you behind
And still getting carried?
Real quick boy this shit get scary
Pop out the night with a mask, Jim Carrey
That nigga post what I did to him
Ain't no one asking, ain't no one caring

FAIRY!

Steam curls off the morning cup,
Kitchen clock won’t shut up.
You stare at the chair like an old routine,
The window fogs with what might’ve been.
You don’t reach for the sugar jar
You drink in the quiet, thinking how things are.

It’s a black coffee morning,
Still dealing with the blow.
You nurse that cup like it still holds hope.
It’s not the caffeine that makes your hands shake
Love’s ghost don’t die, it circles the ache.

Her raincoat hangs by the back door,
You sweep the floor ’til your back gets sore.
Neighbors wave like the world’s moved on,
You find yourself still humming her song.
There’s rain on the sill, the floorboards creak,
You stir your thoughts while the kettle leaks.

It’s a black coffee morning,
You sip on sorrow like it’s all you know.
You keep holding what you ought to let go.
It’s not the caffeine that keeps you awake
Love don’t end clean, it just slips away

You pour another, can’t taste the heat,
The bitter burns, tastes like defeat.
The mouth remembers, the heart tries to forget —
Every swallow stirs the old regrets.
She’s gone, but still inside your skin,
Like the dark brew you keep letting in.

It’s a black coffee morning,
And it’s bruising you slow.
You warm your hands on what you ought to let go.
You’d rather drink pain than drink the air —
Cause the empty don’t love you, or answer your prayer.

Black Coffee Morning

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