TRACK TEN: YOUR SWORD IS HERE FOR YOU WHEN YOU RETURN TO YOUR FORM

i ain’t change much
i still feel the hate
it burnin up inside me
know i can’t escape
did too much now i’m layin flat on my face
it ain’t suicide to me i just need a lil break

aint got a number you can call, feel like you dead to me
a body lyin cold at night i need somebody next to me 
it’s replaying in my head everything you fuckin said to me

her face fades out i fade out again
apologies mean nothin when they writin by my pen
i told her i’m tryna be here until we end
she said baby i can’t live with you when you live this life of sin 

i ain’t change much
i still feel the hate
it burnin up inside me
know i can’t escape
did too much now i’m layin flat on my face
it ain’t suicide to me i just need a lil break

i barely speak there ain’t a question you gon ask me
it’s sleepless nights like every week so they don’t pass me
it’s what you sayin it ain’t bout if you go faster
cause i got harder than you pussies while in fasting

i ain’t change much
i still feel the hate
it burnin up inside me
know i can’t escape
did too much now i’m layin flat on my face
it ain’t suicide to me i just need a lil break

IT AINT SUICIDE (BRVDY)

fall on me

Kan’t do that ⁽ᵖʳᵒᵈ ᶜᵃᵖᵃᶜᵒᵐᵖᵃ⁾

killin’ myself

Yeah they all wait for my return
Wit my fangs bared
I ain’t never gonna come back
Growing out my hair

I see the birds fly south
Is it better there
I be going up north
Driving while I’m impaired 

I’m there never scared
Never shaking coldest glare
In the middle of the mountains 
And they think that life is fair

Don’t be scared of the cold
Ill hug you till you numb
Watch the clouds fly above
I just heard a mourning dove

Watch the rain As it falls
Let the water hit your face
Purple weed in my blunt
Taking Xanax for the pain

How far would you fly
Turn into a spec of dust
In the distance see yo dragon
It look like hydreigon

I’m cold catch a cold
Smell the breeze it’s filled wit dope
Patience bitch I’m blowing smoke
Oh oh oh

Laying down in the snow
Let it cover up my face
Hang my head in my lap
Superhero wit no cape

how far would u fly [prod me]

prod. jupiter // 

i smoke a cigarette
i leave em lit ye not no nicorette 
downtown i’m in Somerset
i make a milly off the internet 

hardwired i’m demon thru the ethernet 
i make a milly wit a bitch she jus gimme head
clean her out 
let her leave when she an idiot 
huh 
that’s period 
i still fuck a bitch all on her period 
gimme gimme 
off a bean 
need a myriad 
no scene with me 
where the city at?
teeth gleem 
i’m sheen 
where the winning at?

oh my 
really that’s that riddle guy 
who was i to say he got it
i ain’t know he certified 
oh crucifix walking 
what he sipping on 
he turn that water into wine 
turn that water into ugh
turn that water into wokhart
you lookin divine
me i’m just a pop star 
i’m always on they mind
she love it when i fuck hard 
and love it when she mine
i’ma road rage racer ima take off when i 

i smoke a cigarette
i leave em lit ye not no nicorette 
downtown i’m in Somerset
i make a milly off the internet 

hardwired i’m demon thru the ethernet 
i make a milly wit a bitch she jus gimme head
clean her out 
let her leave when she an idiot 
huh 

i make a milly off the internet

internet

coke nails (ft. bexey)

i feel nothin
feel like nothin
in my bedroom
i am plottin
weed in my lungs
its my oxygen
i am up next
hol up i got a new text

3 in the night and she descide to hit me up
i think that she do that cuz she know i stay up
phone on dnd
please dont talk w me
shes prolly drunk 
im js tryna sleep
but i feel bad tho
so i call her back 
on my motherfuckin iphone
i cant talk long tho
yeah my battery low
u know me too well
get in my feelings
she know how im feelin
ive been gettin numb
tryna feel nothing at all
every night i spend alone
makes ur ghost apear more
icant sleep til the sun come out
i come out in the dark 
feelin like im roaming in a ghost town

i feel nothin
feel like nothin
in my bedroom
i am plottin
weed in my lungs
its my oxygen
i am up next
hol up i got a new text

3 in the night and she descide to hit me up
i think that she do that cuz she know i stay up
phone on dnd
please dont talk w me
shes prolly drunk 
im js tryna sleep
but i feel bad tho
so i call her back 
on my motherfuckin iphone
i cant talk long tho
yeah my battery low
u know me too well
get in my feelings
she know how im feelin
ive been gettin numb
tryna feel nothing at all
every night i spend alone
makes ur ghost apear more
icant sleep til the sun come out
i come out in the dark 
feelin like im roaming in a ghost town

do not disturb (prod. ogthraxx)

yung bruh - love & drugs

Twitter - https://twitter.com/RAMIREZ_187

Prod. MTM

The Mystical Warlock (Prod. Mikey The Magician)

mixed by @nzabeatz 
mastered by @gucciwitch
art - @sowhatimdead

Thank you @g59
LYRICS:
Verse 1 (Scrim):
They said we wasn't shit, Now they all want to die 
Sold souls grow cold, With the devil on my side
Sippin 4s, swervin' slow, with them 20s on my ride 
Pussy strong because I GLO, but all them hoes they get denied 
Nother bitch, nother day, with another blunt smoked 
Hit the switches on the lake, on my mirror is a rope 
Suicide til we ashes, fit the Nine Grey bastards 
After that just take my urn and fucking dump it on the pastor 

Interlude (Mitchell Bay):
I used to be passive, so when I pass please 
Just grab a wrap and, roll me up and smoke me
I'm talking bout' my ashes, Yeah just let me go off.....

Verse 2 (Ruby Da Cherry): 
I'm from the Se7en, aint no heaven, in my destination
(?) your breath and aiming for the lake 
I'm betting on how long it takes for me to sink below 
I go so low, so low, aint got no hoe I know I'm dead 
Cause when it's cold outside I see no breath 
I know I'm dead 
Because my neck is red from rigamortis 
Settling, I'm settling down underneath the ground, inside the grave 
I slick keep digging, yeah you never finished because death is eternal 
Bitch im Infernal, eternally determined 
To MURDER MYSELF

Verse 3 (Mitchell Bay):
With the pain that I've engraved all up in my sub conscious 
From the self doubt among a couple other problems 
I make my way through the flames 
Unmasked like Kane, brimstones in my pocket 
There ain't shit that you constructed 
So the fuck down is where you can sit 
Ridin round with suicide 
In the N.O. on that Voodoo tip 
When I blow up I'm gonna cop a necklace that's doubles as a belt 
And when I murder myself
Please play reservoir dogs at my celebration of life 
I don't want a funeral I don't want no crying 
Tell my mama that I'm sorry 
This is not her fault 
Remember when I spilt the apple juice in the hall 
Feeding what's eating at me 
I will feast until I starve 
Behaving self destructive 
Hip hop cracked my shell up open 
Unleashed my soul planted a third eye up on my fore
Closing out the openings of stores 
When I go off, when I go off
Feelin like Gorilla Zoe mixtape a month 
I get so lost when I'm in the booth, when I press record 
I just might say THANK YOU BASEDGOD
On a song with $uicideboy$ oh my Lord 
Feelin evil lucid I might peel em like I'm Luca Magnotta 
Rockin Rothco with my papa Derek Deano, bumping Clams Casino 
Wrestling with my demons like Ricky The Dragon Steamboat
MitcHy Man Savage Carlito 
I record on an Apple with a Hawaiian shirt on
Rowdy Roddy Piper mixed with a rowdy mothafucka off the street 
I'm always spittin' one too many

Spotify

Suicide Bay Feat. $UICIDEBOY$ (Prod. $UICIDEBOY$)

No One Truly Remains


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