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Not Even Ghosts Are This Empty

one of my favorite $B projects for sure. keeps you from drowning at your lowest. only a few other of their mixtapes are as packed with so many highlights as this one. I'll go as far to say that there isn't one bad song on here. the 13th track I feel kind of does disrupt the vibe of the mixtape, but I still love it. enjoy fellow $B fans, safe travels. I love you, but you should love yourself too. may peace be with you.
1. I Miss My Dead Friends 
2. That Time We Went to Wal Mart In Memphis To Steal Some Shit Before We Met Up With TA To Shoot His Video (Ft. Ghost (Memphis)
3. LTE
4.Gloss of Blood
5. La Croix
6. All My Life I've Wanted a Chevy
7. I Ended Up Driving the Camaro Off the Causeway Bridge
8. April Mourning
9. Cerberus (Ft. Masta Drag)
10. In Order to Cast a Shadow You Must First Light a Fire
11. Handzum $uicide (Ft. Rozz Dyliams)
12. Sold My Soul to Satan Waiting in Line at the Mall
13. Fuck Boy Blood Bath

YUNGDEATHLILLIFE

$UICIDEBOY$ - YUNGDEATHLILLIFE (HQ)

$uicideboy$ -Not Even Ghosts Are This Empty  (REMIX)

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Gray/Grey

CLOUDS AS WITNESSES

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7th or St. Tammany

DEAD BATTERIES

POLLUTED PARADISE

[LYRICS]
(CHETTA)
FILL UP MY CUP TO THE TIP ITS A MUST
IMA POUR ABOVE THE RIM TUPAC WITH THE TUSS
I COULD MIX A COMBINATION
LIL TECH LIL ACT
SHOW UP DEEP LIKE CONVERSATION
LET ME LIVE LET ME ACT
REAL TALK VISION VIVID
IVE DONE SEEN BODY BAGS
TOE FOR TOE WITH ANY VICTIM
IVE DONE SHOOK KILLAS HANDS
TALKING MONEY OVER GRAMS
WRAPPING BRICKS UP WITH SARAN
COUPLE HOMIES OFF THE TAN
AIR YOU OUT YOU A FAN
WELL ILL BE GODDAMN
BUT GOD DONT EXIST SO I GUESS ITS JUST DAMN
FROM A WHOLE NOTHER PLANET
HOPING OUT THE TRANS-AM
SMOKEY THE BANDIT
SWERVING IN MY SPACE SHIP
DIPPING IN MY STASH SHIT
THEY CANNOT RELATE SHIT
NEVER ON NO FAKE SHIT
LAMES WANNA JUMP SHIFT
STACK EM UP LIKE ROIDS BITCH


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Polluted Paradise (feat. $uicideboy$) [Prod. $crim]

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FUCK Y'ALL HOES (FEAT. $UICIDEBOY$)

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VERSE I: RUBY DA CHERRY

they figure me a dead motherfucker
romeo da black rose
shedding petals
hold me over until they finish digging me a hole
i need a new beginning so i tip toe behind my foe's bitch
unzip, i'm throwing it into that bitch's hole
calling all my enemies the same place where that dick go
fuck an online pussy boy 
talking shit
acting like it was a brick thrown through a window
sticks and stones might break my bones
but words will never hurt me
some slick hoes might catch me froze but soon they will desert me
get rich blow that smoke in o's
don't ever act so thirsty
sick diss though
fuck all this 
slowly die before i'm 30

VERSE II: SLICK SLOTH
isn't it so convincing how that blade slide across my throat
coke residue all in my nose
couple graves dug for my foes and it goes on and on
my girlfriend calling my phone
ain't seen her in about a week
this depression got me weak
ever wake up everyday and you want to die?
life going good 
can't figure out why
blank walls all around me keep the pills near by
play with the nine and then i close my eyes
$uicide only thing gonna gratify this urge to leave
can't you hear my plea?
i'm down on my knees

Tape

KILL YOURSELF (PART IV)

[VERSE I: RAINDROP WALKA]

another day waiting for death
everyday that i waste on my list of regrets
so i tell myself "it's okay. day after next we'll make all these arrangements to change. you can better yourself."
i know i'm wasting my breath as i inhale
i know i'm escaping my death as i inhale
i can't recall why i'm suffocating
my lungs are failing

[VERSE II: LIL CUT THROAT]

Step into the mind of a cut-throat
Empty streets
cold weather
all alone
Blackness
grey air, just snow
Feelings low
being followed by crows
call list overflowed with hot lines
Drug help, mental, suicide
Feel tired, feel dried and you wanna die
Pride fried, closed eyes and you start to cry
Swear I spent a lifetime trying to get it right
Still isolated, still out of sight
Keep my dreads swinging like they in a fight
I just wanna kill everyone in sight
Take the money, take the bitches, take the drugs, take the gold
Baby, let me decompose
Never names said more shade spit
I'ma see you one day, that’s a promise

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HOLLYWOOD DROPOUT COMING SOON
PRODUCED BY BETTEROFFDEAD & CAP CRUNCH

BLACK JEEP w/ lil peep x coldhart (PROD. BY CAPTAINCRUNCH X BETTEROFFDEAD)

[VERSE I: RUBY DA CHERRY]

ruby got a problem
ruby at the bottom
ruby fucking up
he gotta alotta empty bottles
ruby full throttle
toolie no condom
bust it back and watch my brains splat on the column
dollars got me honest
honestly without a prophet
probably spent all his profit
yeah that's fucking right i copped it
romeo with all the toxins
roll me dope i'll lip lock it
blackened lungs from all the (coughing)
fuck all these lames
all yall so obsessed with names
all yall dress the fucking same
$UICIDE 
i'm out the game
blame it on the fame
i'm so sick of my own name
i'm so distant from the reigns
i'm riling up a hurricane

[VERSE II: $LICK $LOTH]

popping oxy
snorting roxy
body feeling like a zombie
never been a role model
never hear me say sorry
7th ward dragon breathing fire while i'm slicing necks
sixth sense deathwish 
laughing at the fucking threats
slick the one to ask you what you gon do?
nothing fool
i've been suicidal with them drugs up in my mama's womb
all these poppies
cock the shotty
barrell pressed against my body
photocopies all around me
$UICIDE just call the posse
kill em sloppy
bitch we godly
double cup that's filled with yella
dread head cracker from the ghetto
don't say hello
you ain't my woadie
all your friends are dead?
mine been dead since kids
100 more in angola serving like behind the pen

KILL YOURSELF Part XIX: The Deep End Saga

FAILURE BY DESIGN

$UICIDEBOY$ X POUYA - RUNNIN' THRU THE 7TH WITH MY WOADIES (BASS BOOSTED)

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[VERSE I: YUNG $NOW]

mirror mirror on the wall
who the fuck was that ugly ass boy i saw
yung mutt what a dumb fuck
dirty like a dump truck
such a fucking bum haunting slut's guts
i'm disgusted 
i'm busted up
what the fuck did i just put up my nose?
i'm bugging out
knees buckle
i'm ducking out
i'm in trouble now i can see the clouds light out
now i lay myself to sleep
now that i can rest in peace
no questioning my misery
my deathwish granted blissful sleep
my body turns to worms for the birds to eat
internal decay for eternity

[VERSE II: SCRIM]

i can't lie
lately i been on the fucking edge
pistol grip up on my lap
xanax, heron
bunch of meds
fantasizing about death
just need one in my temple
put the gun up to my head
fuck this shit
i shot the lead and now i'm dead
descending though hell
nothing but burning flesh smells
i scream and scream and scream and hear the others yell as well
oh well
just my luck
devil opens up to devour me
that was my old life
now anti-christ he has empowered me

I Want to Die In New Orleans

COMA

[VERSE I: Lord of Loneliness]

It's lonely at the top
all of my enemies have been defeated
the crown has been sitting on my head for too long
it's starting to give me these legions
don't follow the crowd
the crowd is misleading
stay solo
surrounded by all of my demons
licking my wounds as they deepen
constantly feeding them all of my secrets
007
i got the golden gun
i got the golden
im busting
open up the door
I'm at my breaking point
I cannot take this shit no more
I'm ready to fucking explode
open up
knock knock
here comes the glock cocked
9 mili pop pop pop
oh no
making a mess
my aim ain't the best
I guess I should clean this all up and go home

[VERSE II: Yung Mane]

Percocet, Roxycodone, with some Xanax that I had crushed up in some dust
elevated to another dimension so I got a limp in my strut
I do not care to be here or be there
in the mean time, it seems that I'm stuck
swerving and crashing
that dying little bastard
Yung Christ, you address me as such
crazy little demon
they wave when they see me
face tatted from ear to ear
northside boy with a glock sized toy
if I cock it there's going to be tears here
manic depressive
when life is in session, I hide in a room that's as dark as me
dollar sign - B
and it's still F-T-P
fucking G-R-E-Y till I R-I-P

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$UICIDEBOY$

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