This is a dope track g. I see you 👀👀

Ya’ll have nice flow, passion & sweet lyrics, killer beat too. A winning combination. Production’s pretty on point too. 👏🏻🔥

Dammnn this good! Dark stuff heavy bass n beats ,savage!

[HOOK x2]
ask if i'm fine;
say i'm alright;
tired of lies;
feelin' dead inside!
in the dead of night,
might take my life!
take Cyanide,
then close my eyes!

[VERSE]
no one fuckin' gets me;
why do they try?
i guess i changed
the day that she died!
i started doin' drugs;
it made mama cry!
ran far from home;
never thinkin' twice!
popped another pill;
i did another line!
feelin' trapped inside
my own goddamn mind!
i wrote my final note,
"I WANNA FUCKIN' DIE"
fuckin' hangman's noose
might break my spine!
please tell my mom i'm not okay!
so fuckin' sick of actin' fake;
so fuckin' sick of all this pain!
might put a bullet through my brain!

[HOOK x2]

[VERSE]
no i'm not alright,
and that's why i write;
for all the boys and girls
who fuckin' feel like i!
never fittin' in,
and always pushed aside;
betrayed by the world,
and fuckin' hatin' life!

[alt HOOK]
ask if we're fine;
say we're alright;
tired of lies;
feelin' dead inside!
in the dead of night,
might take our lives!
take Cyanide,
then close our eyes!

Cyanide (prod. malith)

PROD BY BACKLAKE 

art by @ameliexsatriawan follow her instagram :) 

LYRICS:

so you know I wanna goth bitch right 
thick full thighs better grab the fucking light switch 
bright green eyes and a sick old way 
wait for the chains on my throat rotate like 
so you know I tried to stop my sins 
slit on my wrists cus the pain won’t feel it 
crashing the benz into hell it’s a rift 
hell is a rift that is ran by a goth bitch
tip toe lightly cus i got my way 
fucking chains on they shining and the bitch say my name like 
baby fuck me in the night 
turning off a switch I don’t see no knife 
bed an electric paradise 
but I got no blades she gon slit my throat like 
1 
2
3
check on the chains don’t go to quickly 
fuck on a bitch 
we don’t need no first
coffin 
black tie 
put me in a locked hearse

CALL MY S0UL! (prod. backlake)

Bro I Wonder What Happends When The World Ends

-lyrics-
Bitch, I don't wanna go out we in the Dog Pound
Wit my bro from the South that's when this shit goes down
Me an Heartblake smoke strong by the ounce
Get the gas lit up 'fore we buy another round

Lungs filled with smoke
Life critical
I sold my soul to the devil he knows
I'm losing hope
Trust it got broke
Hate me, jus hate me hang me by a rope

I just blew a bag on some dope
Sorry I'm about that
Gotta smoke wit my bro
He be hiding pain
Like there's some diamonds in his tote
I told him smoke this Dr. Strange
An in some time he'll better know
How to act
How to roll
Switch to shawtie suck my soul
In the bed she like a demon
Fuck me now. she fuck me good
How you gonna talk to me an not expect me to roll up
Baby come and smoke this strong
Come and kiss this double cup

Lungs filled with smoke
Life critical
I sold my soul to the devil he knows
I'm losing hope
Trust it got broke
Hate me, jus hate me hang me by a rope

Bitch, I don't wanna go out we in the Dog Pound
Wit my bro from the South that's when this shit goes down
Me an Heartblake smoke strong by the ounce
Get the gas lit up 'fore we buy another round

Sorry I can't handle much
You'll have to find somebody else
Cos don't be venting all your shit
I got my own to handle yet
An if you cannot handle that
Then hand yourself out to the rest
Cos I know that's what you be doing
When I'm the cause of your stress

You used to wear me like a longsleeve
Now I'm barely a vest
A vessel for communication
That just go one way at best
I'm sick an tired
Of the self destructive attitude to rest
Cos bitch you won't ever let it die down
There's no regrets

Bitch, I don't wanna go out we in the Dog Pound
Wit my bro from the South that's when this shit goes down
Me an Heartblake smoke strong by the ounce
Get the gas lit up 'fore we buy another round

Dog Pound (prod. Preston Mayers X Tenferno)

Do you know cpr bae I’m drowning
Walking round feeling nauseous, too crowded seasick
Haven’t amounted to a single thing again
On my watch nothing but bad announcements 
Lend the news already, heart done calloused
Befriend anything that’s gon help me wind up dead

Toss in my ticket to breath ou
Stretched onna gurney, too much to consume
If I’m waking up early still don’t leave my room
Everything’s hurting please help me reduce
Flirtin w urges
God damn I wish I didn’t even think
Fuckin up my body, I’m the cancer in my veins
Waiting in the lobby, but I’m boutta get my way

Outta my meds
Withdrawing but yo bitch still giving me head
It’s alarming how I get bitches while depressed
She nsync w my aura bitch wait w the rest
I never pull out less a knifes in a neck 
Continuous bind I’m stuck in till I’m dead
Fam in the ground might fuck up be the next
My final form is to channel my hexes

For my
Imma cut em all loose
Then realize
Feel like I’m livin w a nuke in my mind
Take a breath, step back, till the nooses gon slide

Do you know cpr bae I’m drowning
Walking round feeling nauseous, too crowded seasick
Haven’t amounted to a single thing again
On my watch nothing but bad announcements 
Lend the news already, heart done calloused
Befriend anything that’s gon help me wind up dead

drowning (prod. Spacedtime)

we finishing up old projects these were after the peak of tbg gabe and d3advib3

runnin' (feat. TBG Gabe & Internet Money) (prod. triazoondatrack & nick mira)

prod. Friday beats 
engineered at 432 studios 
written at your mom's house. 


I'M BACK

I'M BACK!

IN YOUR ARMS feat. GhostBxy and prod. The Ushanka Boy

IN YOUR ARMS (feat. GhostBxy and The Ushanka Boy)

C++ FT lucardo, Diamond, YXNG SHXT(Prod by g6k beatz)

ATTENTION

RELAX AND TAKE NOTES,
while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke...

røse.:  you fucking idiots
face the insidious viciousness
and limitless ignorance of an imbecile child
wicked and foul, flip any vowel
with vigorous style, they can't get ahead of us now
wow, who can step to this--is this where the exit is?

birds:  this is dramaturgical analysis;
turn attorney to masochist
with a massive acid hit—
and that’s my pitch
—my platform,
zeros across the apgar
heroes that fuck on crackwhores
rippin' flesh getchyo tats torn

røse.:  rebound off the backboard 
you lack form, I'm barely warm
wait 'til I get hot, shoot like Hitchcock
a monster of the loch, unlocked, they'll need a smock 
for a murder scene of another freshman magazine
I'm too clean--with a scalpel, like a Ph.D. of neurology
frontal lobotomy, rearrange your psychology--
come and witness this ludicrous lyricist, who is this?
a circus trick that amuses kids, the fuse is lit

birds:  chronically obtuse,
the bubonic plague of the music shit
let the truth sluice on the youth
‘til it prove the usefulness
If you dispute nukes
be astute in refuting pertinence
whichever way interpreted
you just irk ‘em with worthlessness
pick a pattern fasten ‘n straddle
before dispersing several curses
and affording poor disheveled persons mercy,
put the floor to pedal workin
with a fork in metal curtain
would’ve warned ‘em but in
lieu of foreboding he blew a circuit

røse.:  reading cursive from the nervous urgent nurses
who read the verdict, the vermin worsens--me versus
every serpent that's a perfect person on the surface,
the worst is--artificial agonizing artists who's part is
to remove the heart that's in Rap and R&B
but they ain't as smart as me;
to see the phony fallacies, it's hardly a tragedy
disarming these fake emcees, they tempt me to squeeze...

birds:  tendency for twistedness
typically lost in Star Wars
words he spit blister and rip the
paint off a barn door
strafe with the fucking blade
lemme get a taste
get erased when I make a stain
you should know ya place
with hyperbolic attachment
I slaughter all of you faggots
make ‘em fall like the foliage
they as tall as Napoleon
all this odious energy aiming
up at Odysseus, putting only
the flamest of buds in my
blunt when twisting it

røse.:  I'm the Capo, the captain
I ain't cappin' when I say I slay Wisco rappin'
as it's happenin', that's how it was imagined
with no compassion, I flatten you
with a bashing action 'til your eyes are black
and I'm maddened by my passion
havin' the magic gadgets that are fashion
turn you into ashes, toss you to the masses
hope someone catches, stupidasses
movin' slow as molasses, you don't
need glasses to see the mismatches
flashin' verbal axes, I hope your car crashes

Capo (feat. røse.) (prod. LethalNeedle)

608 REPRESENT!
WI -> CA -> TX
business/inquiries -> cestoids@gmail.com

Capo (feat. røse.) (prod. LethalNeedle)

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