Cemetery Date

Cemetery Date - Sped Up

Colorway (Sped Up)

Been so long 

when I think about you

It's a blurred face

Blurred Face

she stay in the back of my mind
she be saying shit i don't like
feel like hell and i don't know why
feel like hell and i don't know why 

don't tell me you like me
if i feel sum different from you
i got what you need and what you want
but i don't want you
you can love me all you want
kill myself out your front door
one wrong move inside this bitch
i swear to god we done hoe   

poison in my body
i just got too fucked up i got
poison in my body
she just act like, what i act like
i'm who she embody
im so fucked up, shut the fuck up
slits all on my body
slits all on my body

i know i'm an asshole
scratch all down my back hoe
why did you come back tho
i ain't want you back hoe

gen5 in this bag hoe
hollow fill this mag bro
why this fuck hoe mad tho
bitch, get off my back bro

give a fuck about shit bitch i'm done yeah
get on top of the roof wit this gun yeah
that lil shot in his head get him stunned yeah
that lil shot in his head now he done yeah

i just talk all my shit then i'm done yeah
i can't help that i do what i want yeah
what's been done could never be undone yeah
i control how this all get spun yeah

poison in my body

walk into the airport, everybody staring at me
had to walk back out my choppa in the backseat
put a hunnit on this bitch, i swear i started laughing
walk inside this bitch, i swear i started blasting

blood on the carpet, blood on my bag too
blood on my hands, i got blood on these mags too
blood on the carpet, blood on my bag too
blood on my hands, i got blood on these mags too

let the feds know they cannot find me
go where i want ion need ID
pig pull a mf over, ion really give a fuck
yeah hoe i shoot police
two to the chest, one to the head
four in the back, dump the rest in the mf face
twelve squad car back up, pack up in this bitch
yeah yeah yeah this whip finna race
i fuck around put a hole in his chest
i put the same strap to my head 'fore the feds
ever make me confess
nah bitch i can't ever confess
if i walk inside this bitch
i cannot leave until i see that everybody is dead
i do what i see recorded, my brain been thru torture
i'm ready to blow off my head

blood on the carpet, blood on my bag too
blood on my hands, i got blood on these mags too
blood on the carpet, blood on my bag too
blood on my hands, i got blood on these mags too


first one down he the first one out
first in the room, first one shot down
two shots in the left lung
blood down the leg, run
fill up his lungs
made that lil boy drown
six feet low, now his ass in the ground
if i'm in this hoe, i do not make a sound
blue, red, blue light, i gotta bounce
they don't know where i stay, ho i haunt in the south

walk in the airport

shit so unpleasant, bitch i'm not impressed wit yuh
i don't give no fuck about that bih fuck that nah
i cared so much that i don't think i care at all
i text you back so i could let you tell me off
bitch you a demon you scheming you was plotting on me
i just put the 50 barrel on the fucking tommy
i walk in like a zombie, two poles on me
come and take this shit off my body like my name romney

soul undone body tied up in the basement
19 story fall off of this builiding, hit the pavement
i used to watch people die like that shit entertainment
now i close my eyes and see it all, feel like impaling

any fucking body put the razor to my body
and disembowel me
don't ask me no fucking question
it's not about me
new hoodie look like a transmog
yo lil hoe WoW me

i just step into the function, look like a bad dream
my lil homie act too chill i promise he just masking
if i take this sub2k out everyone get flattened
why this bih act like she knew me, that shit was back then

unpleasant

produced by @imfrostd + @turroo0

i walk on this plane of existence til my head hurt
i felt you stab me in my back with little effort
i felt you fold into the void with little pressure
is there a sniper on the roof, i felt my neck hurt

i'm falling, ho i'm all in, please don't call them
i'm in your mind i'm your possesor
i'm falling, aew all in, up pole and off em
i could never be your protector

oh fuck ok
ok i guess i'm a bad guy
can i talk you right now
or is it still a bad time
this could never be like the last time
like i don't even think i have time
i drown my head in water
i walk in that hoe slaughter
i watch you like a stalker

possessor

produced by @xandror2

i been to hell but im back now
stuck in the background
soon as i push thru
gun on my lap now
bled on the map
that i had, need to find you
not in control of this pole
i could blind you

fuck, you could blind me
blood on my white tee
blood on your white tee
bloodfall, it's likely
i'm getting sick
i admit, only slightly
if i must shoot
then i must shoot presicely

i don't even like me
there's nobody like you
somebody come knife me
oh trust me i'd like to
i can't seem to do it
i lost all my movement
i don't need to prove it
i feel useless

ok i ran out of uses
ok lemme recharge
then get back into it
like wow i almost blew it
put that gun in yo hand
cock it back, you can do it
blow out yo brain in the back
you can do it

7.62 in my chest
7.62 in my face
i got 7 straps inside the truck
incase you're running late
i put on the kevlar
so im first in line to show my face
so as we get in just air it out
please let them know their place

blood fall likely

If It Only Gets Better

Disassociate v.2 (jolst)

Remember falling for a blurred face
18
Producer/Musician

Blurred Face

Faoilain