Frank's License Plate

prod. by bardo 

lyrics

Bada bing, bada bam 
Jersey boy still lives in trance 
At a glance
The garden state may all be filled with rotten plants 
The plot demands a twist like the top of a canister 
On the other hand, my plans were never even manicured 
To begin with, I can’t manage hurt 
Or convince them with cans of worms 
With my conviction as thick as my flannel shirt
Damned dreams, I heard  
My view of life was built on a curve 
Some things ain’t meant to be, but my fantasies can observe 
Deficits and tendencies 
Identities emerge, inadequate
Ain’t that some shit?
Motherfucker, you got some nerve 
Talking to me like I’ve got so many things to lose 
Walking with me 
Thoughts up in a knot
Like the lace on my shoes 
With this crazy view 
Sit up late and ruminate on the truth 
Maybe one or maybe two assumptions 
That’ll make me fume 
Light this fuse with this mic 
On a night of few thoughts 
On pins and needles 
Life is lethal
Feels just like a flu shot 

See, I cannot decide 
Whether it’s cause I’m high or sanctified 
Whether it’s my mental growth  
Or the strength these pills provide 
I guess I’ll live to find 
The clear cut truth or ruthless lie 
Across the way, I will be crucified 
Ride slow, drive slow 
While my mind floats 
Between the comfort of euphoria 
And blind hopes 
Mind you, I’ve had my eyes glued to the clues 
Sink my teeth in grief 
Till I lose every single tooth 

A feeling that extends from my heavy heart to this pen 
Seven sins 
And seven reasons to sin again 
The truth is awfully tense
I would rather just go pretend 
That I had a lover and a couple new loyal friends 
Discover happiness through a glassy rose colored lens 
Since the beginning, I’ve anticipated the end 
Like the end of a razor blade 
Days will sever my flesh 
Roses with thorns 
At the core, that’s where my loneliness stems 
My tendencies are chemically sound 
And tend to be overly dependent 
On the chemicals found 
I could ingest them then infect my chest 
Until my heart pounds 
Till I’m progressively aggressive 
As I flesh out these sounds 
And fucking drown 
Anxiety may tire me out 
Like society 
One side of greed will pry and weep out 
I need a variety 
Of pills to keep my needs appeased now 
For satiety 
Thinking back on the past 
And why everybody lied to me 
Symmetry for these similes 
Don’t reflect in my face 
Everyone’s reckless 
Smoke and mirrors 
Leave you breathless and blank 
Through my heart of glass 
I poured an ounce of poison and then settled back 
Reflecting on the past while still trying to do the mental math 
On why everyone thinks I’m doomed 
Like I’m wearing a metal mask 
Gentle laughs follow the hollow silence 
And mental lapse 
At the center of my depression 
And precious path 
Press control, delete and enter 
When I start to crash 

See, I cannot decide 
Whether it’s cause I’m high or sanctified 
Whether it’s my mental growth  
Or the strength these pills provide 
I guess I’ll live to find 
The clear cut truth or ruthless lie 
Across the way, I will be crucified 
Ride slow, drive slow 
While my mind floats 
Between the comfort of euphoria 
And blind hopes 
Mind you, I’ve had my eyes glued to the clues 
Sink my teeth in grief 
Till I lose every single tooth

NEW JERSEY DRIVE

Written / Performed by @blckbrds
Produced @zepelinbeats, @zyllerbeats
Engineered by @tumaggz

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4ria - AFTER-HOURS IN THE ABYSS

Track 2 from "DEATHLY FOLLY" by 4ria

produced by llouis
additional production by zaki ali and 4ria
written and performed by 4ria 

4ria - FOOLS PARADISE

prod. VEINN & CASTLECORPS

Lyrics:

How many rounds can i let out this glock
Pop
My guess is fucking a lot
How many bitches want suck on this cock
Bops
Probably a million thots
How many rappers want be in the block
Hah i wouldn't pee on you fuckers
2025
Everybody die
Other side the fence
Or you on mine?
You can have a gang
You can have a mob
You will not remain
Alive

Neck yourself
Making me laugh you think a vest will help
Hahaha
Might wanna check yourself
Like you was putting something Nike on
One call green light and we get 'em gone
Mason Margiela sweater stepping in some Louboutins
Its umbrella weather waiting for the slip and fall

(But wait, there's more)

I'm the best it's irrefutable
Pressure point squeezing your cuticle
I got you inside the palm of my hand
Blick take you to prom it want you to dance
Rubber wrapped around my dozens of bands
I'm up
None of you got any fans you suck
I mean ones that are real
You got IG followers but not any skill
That's why i gap y'all
Add an E i'm thick as hell (gape)
New gap I just hit it and it fucking swelled
I'm an attack dog back off
Hit you with the chopper like a blackhawk
Ass off what I had to work
I'm boutta blast off like im off of earth
And I just laugh all day at you ants
Peons
Know that y'all tryna jack what I be on
Laser came with the stick it's neon
The only thought in my head that keeps going is-

How many rounds can i let out this glock
Pop
My guess is fucking a lot
How many bitches want suck on this cock
Bops
Probably a million thots
How many rappers want be in the block
Hah i wouldn't pee on you fuckers
2025
Everybody die
Other side the fence
Or you on mine?
You can have a gang
You can have a mob
You will not remain
Alive

4ria - AFTER-HOURS IN THE ABYSS

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