All tracks prod. by @VegardVeslelia
Art by Freddie Vasquez

LYRICS:

Verse 1:
Lately I been lettin all my vices get the best of me
Gettin high come first and all this other shit come secondly
Hennessey and Coke and cigarettes gon be the death of me
I'm steppin on a slippery slope I got no clue what's next for me
I cannot explain these evil self destructive tendencies
Seem to keep on thinking that these drugs must be the remedy
I been havin trouble being me and Buffett separately
Lost the clear distinction where one ends and then the other meets
Folks be talkin down on me and mines and it's incessantly
I try to understand it but it ain't been makin sense to me
I could just pretend and say it's weighin on me heavily
But truth is I don't give a shit I lack a sense of empathy

Hook:
I said I'm sorry momma for the life that I'm livin
All the sex and the drugs and the cussin and stealin
I don't know why it is I insist on sinnin
But I cant really lie don't plan on quittin...
I said I'm sorry momma that I turned out different
Livin every night wit my vices winnin
Don't know why my grave I insist on diggin
Don't play when I say don't plan on quittin

Verse 2:
I been strictly spendin never savin livin check to check
It's difficult for me keep my thirst for cess and sex in check
When I lay it out this way my life look like a fuckin wreck
Im racin toward the reaper feel like life and death are neck and neck
For some fucked up reason I ain't even really fraid of death
I feel numb to everything my heart may have a disconnect
Skunky, hunchy, moody, zooted, introverted intellect,
It's Buffett flavin on a bitch like liquor mixed with triple sec
Don't you be naysaying I can't tolerate that disrespect
Flaugin on the Warden he gon separate ya head and neck
Loyal coalition soldier what the fuck did you expect
It's posse over everything cuz Schema be the fuckin set

Repeat Hook:
I said I'm sorry momma for the life that I'm livin
All the sex and the drugs and the cussin and stealin
I don't know why it is I insist on sinnin
But I cant really lie don't plan on quittin...
I said I'm sorry momma that I turned out different
Livin every night wit my vices winnin
Don't know why my grave I insist on diggin
But don't play when I say don't plan on quittin

Don't Plan On Quittin (prod. by Vegard)

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Thank You.

Into The Further We Go (Prod. ʎpoqou)

[LYRICS]
been separated
immune to devastations
no new communications
I lose to improve patience
a mood it makes you jaded
no news came back good
faded in booths
goonies invaded the youth
success ain't waiting on you
so take in what you choose
smoke that dank, drank that brew
look both ways still hate the truth
book the stage they see our crew
scumbag ways the usual
LazTax all black funerals
mundane place where I conclude
brownbagboy got the bum-juice
shorty dance, she can't feel none
got 40. ounces to freedom
sip it up you won't live long
a crippled mind think nothing's wrong 
ridden y'all hate on my songs
a written taste of what I want
a rip in space when we're all gone
disintegrate me and embalm
nothing's gonna change for you
still stuck in scumbag ways
when livin' la vida de goone (x2)
...
some terrible dreams, ay
aware you me diste
feeling uneasy 
me quiero morirme
I wait on that fucking day
like what's the last thought in my brain
cannot believe you still been sane
they can't believe I'm still the same
lil known they don't flow but that's okay
don't pay any attention to what I say
I'd rather be lone left in a grave
heard that one before it's what I pray
rewritten, record, on that always
I spit off the porch, burned-out ashtrays
my lungs have been sore
they'll turn more grey
fuck y'all I'll remain forever lonely
low life shade in a solo-scum way
showing grace but below I hate
roll a blunt forgot what to say
but so what I'll be gone for days
livin the life of a shunny
in a cold rut where I shall fade 
nothing's change
nothing's gonna change for you
still stuck in scumbag ways
when livin' la vida de goone (x2)

LA VIDA DE GOONE prod. BOONE

prod @oilcolor

1/5/18


and still in my head, death fulfilled my last breath
and still I feel depressed
baby kill it, let me lay my head on your chest

late at night my mind gets blank at times
it’s not alright but hey I still get by
ask me why, reply every day’s my suicide
doing it wrong
making the fuckin goonie sigh
you can’t read me because every fuckin word’s a lie
conceded, never believing until I start to try
ruin confidence? nah, u can’t blind these eyes, rolled back
like these blunts passed to me, myself, and I

why oh why did I even try with you

fuckin up dude
"what you gonna do Boone?"
nothing, I’m not in the fuckin mood
less of you, that’s what I consume
devilish bruise left with the few
a mess of who be left untrue
a destined goone relaxed unto
these backwood moods kept grey in you
the fact is true, a devil stays in you
playing the mind day after day, night after night,
day after day, night after night

BOONE - AMOREVOLOUS prod. oilcolor

produced by @iamrellim

lilshunny's home movie: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pytPYjh95I4

‪BOONE - A RUT/MY RESORT prod. RELLIM‬


‪[LYRICS]‬

‪[VERSE 1]‬
‪hyoid bone in my palm as I clutch‬
forgot what happened after
didn’t really wanna touch
eyes rolled back til her veins don’t pump
I’m just insane
my nightmares are full of scum
bodies get numb, all their minds are gone
still really fucked up
when I know I’m too young
believe in my thoughts
one day I’ll have none...
delivered like drugs in all areas
legal ones, some mysterious
fuck your life, social media
put a leash on, start leading ya
slurring words with no meanings
so fuck the people I’m leaving
nothing more satisfying
than trying for something you want
rather than finding less
feeling like dying less
I want to get out this mess
I want to be with my friends 



[VERSE 2]
silence, my favorite sound
highest when no ones around
timeless, the drugs numbed out
without ever coming down
the minutes that I deplete
the seconds that I repeat
an image inside of me
a vision that violence feeds
the mission that’s tiring everybody
here for what this life will bring
it’ll get worse for you if you try and escape
listen here first from the lil shunny
“sick of your shit”
that’s all your mind will say
attempt just to quit
that’s what you do everyday
in a rut, my resort, is where I’ll stay

BOONE - A RUT/MY RESORT prod. RELLIM

Who Am I To You

Produced by @killedmyself

lyrics

goonie in the dark late night he was tweakin
roomy in his head empty and dead from the deep end
I wonder what happened to me last weekend
died under a twisted blacked out shunny season (x2)

it’s dim in this bitch and I’m feeling disgusted
I hit play to this beat to end all of my function
and hopefully the good and bad meet
to deceive all the lies coming
but I can’t wait
this impatience is flooding my brain to nothing
just the miserable acts of this everyday hustlin’
it’s not work to me it’s just something I do
like my lungs loving the bud burning
thought I knew enough but I am still learning
and what I haven’t figured out is

who am I to you
and who are you to me
I’m just a dream
here tonight
gone tomorrow with no goodbye (x2)

goonie in the dark late night he was tweakin
roomy in his head empty and dead from the deep end
I wonder what happened to me last weekend
died under a twisted blacked out shunny season (x2)

WHO AM I TO YOU prod. killedmyself

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2019


Gotta feel somethin
Need to feel somethin
Can't go on living if I ain't feelin nothin
I'm tired of just wantin but never really gettin
Seems my dreams ust crumble man that shit get so relentless

I'm tired of trying wha's the point?
All of this seems
All of this seems so strange

Why you always coming back to it?
Ease your mind and just move on
Devil on my shoulder, he a dick
He tell me that I'll be no one
Well I got news for you
Maybe it's true
But I ain't gonna stop til I'm through

Tell me why you feel let down
They all told me just have fun
Well now I'm feeling so left out 
I really want to be someone

Z E R O [Prod. Chillaska]

BELONG (PROD. SECRET STASH)

“Her Last Words”
Prod by. @hoolproduction

(Lyrics)

I burn the bridges we both walked on
Our differences are far long gone
A promise goes both ways
and that’s a hard one to make (x2)

Decisions, decisions
Oh I’m losing my vision
Staring at the walls
Waiting for a new rhythm 

But all I think about are her last words
But all I think about are her last words

...

Don’t trip on love gotta find a way to heal
Need to grind another bowl up,
get a brew, so I’ll fucking chill
Lil shunny blowing clouds daily
Chevy swanging, hear the 40 glass clanking on the floorboards
Yeah, I been going crazy

But all I think about are her last words
But all I think about are her last words

I burn the bridges we both walked on
Our differences are far long gone
A promise goes both ways
and that’s a hard one to make (x2)

BOONE - HER LAST WORDS prod. hool

SAMPLE: Beach House "Last Ride"
COVER ART By Elizabeth Gonzalez

she gon tell me that she love me but i don’t believe a thing  
mix of codeine and some white wine just to get my ass to sleep  
maybe i might do it just to forget all my buried dreams  
die a little just to live a little i can’t feel a thing 
 hindsight 20/20 i just feel nothing but this regret 
 girlie love me but i think shed be better off with me dead 
 ex been calling, what a stupid bitch romancing for the dead 
fucking cunt been acting like I never fucked her fucking friends  
see i don’t care  
about my life about this fight shit aint been fair  
write my life into a song just for no shares 
 i don’t fuck with none of you I’m on my own 
hit me up but do not disturb on my phone  
i don’t know what you been told but I’m not nice  
spend my nights drinking cheap liquor on some ice  
I’ve been told to try and try for some success  
but the thoughts inside my head might break my neck  
take me back  
way back  
every other night i try to find my way back  
every other night i try to side with my own light but in the end i leave my friends because under pressure i will crack  
so sad 
life has been a bitch 
so i fantasize about me with an open wrist  
(aw shit)  
i might take a sip 
only way to get these mother fucking thoughts to slip

Romance

I’m sick of all this bull shit 
no shit 
i don’t care for you bitch 
nor him 
i don’t wanna talk too much for long so hear me out
i don’t wanna be here 
no more 
this crowds a bit like last year 
and the year before 
I don’t wanna stay too long at all so I’m waiting for a now 
either way I’m running for the hills 
i can hear their voices stop so still 
if your down then meet me half way i know you got the will
take another chance i know I’m trash 
steering in the dark don’t have a path 
Hoping that you’ll come this far out quick cause theres no going back
its all the same no luck
with or without I’m fucked 
I took you out in hopes
to find another home
i know you are cold here
i know you are cold here
i know you are cold here
i know you are cold 
there she goes alone 
back to her old home 
back to what i thought was the problem

BOONE - A RUT/MY RESORT prod. RELLIM

BOONE

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