Can't Believe

Can't Believe (Prod. TexSide)

(BONUS TRACK) Garette's REVENGE Cover

LITTLE THINGS (FEAT. ANIMUS) prod. xrome + ovrwhenitsovr

LOVELESS ARMAGEDDON prod. Fony wallace + composition x

CIRCLE BACK prod. willweever

Produced by @ocdbzicca

lyrics

Another trip
Here we are again
Now onto the moon
Reality split into propaganda
Hourly on the news
Like who is who
Dropping nukes
Get ready for war or kiss the boots
So what’s the move
Where’s the loot
Rather just win and never lose
I ain’t surprised if this don’t change
I ain’t gon’ cry about what they say
Ride heavy got gg’s and some dank
I’m headed to heb for steaks
You can go and try to be the next thing
But I’m just tryna get through this day
Wanna have a time for once to think
Bout getting this work done off my plate

Ain’t fucking witchya
The Lil Shun Militia 
Got demons in my brain
Who’s packing verbal ammunition
Spray and hit your face
I hope your family kept good pictures
Know I made a plan n sure know damn well left no witness

No sey my mood
Better resume back to the shit that I’m always gonna bleed true
Never need you
Too soon
Silly GooneBoone
What did he do
Prolly seeing two off the ‘delo’s n Blue Moon’s

Psycho addict spreading havoc on this planet
It’s a habit
Xans and acid
Damn I’ve had it
Final act is all my damage
Psycho addict spreading havoc on this planet
It’s a habit
Xans and acid
Damn I’ve had it
Final act is all my damage

FINAL ACT prod. OCD BZICCA

Your Day Has Come

Produced by @omenxiii
Recorded, Mixed, & Mastered by @gooneboone

Lyrics

Ooh, Lil Shun come thru
Back of the church
Sitting solo in my pew
Boone, they’re bringing out your tomb
Walk up to the front
While I’m waving
Tout a l'heure

Witnessed many L’s
With that chip on your shoulder
I know of many failed rookies looking to get back in order
It’s sorta sad at times
But still you have to move
So don’t act surprised
When I express both sides in the booth

Take in two hits of the fucking pipe then I write
scribble scrabble chicken scratches crumbled up looking nice
Round about a thousand words
Yeah, that’s the work that feels light
The process of elimination
That’s the devil’s delight
Oh, Fe-Fo-Fum
Lil Shun on the run
Me no fun
Rather be puffing blunts
See hope gone
With these fiends needing some
Más, dame más
All I hear from you runts

So uh take a step back lil bitch
So dumb how you acting new to this
Ay, grab me a beer 
If ain’t shit left to say
Tired of you bitches
Ain’t got time left to play

Yeah, If that’s so
Now in all white robes
Mandolin playing hymns
City of gold
Spiritual plane
More like the twilight zone
Damn, what a shame
Eternal life all alone

You want it but don’t wanna work
Jot it down but got no verse
Acting hella proud
Til you realize one day you’ll get hurt
Years go by
Now that day has come
You should’ve known better
Then to fuck with the Shun

YOUR DAY HAS COME prod. _013

Produced by @5dlos
Recorded, Mixed, & Mastered by @gooneboone
Artwork by @imfuctup

Lyrics

Psychedelic pimpin’ the way these hoes trippin
Southern boy from the Gulf
Shunny, lord of the coast

Guess it’s not the best time, then again, when is it best
You still never act fine
We pretend like we are still friends
What did I do?
Did I hurt you?
Can you come near?
Can you tell the truth?

Out of sight, out of mind
Lil Shun don’t wanna hide
Time to fly up out the coop
Time to see my brothers shine
I can visualize a plan
I can try and save a dime
But the main concern is that I stay up on my grind
Ten toes down, in all black, yeah it’s the Boone
Suckas talk a lot shit but he rap real smooth
Had to let it be known ain’t no one can dethrone
The southern boy from the Gulf
Shunny, lord of the coast
Psychedelic pimpin’ the way these hoes trippin
My whereabouts unknown
Oh well, I could be missing
Somewhere in the cut
Tryna figure shit out
Might roll another blunt
Take a cruise around town, yeah

Psychedelic pimpin’ the way these hoes trippin
Southern boy from the Gulf
Shunny, lord of the coast

Go and getchya ho and fetch
A lil bit of Boat N Net
Chomping on that good good while I sip my Big Red
Yeah, I’d be happy if I died right now
Know if I had more money I’d hop on a flight by now
So til then I’mma just leave it in the bank
Worry about some other shit
Could care less what they think
Matter of fact write it down
Take a picture and then go stamp it
Then write the address out to “up your ass” on the back end
That’s Priority
Bow on floors for thee
Plenty of love to go around but ya know there’s more from me
Hey, hey, hey
Lil shun?
What you need hun?
Can we have fun?
Yeah, yeah
Now spark me up one
Pretty backwood baddie
Matter fact her she call me daddy
Never talks back
Never had a day go badly
Handouts for the fiends
And she’s bagging em up
Couple dimes from the dime
Leave em red like her blush
Let em drool
Let em stay simpin’
While you take another dose, I’m psychedelic pimpin’

Psychedelic pimpin’ the way these hoes trippin
Southern boy from the Gulf
Shunny, lord of the coast

PSYCHEDELIC PIMPIN prod. 5D Lo$

Lyrics written by: https://soundcloud.com/t_reks
Mixed and Mastered by: https://soundcloud.com/gramafoneofficial
enjoy.

Shoulder Blades

I'll See You At Dawn (Prod. xowny)

All vocals written and performed by: https://soundcloud.com/t_reks

All vocals mixed and mastered by: https://soundcloud.com/gramafoneofficial

At work by @sk3l3t00n on instagram

Lyrics: 

It’s a long drift through the night 
i need to get away 
Heat tucked at the red light 
I swear that no ones safe
I got this itch up my spine
I can’t recuperate 
Face it time to meet fate 
An take the higher way home 

I’m not commin back 
I feel unattached 

An I’m not comin back 
My brain is unattached 
An lately I been off track 
I take it day to day 
With everything that I lack 
I turned around so you 
Could stab me where scratch
An I’ll Succumb to the pain 

We’re all wasten away 
We’re all wasten away 
Can you help me find where I layed
Before I was sent to this place 

So I get high
again

Turning Point (prod. Stephen Varela)

prod. @willweever


lyrics

Once upon time, in a land far, far away
I could you make you smile
Care to give into another day
But deep down that’s not where you’ll wanna be
Promise I won’t feed you anymore fantasy
Keeping faith ain’t the same if I’d say so
And I cannot change my own ways or let pain grow
Wanna save me now?
But girl it’s too late
Wanna play me now?
Like I ain’t been betrayed
I’m to throwaway
Lie straight to my face
No place to approve on how I’ll spend today
Won’t ever try to change
Won’t ever try to change

CIRCLE BACK prod. willweever

BOONE

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