(LYRICS)
I need my posse 
I need my group 
I need some brother 
Till we on the moon 
I need a family 
No excuse 
Fill our pockets 
Till they slim with the blues
I need a shawty
Cant pick an chose 
Sticking with me 
Till we make it on through 
Im just a zombie 
With how i move 
patience till you fucking make it 
See them stars on the roof 

Fuck a text right now 
Im tryna see you in person 
Legs spread out 
Lemme see how you work it 
My last bitch doubt 
Said that i wasn’t worth it 
Im so down 
Im still fucking hurtin
Cant breakdown 
My music deserve this 
My own fucking sound
tryna make it perfect
In my own fucking town 
Nobody observing 
Got these fakes all around 
So im never conversing

Posse

POSSE (Prod. MAJZKLUANI)

wishing well (feat. chemicalfarm)

Imma die when I say so
Nobody like me walking with my halo
Fucked up life but that’s the way it go
People doing anything for a paystub

I wanna go far like a star
Going real hard Like a fool in a bar
Flooded up wrist I’mma drown in the car
Bottom of the river you know that it’s really dark

No light coming to the bottom of the pit
Glowing from my wings someone pull me out of it
Halo shining really bright light up the night
Earth angels in the sky can u hear em fly

I ain’t gonna do what u say so
Imma die quick with my halo

Imma die when I say so
Nobody like me walking with my halo
Fucked up life but that’s the way it go
People doing anything for a paystub

I wanna go far like a star
Going real hard Like a fool in a bar
Flooded up wrist I’mma drown in the car
Bottom of the river you know that it’s really dark

No light coming to the bottom of the pit
Glowing from my wings someone pull me out of it
Halo shining really bright light up the night
Earth angels in the sky can u hear em fly

I ain’t gonna do what u say so
Imma die quick with my halo

Halo (Prod. twenyohthree)

tell me (feat. chemicalfarm)

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Main Artist: xipz
Produced by: xipz
Mixed by: xipz
Mastered by: xipz
Cover Art by: xipz
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LYRICS:

[Intro]
and all i do is dream about u
yeah all i do
yeah all i do
long nights with a blade to my right
got a cig in my hand i just wanna get higher
long nights with a blade in my right hand yeah
and all i do is dream about you
long nights with a blade to my right
got a cig in my hand i just wanna get higher

[Chorus]
long nights with a blade to my right
got a cig in my hand i just wanna get higher

long nights on the road
getting back from the show
lil shawty on my phone
like come over

girl i cant, i got plans
counting up bans in my castle yuh
not tonight i got plans
counting up bans, its a hastle

[Bridge]
and all i do is dream about you yeah
and all i do
and all i do
and all i do is dream about you yeah
and all i do
and all i do

[Verse 1]
so all i do is think about you
when im not counting bans, youre up on my mind
distracting myself has become the issue
im taking drugs to take up my time

i dont know how long ill be on this earth girl
so i cant let bitches ruin my life
she say im heartless, i said "is there an issue?"
she said no n we continued the night

[Chorus]
long nights with a blade to my right
got a cig in my hand i just wanna get higher

long nights on the road
getting back from the show
lil shawty on my phone
like come over

girl i cant, i got plans
counting up bans in my castle yuh
not tonight i got plans
counting up bans, its a hastle

[verse 2]
girl i gotta go, leave me alone
delete my number, dont call up my phone
girl i got plans, im making bans
chasing my dreams, im not like your mans

im on the road, throwing some shows
im with my bros, counting up dough
counting up plays, checking for payments
im in your mentions, know that you checking

shawty fell in love, but only wit half of me
she dont know my name she callin me xipz
she hit me up right after the show, i leave her on open cuz i gotta dip

im goin ghost, gotta work on my album
im sorry girl but youre not on my mind
i may hit you up but not right now girl
imma get back at a later point in time

long nights

crying in the basement [feat. ninetyseven]

Death Notes

Produced, Mixed and Mastered by Crizzy White

Hold up brodie
I thought we was friends 
Cut our ties 
Left my life 
Don't you come again 
You get 5%
Of my smallest hit
Huh huh huh huh

Hold up brodie
I thought we was friends 
Cut our ties 
Left my life 
Don't you come again 
You get 5%
Of my smallest hits
Fake bitch 
Fake bitch 
You can suck my dick 

Got me that bag
And your pocket is hurting 
I'm curving
And swerving 
The shots that you sending 
Said mending a friendship 
Ain't part of my limits
I play and I win it
You play like a scrimmage
So spinach me up like I'm Popeye and hit it
I kill competition 
There's no way you winning 
I smile I'm grinning 
Boy who is you kidding 
Get outta my mentions 
You pussy ass bitches
I swear that I made me a hit and I followed it up with another one 
Bro tryna copy my shit so I guess that I got me another son 
I'm tryna hit then I dip so that lil bastard ain't showing up 
Gimme that child support 
Send me a cheque for the verse you took
I'm in the kitchen like bitch I cook
You always bitching can't make a hook
You always wishing I made a open
Shut the fuck up stay hopin'
Making waves and I split the Oceans
Last album was set in stoning
Split the scene like my name is Moses
Get my splits then I get to going

Hold up brodie
I thought we was friends 
Cut our ties 
Left my life 
Don't you come again 
You get 5%
Of my smallest hits
Fake bitch 
Fake bitch 
You can suck my dick 

Bro getting pressed like for what 
I call up your bitch to bust a nut 
I might call up xipz and hit your show
I might look you in the eyes and fuck your hoe
Damn that bitch gon feel it in her toes
Damn Crizzy White made it snow
I just look her in the eyes while she choke 
See that bump go deeper in her throat
Play the villain I do it good
Minecraft get to chopping wood
On my shaft and she ride it quick 
You a fake bitch you ain't doing shit 
Got a diamond hoe with my diamond pick
And my diamond sword gonna split a bitch 
You overrated so fucking quit
Got a mouthful of my fucking dick

Hold up brodie
I thought we was friends 
Cut our ties 
Left my life 
Don't you come again 
You get 5%
Of my smallest hits
Fake bitch 
Fake bitch 
You can suck my dick

Fake Bitch

the very first song I recorded last yr around this time, so this an anniversary song to me startin ts music career!

crying in the basement [feat. ninetyseven]

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