blowing gas in the moonlight tryna fight, 
all these demons in my head make my brain feel tight all these bitches in my bed n I still wanna die so I take another xan so the pain feel light (x2) and i take another xan but i still wanna cry scripts on my mind i forget about life bad bitches in the club but I just give em lines I don't even wanna talk cuz I know we gon fight so I just get em high fuck em for the one time tell em that i gotta go but they know its a lie put some coke in my nose i can feel it in my spine put some dope in my bowl you can see it in my eyes 
unapproachable when you see me move aside 
I'm the coldest cold cuz I'm depressed wearing ice 
I bought this bitch some gold but it was fake I can't lie 
sad boi killa take a pill don't deal with her all black fit make yo bitch legs shiver 
ice on my wrist and it glisten like a river 
with a full moon why you praying on my doom just cruise hit this balloon don't move I can't lose you too soon let our brains fuze here take these gold shrooms 

pistol on my side but it's getting kinda heavy
so I passed it to my bitch cuz she always stay ready n I'm in a different tellie plus my hand ain't steady cuz I'm fienin for some Fetty hit the plug bought plenty 
why the fuck you always askin if Im doing okay
cant you see the look on my face I got no shame 
shoot it in my veins baby I dont feel no pain
she was in my bed last night giving me brain
put a bullet in my head if I ever go insane

if I ever go insane 
I be whipping in the rain tryna crash my car I'm just swearvin through lanes 
talking bout I'm scared bitch I don't really care I don't got feelings cuz My mind in the air black hair dead stare looking like a demon when I walk in the club
I'm finna act up double up My double cup mud puddle going numb bitches from the slums  going dumb n they showing love tryna have fun  I'm not the one I'm The plug got drugs in my rug
no luck but im still snapping on the beat everytime that i speak every night in my dreams
I see the way you look at me makes me wanna cry cuz I know the way you look at me 
fucks I try to not give those try to keep my mind closed to all the lies hoe popping on xans letting time go I just wanna die though V263 popping on cyclones in a different time zone on methadone yea it's on silent don't hit my phone
just let it go just let the lean pou
just let the lean pou

SADBOI KILLA

 moving like a snail but that wrist get to whipping
 yeah cookin in the kitchen baking soda get to mixing
do not hit My phone all alone when I'm sipping
put on wavey jones when these bitches get to tripping
I'm doing what I do nothing new I be kickin
balenci on My shoe n some Fetty n some blues
who the fuck is who when I got blurry vision 
bitch I thought you knew I was going on a mission
when she give slop I be bussin sendin shots
see me on the block I be dancing in my crocks
counting all this money shi get funny at the top
jiggin with a double cup dripped in Louis Vuitton 

Goth shawty looking like Kurumi tokisaki 
All black fit and that's why she call me papi
Put a hole in your head yeah I call that uzimaki
I'm sipping on some tech now I can't feel my body
Tryna pick my brain y'all is acting like some zombies
Came up out the grave resurrected wearing tommy 
Shout out black kray yeah I fuck with sickboirari
Always go berserk I feel like guts I got a curse
Sipping on some purp I'm talkin wok real serp 
Talkin to these demons I can't help it I'ma flirt
Find me in the deep end till I'm lying in the dirt 





DANCING IN MY CROCS

Granime feat. Free Foreign

Where'd You Get That Sip Dead? feat. Free Foreign

BOAT feat. Free Foreign

Ghetto Morpheus feat. Free Foreign

Got the baggies and a scale n my bitch weigh it
Kicken back while I'm puttin on a playlist
Counting all this money throw it and she shake it
Turn the sprite upside-down I don't shake it
She pop a pill n she start to get naked 
I'm too faded baby girl I'm blowing paychecks 
I'll take neck 
This ain't that type of conversation so say less
I hate stress I'm smoking this a taste test 


Yerky on the foil it smell like pop corn 
Always needing more
Why can't I remember shit I feel like I was never born
All my contacts fiend I take there money n I let em soar 
Kick em out the door cuz that lean I had to fucking pour 
Wokheart sippin get to itchin when I pour a four
Cross upside down on my forehead but I praise the Lord 
Forgive me for my sins I can't help it satans at my door

I've seen some shit people never even dreamed
I'ma demon but I got angel wings 
She say she love me but she tell me that I'm mean
I crashed my car so I had to flee the scene 
Prolly cuz I'm always driving on a bean
All these pills on me I need to sleep


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