I drop back down
Baby its midnight
Your heads in the clouds
Bathing in twilight
With my hands in your hair
I coax you back here
I wrote you these words
To trifle your fear

Lay your head on my chest
Listen to every breath
While my heart is beating
Take comfort and rest
If it storms hold me tight
I'll make thunder all right
'Till the sun comes in sight
I'll hold you through the night
I'll make thunder all right

And when the sea is bellowing, oh
It sings of you and me
So drift off to sleep
The clouds are the sheep
Count them with me
So baby

Lay your head on my chest
Listen to every breath
While my heart is beating
Take comfort and rest
If it storms hold me tight
I'll make thunder all right
'Till the sun comes in sight
I'll hold you through the night
I'll make thunder all right

Thunder [prod. 8ROKEBOY]

GO USE ON TIK TOK @LLUSIONMUSIC

LOVE YOU ALL

limbo - airplane but it's even more chill

LYRICS:

[CHORUS]
Lemme hit the throttle
Pour another bottle of that thing
I don't wanna dance in the rain
What are you insane (beep, beep)
Let it ring ain't a thing baby you can do yo thing
Don't let the mood drain, ain't a new thing
Let the cello bang while I wrap you up in cellophane
Its conducing when I slap her jello man you a little yellow man
With a little thing did I touch a fucking vein?

[VERSE 1]
Hit the motel and you know well
When the sheets smell what in the hell is the deal
Like I keep it
My new album, you should really peep it
No matter whats the outcome
When you sleeping
And when the train come
You wont even see it
Man I cant believe it
I got no faith
Like a preacher when he get some road rage
Then I get in your face
Like some halitosis
Kick against the book case
Hows the hollow toe, sis?
You can fucking blow this
Like a Nintendo cartridge 
So arch it like a bad bitch when the bars hit
Role model, ten toes to the floor like a yo yo when I'm
Walking the dog just to pick up some fro-yo
That's a whole lotta ---- I got across so understand
If its getting pretty hot, get the fuck out of the pan.

[CHORUS]

I had chicken heart for lunch
Cause at your funeral I leant into the casket for a crunch
Theres a few steriles with some misconceptions about me
So doubt me, I now see that you think a lot about me.
Not a hunch, you know I wont duck at the punch
I eat it like a side-course making room for the munch 
So get up off your high-horse 'for he drools for the munch
I'm tangy sweet and creamy just like some very nice ranch
Pour it on your heart, that's a chicken parfait
And I must say, its bad in a hotter kinda way
Like Pompeii, I spew, get out the way 
Perhaps it needed more seasoning
Maybe some rosemary or maybe
A little bit of cumin on the bottom like your girl
Her and I go zooming in the autumn what a whirl
Pick her up in the Chevrolet pull up to the destina-
Shin guards might just save the day again.

[CHORUS]

Chicken Hearts

LYRICS:

[CHORUS]
Whoa, mama! (Incredible!)
Understand, you supply and I demand
Like a couple hundred grand, like
Mo' commas (Wow!)
It ain't a crayon, my pen's finna be spraying and
Then your innards decaying, so
No drama (Success!)
If you want beef, we gon' have to hash the kief
Leave your organs nice and neat
I like Obama
Dude is always filled with hope
Even out there in the snow
Watch your boy show up and glow, like the
Dalai Lama

[VERSE 1]
Yes I have the godly flow, you already know
Socrates put a thot into scope
Allotting these hoes, to pop in and go
To bed, rocking like as-salamu alaykum;
Putting God in these hoes
I'm not doing shows, I'm back at home
Holding down the fort 24/7. I'm eleven inches deep
Inside of your mom, convenience huh?
Tik tok? Clock you on the dome real quick
Like my alarm going off! (I'm a boss!)
You tryna usurp?
Chew dirt, get burnt like
Supernova cane against your mouth 
'Till the tooth hurt (Oh!)
Loose shirt and some long ass hair
Flirting with a bad bitch like the dare devil
Joe Dirt!
Bust it back grab the lube and the (CAMERA)(ay)
Ready, set? Head steady with the stamina (Woo!)
Take your time, ain't no way
That we gon' run out of (TIME)
(CONTINUE?)

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 2]
I spot dodge
My neutral is a hodgepodge
Its futile to outrun the rods
Your bumper I start to nudge
I want fudge, I wont budge
Dripping all over the rug
Spilt my mug, spilt the mag
Split your mug that's all you had

[CHORUS]

Deli Llama [prod. Sedivi]

LYRICS:

It's one passed a quarter to two
1:46, 2 25's might cover the crew
A bag of weed from Dungeon Master Triptyline? Who knew.
I got 5 on the speaker box, bugging out to Luniz tunes
Bobby pulls out a blunt, and then he lights it
They puff, puff pass it past me tough luck, I'm wanting to bite it.  
I can't deny it the curiosity is maddening
Our mediocrity is always the same, call it a Madden thing.
So I lean up and grab that tree by the throat, I ask Trip,
"What's in the trunk?" He says, "It's the engine bro! Didn't you
Know? We're in a beetle dude!" I muzzled it, put the
Bark to my lips and nuzzled it to keep from being rude.
Turns out the ash I packed in my lip wasn't an upper it felt
Like an uppercut or if someone upper wanna cook me up for supper
Like my body's tupper peeling off the glass
Window blowing indo as the trees pass, now my trees passed and it's

Three past four all three of my friends
Are gassed out no decorum at their wits with the end
They passed out by the pool with drool hanging off the chin
I stand up head really dizzy busied by a thinking binge
"Ay yo, Trip!" I shouted real loud
Caused him to trip, he broke both legs and spouted, "OW!
PLEASE TAKE ME TO MY HOUSE RIGHT NOW, I'M SERIOUS.
I DON'T TRUST HOPSITALS." He was acting delirious.
He begged and pleaded I gave word to his will
Tried putting him in the truck but the fuck wouldn't stay still
He kept screaming, "YOU SUCK!" I didn't know how to deal
A quick choke to the throat might teach his ass to take a chill pill
"Oh shit, what the fuck did I do?"
Its too late now to start regrettin so we started to move
Got me thinking what Trip's getting straight murdered the crew
I wonder if he keeps it at the house... We flew down the

I-5 past six when we arrived with
Trips Eyes glued shut, but his skin was opened wide
Yuck, a couple bones stuck up. I redirected my
Line of sight to in front of me, there I see Trips greenery!
Shatter glass, trespass with one task, gather
Gas in my flask throw it back with no need to ask
The indo weed I pass. No needing to relax, that's lax
I wanna feel a thrill up my back. Get back!
I grabbed the nearest sprout and I lit it to stick it
Right in the clout, like shout-outs to Cole Bennett
We the illest ever up in it that did it like
Four shots of Corona and your boy can still live it
Will you lil'ns illin villains just quit it when I
Fight BAC with raps, no one mocks, the pen is sealing if
You still feeling some kinda way I'm killing in any state
Any time of day, whether I'm on the ground or the ceiling

It's seven before eight and I ate seven
My face has lost feeling, my flame fell off into the
Tray and caught the center a blaze, Im coughing into a daze
And hocking till my lungs are torn, Trip honks the horn
He woke up? I thought he'd bleed out for sure
But it doesn't matter soon enough this place will burn to the floor
But I can't get off the floor, I'm feeling way too high
I guess I'll take this last verse to say my goodbyes, ugh

Good God, am I feeling alive?
Or is this what death feels like, man it don't feel right.
No son, won't you wait outside?
I gotta shift with the man in the suit with the red tie
Don't nod, just analyze
And resist to find out about the where and the when why
Steeping in greed and no ones seen him
Sleeping by weed on a Snowy Evening

Sleeping by Weed on a Snowy Evening

East Side Girl

Praxi - Bbno$

[CHORUS]
Scotch rounds 'till the track sound pretty great
Tell every bitty in the city call me sticky tape
I'm throwing fiddies at her tiddies 'till its pretty late
Ain't giving pity to her kitty when she gimme cake

[VERSE1]
Pouring Morgan down my organ 'till the pipe burst
I pull up on you with the white hearse, yikers
I'm thinking y'all might need a diaper, I've heard
enough you tough then catch a light burst
Finna bail while I blast raw, thats my last straw
Knit a sail, fail to cast off, jack offs
Cause that's my name
Fact is you're a hack, black hats go bang

[CHORUS]

[VERSE2]
Quit your bitching y'all, I ain't hearing none of that
You get no reception from the god damn Quarterback
And no exceptions 'bout my facts in your face
I'm smack to the trace, bitch look like she trapped in a vase
She plumb thick
You skinny boy, shift like a stick
I roundhouse your bladder and circle squares in my piss
'Cause ain't anyone badder, they can't compare I'm the tits
My good will is flattered the way I'm giving 'em fits, I'm just sayin

[CHORUS]

Thunder [prod. 8ROKEBOY]

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