Shawty thinking of her death
I can smell on her breath
She ain't sober
She felt lonely
She felt something that made her cut down to her bone
Shit 
I saw cuts, deeper than my own
I felt sad
I felt shitty
Cause i could be there right with you
Bitch i miss you
Come and be
Right by my side
You and I 
Fuckin until the night turns day
The light goes gray
If i couldn't see id still love ya face
You are my lord
Bow with my grace
You are my sword
So please cut and say
I now declare
you to be mine
God you so fine

A joint for the night
Looking at the stars 
I could bring you to a house on mars
I'll show you my heart
fuck and call it art
Playing guitar
Singing some blues
Anything for you
Sex on the beach
Eating her pussy out like a peach

God im so mean
Hop on my dick
Ride and give a lick
Sex and a blick
My combo just hits

Bullets are flying
Come look at this
His body is leaking
Come sink ya fist
Do it like this

Pick up the pistol
Load it
Now finger on the trigger
Aim at his head
Make sure he dead
I aint spinning back cause he ain't worth the lead

Sipping a monster
Off my own rocker
Pills in my pocket
Got a bitch climbing on me
Say she wanna fuck me
That girl just too ugly
I got one in my heart
Khristina why we fall apart
Now i'm spitting bars sitting lonely
Cutting slowly
The blood move towards me
It want me dead
For all those i behead

I ain’t fucking isis 
But i’m leaving ya loved ones just liveless
I’m talking righteous
preachers im spitin’
You want me breathless
Send me a message
some bullets on the way
And that ain't a question
If you hunting me down
Know  i aint resting
Im packing a glock
Ill shoot up ya block
You want the time 
i just took ya watch

ISIS (PROD. TWEAK$)

It’s the 4 double 8 five four
Killing hoes
While addicted to needles
Got A lighter and a mole
Cause they lying
When they saying my head is still whole
It’s been  fucking blown
Constantly stoned
Like the man on the 14th floor
Find a window
Glass shatter 
Body fall
Now a widow is born
Corrupted by death
Her mind is torn
Like my shirt 
That I wore to the g59
Put faith in their minds

why im living and i'm still 
Chasing bitches
Wanna fuck
Or gimme new stitches
You done weaponized
Theorized
A way run it up with some lies
So i'll run it up glocks
Taking heads
While i mock em

There ain't no help
Im speaking in
fucking dialects
Talking with physiatrists
Psychologists
A Therapist 
They aint never seeing clarity
So share with me

Some happiness
Cause i aint feelin’ rhapsody
Not backing me
You lacking peace
While i'm chopping up beats

ya upping these guns 
while i'm upping the anti
The anti Depressant
My Mind isn’t present 
A peasant 

They minding me
The scars got them eyeing me

Survival of the beams
Pills 
screams
Hung by strings
Pull of the trigger 
now more than my ear rings

They use my life to shop amazon
A brutal murder that they’ve come upon
This right here, the new genghis khan
cause,

I got fifty-one new clips
I got twenty-one new blicks
So ima steer us off a cliff
Hope they find my body limp
Shit

Rhapsody (PROD. CannonTooCold)

Sly tech
Sly mouth
Pack in
Clock out
Beijing
Il’l pop out

Im rolling the dice on my life
Packing up  dope thru the night
Selling grams then  catching a flight
What do ya know they’re after  my life

Ha

Im smoking not purpin
My lyrics im earning
The pain left me burnin’
N’ searching
For something to push me

Right off a ledge
Push me to  death
Smoke and reset
The shit that i've left
And leaving
What is this feeling

Nostalgic
For all shit
That fell down and toppled
Right on me
Im off leash
Want all weed

Say fuck it 
Gimme some hennessy

break knees
burn trees
And forests
Lead me to orbit
Could ya send me high? 
i wanna forget (with feedback/delay on forget)

Forget 
Forgive
I’m so high
I’m soaring
Pouring
Shots till i’m cordless

Lose all life
Want no sight
Give no fight
To the man who kills for delight
Plead guilty

Sue me
Do me
Fuck and make a movie
A groupie turned loony
That wanna bitch ruin me 
But i ain't never clock out
Hit stash house  
And stash house
I’LL burn all ya passports
No moving 
Ya stupid
Who would go and do this?
—--------------
 Sly tech
Sly mouth
Pack in
Clock out
Beijing
Il’l pop out

Im rolling the dice on my life
Packing up  dope thru the night
Selling grams then  catching a flight
What do ya know they’re after  my life

Ha

FORGET/FORGIVE (PROD. ACCULBED)

longs4you by Deyaz unreleased
#siloh #guitar #foryou #chill #longs4you

longs4u-Deyaz

Said you’re a friend now
You’re in my head
Tweaking in bed
High on the morning ignoring the cards that I’m dealt
Move in stealth and I can’t get caught
I’m destroying my health
Like on the run got suicide prevention 
And it felt like some cuffs 
But I’ll call it
Hell this shit It ain’t a bluff
 there’s a life on the line
Would u care if it’s mine
thats a no And
I’m sure

Grime in the sea
And im fishing it out
Ima Cleanse it with some bleach 
Now families moving south
got Bodies on the highways 
And you’re runnin ya mouth
Bitch ya next 
My anger got loud

Loud as the shot of a pistol 
When it cocked back at ya 
and you’re path turning crystal 
I’m not one for the system 
Or a saying
But third times the charm
My doctor said that but was talking bout a ward

Back in my thoughts I think that I agree
Couple pills
An attempt 
And some peace
Staring at a cart
Couple vapes and some darts
Got newports up in large
Dabbing yellow 
Smell like gas but that shit look like Bart

been on the run 
No suicide prevention 
No feeling of cuffs 
But Don't I’ll call it
Hell It still ain’t a bluff
there’s a life on the line
And i know that'd care if it’s mine
And this time it is 
i won't lie and say im fine
Its Something that I’ve learned
And i need to get by
I’m Past my own head 
except for the highs
I’m Done with a lot 
That’s including the wine
Got a hold on my roots
I can’t move

Until i get a high i'm scared to go lose
But you struck a fucking nerve so spike my own food 
Death on the table so pills better do
My mind is still ignorant
Need an accelerant  

Speed up my death cause my living came irrelevant
Tell on em
A spell on em
Wish a death by medicine
And rectify 
Irregulars
Intensify 
The messengers 
Tell em that I’m dying 
And I need some new avengers

This the fucking moment where it all starts to change
This the fucking moment where I find the hall of fame
Tell me will I know my own name
Find a lane
I’m Done driving blind 
me and you aren’t the same

Anxiety trailing to the cabin that’s my room
and I’m bailing from this life
Hell 
sadness turned to doom
And I don’t know who I am
No green eggs and ham
can describe the treachery and hell of this man

On The Run (PROD. rexpy)

Lyrics:

Why im still pretending?
I need to stop pretending
But i'm cutting up my tendon
I need to stop amending
Dead friends
This aint a fucking re-do 
So why am i accepting 
All these highs
I can't stay sober
Or run a fuckin mile
As time clicks by i dont move a fucking inch
I dont step forward I just take some fucking hits
My friends think its normal 
but im suffering in this

All they see is the mist 
So why the fuck you with me
I dont fucking getchu 
I don’t get the joy i've only felt the pain
I was cutting last night with a dull fucking blade
And the scratches stay hidden
They won't ever see the day
Im cutting up my thigh then it stay in the shade

 I been falling 
And stalling 
With drugs that’d alarm ya
Disarm me
And ill make a weapon
Filed down toothbruth 
Cut up and dissected
Body of truth 
I got drugs and a message
Don’t say you love me it won’t be reflected
One sided relationship
God will you end it?
Im sick of these of these lies and all your pretending
Where is the honesty?
I won’t be corrected

Pretending (PROD. farber)

You want cut-throat?
Im cut-throat
Gonna cut thru your eyes till u go croak
Knife pull
Crushing ya body
use a light pole
Light bulb
slight bulge

hop in a wormhole
Indulge in ya downfall 
Ill cause it for all yall
Im ruthless 
I do this
Take bodies
Don't shoot kids
I run shit
I move it
no foolin
But packs got me droolin’
I'll pack the stupids
No casket
I'm laughing
Stay trapping
Sitting on bands
And none came from rapping

Drinking the henny
And shooting the masses
Im done counting pennies
Im sitting on acid
Dissolve in my skin
And i cant stay passive
The anger comes
And the souls battlin
 
Where are ya going?
The top cause i'm growing
This music so rich
It speaks to a bitch
Come and get a grip
On a life
You're outta touch
From a mountain of sips 

Im needing alc
an iv with a spout
For the mouth 
to my fifth
And Ik 
Titos is cheap
But damn it gon bring bliss
then it gon bring clips
Memories so sick
Making me boil
My anger has risen
Up from the soil

Around and around
My head like a coil
Im spinning circles
My blood starts to boil

Around and around
My head like a coil
Im spinning circles
My blood starts to boil

Bitch it’s a psych ward
Im psyched for
A high score
Of 3 rounds 
Yet i want another
Brain still fucked I gotta wonder

Would it make me better
Or Would I lose a sweater
Tricked another hoe 
Damn i knew better 

Fuck the relationship 
Dont send a letter
Dont send a message
Ill block ya cause now i resting

Im staying up tearing
No aint sleeping 
im staying weary
Soul took by a fairy

That bitch was faking
Thats what i carry
Im saving the pieces
Thats why im fucked
One of the reason
But so many more

I'm on pills
But off ‘em
don't take them I toss ‘em
They don't make me better
They just make me lesser
And question
Recession
depression
Its gone yet so restless 
Im deathless for now
But suicide will come about
That holds no doubt
Kicking and shouting

 But no one comes around

Around N Around (PROD. CannonTooCold)

I ain't felt enough
For the last few months
Been searching for an out 
now i'm out doing bumps 
But i landed on the ground
And my vocal lost their sound
I been higher than ever
My Memories severed
But atleast i dont drink 
Up until the rainy weather

Gotta give me something
Or please give me just nothing
I been balanced on the edge 
And i'm leaning towards cutting
I been sipping while im fucking
No i can't feel
Smoke hit my lips and the love wasn’t real

The stress as it leaves
It Builds up just to fuck me 
Im rusty
Im coughing
Im sorry
Not often
So this aint an offer
Just off me
Don't care what it costs me

Losing my life and a wife at my own hands
Taking these pills 
But i dont enjoy them
I been feeling pointless

And i cant find a reason
Got bitches that left
Friends with regrets
Pipe packed with feelings so i can forget
The green is a mess
Weed in my house stashed up like preparing for press
People give me stress

I wanna go back
I need it so bad
Back to the ward so i can relax
sitting on blast
One sly comment could send through the glass
Jumping off a cliff as trees pass

This is the end now its just past

Stuck in the past-tense
I need it so badly
Major to bi 
Pills cant correct it
They left me depression
And gave me a plan
Therapist and pills ain’t right for this can

Could you look at my face
Then look my case
And somehow certify, everything okay?
The cuts on my arms to the pills that I take?
The weed that I smoked to concoctions I made?
What is the reason that I'm here today?
Alcohol the reason that I hide my face.
Alcohol the reason that I don't know my place.
The weed is just my grace

Lets Go Back (PROD. Moon)

Miss me 
Kiss me 
Everybody with me
Take a pill and find ya peace
Don’t get caught up by police
Pick a place and pull some strings
Find ya making margarine 
Beach in the Bahamas 
Ima love you call ya mama

Ima fuck you cause I wanna
And I know ya wanna too
Not caught up while passing blues
And the fent a real issue
Vision skewed
On the front lines 
See the booms
Getting shot up in their room
What the fuck is college doom

Need a roomy sniffing k
Need a bitch with no more rage
Need a blunt not a stage
Now a race to the end
Hope you’ve seen
Rules I’ve bent
Coke I lent
Got the Drugs up in my system 
Now I’m only seeing red

Menthol in my hand
Gots these cigs up on demands
As I toss em out my car
Hell I’ve probably spent a band
Only nic
Count it total than we looking at three grand
Damn 
Bitch im the fucking man

Miss me 
Kiss me 
Everybody with me
Take a pill and find ya peace
Don’t get caught up by police
Pick a place and pull some strings
Find ya making margarine 
Beach in the Bahamas 
Ima love you call ya mama

I’m insane
And incarcerated 
Up in mental cans
Metal free
I Can’t cut myself
i Need a fucking elf
Need a bar
Need some nic
Need a car
Girl don’t worry
I just keep on spitting bars
I won’t stop till the name ringing large

Billboard reading number one
platinum hits and crews with guns
Needy for control over love
And let the gang feel it up
Putting money up for fun
Feeling some trust in my life 
You can call it what you want 
But ima call it what i like

Margarine (Prod. redredred)

It’s making me cry
You said that you’d stay
Now I’m out here to die
Give me directions 
Give me a lesson
Tell me of hell 
I’ll tell you of 7
So many nights
So many rooms
Locked in the ward
Writing down doom
Now that’s just a fact
But I know you’ll assume 
Just like they all do
(Just like they all do)

I’m laying in bed
Facing sincerity
We won’t be lovers
So I won’t live merrily 
Threw out my merits
I know I’m embarrassing 
But this is just me
So could you start caring

It’s getting cold
There’s snow on the ground
I’m getting bold
I’m trying new sounds
But I feel the shift
I knew I was bound
Bound for a relapse
Now let’s up the count
so many od’s 
They don’t even know bout

Fuck effexor

Effexor (Prod. WithoutYou)

From Michigan, lyrics are based off personal mental struggles or simply the lyrics written are an outcome of my emotions in the moment, and the style changes frequently, from Grunge Rock to Sad Indie. Inspired by XXXTENTACION, Zillakami, and SadBoyProlific.

On The Run (PROD. rexpy)

Hell&Me