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PSEUDO-OPTIMISM RECORDS

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LINKS:

SOUNDCLOUD: @nullisdead

BANDCAMP: nullisdead.bandcamp.com

INSTA: www.instagram.com/nvllisdead/

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PSEUDO-OPTIMISM RECORDS:

SOUNDCLOUD: @pseudo-optimism

YT: www.youtube.com/@PSEUDO-OPTIMISM

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Credits:

Prod. nullisdead, and @ghxstautumn
Written by: nullisdead

dmt dreams freestyle prod. Ghost Autumn

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Lyrics:

Tryna find my life in these rhymes
Tryna find my life in this shit, but I'm dyin'
Yeah, bitch I'm dyin', I've been tryin'
But everything I do, lead to cryin', yeah

Lately shit been wildin'
Doesn't mean you gotta be behind them
Sittin' in the back thinkin' fine then
I'ma be alone, till I'm dyin' (yuh, uh)

Life's so hard, and when you hurt me so
It make me wanna depart
I wanna go elsewhere
I wanna sit in the yard
I'm cryin' why I'm so scarred?
I'm sayin' why does it hurt me (Yuh)
Life's gotta be lyin' to me

(Shit)
Standing down the street in the rain
Nothing I can do to reverse all my pain
Wishin' I was up and I was dealin' with fame
Instead I'm doin' shit against my brain,
'Cause I hate it and I'm high as fuck
I'm off them schedule one drugs
I wonder why I'm fucked up
I'm singin' why I'm fucked up
And now my life is all done
And I'm a piece of fuckin' shit

I don't know what I'm gonna do
I don't know what I'm gonna do
Because I'm high as fuck
I wanna kill myself, I wanna slit my throat
I wanna end it all here, I wanna-
Ah, ah, wha?
End it all here I wanna-
Oh, ah, ah, I wanna
Yeah

Tryna find my life in these rhymes
Tryna find my life in this shit, but I'm dyin'
Yeah, bitch I'm dyin', I've been tryin'
But everything I do, lead to cryin' yeah

RAINY STREET

lyrics:



Can someone please humble me
Pull me out the rubble
Keep me outta trouble
Bitch I live inside a bubble

I remember my mother
Fightin' with her own
Over my safety
That shit unsafe to me
Help me please
I got a lot of shit to deal with
Most inside my head
You know that I'm dead
Inside me it's all red

cold. (prod. Syrnge)

lyrics:

When you think about it when did it work out?
Never that's why that's-
How I'ma be like this, in your time in need
I'm an asshole and I let you bleed, ee

Never forgettin' it, chillin' with my homies and bredren
I be teleportin' it make me feel like a enderman
Ye-yeah, life is endless, feel like I'm a veteran
Bitch you friendless, that make me the better man
I-I be here and there at the same time
Never know what I'm doin' except for writin' rhymes
Never know shit, like if I'm livin' or dying 
Smokin' a spliff or a backwood
It's all the same shit, like I'm doing what I could
Fuck on your bitch, I feel like nullOS
O-o-oh shit, you thought I was fakin' this?
Aw naw miss, you mistaken in this bitch

Uh
I might go shoot up my ex
I might go shoot up my ex
I might go shoot up my ex

I might go cook up some eggs
I'ma go break that bitch legs
Take that bitch filters she fake, yuh
Ugly as fuck in the face

PSEUDO-OP gang, hit the game with all the payload
We unvault shit, you ain’t ready for the tapes though
Bro, filters sound like X-Raided through the payphone
You know we making flames that the FD stay away from

Oh, hear the Trillgaze I float
No faith towards god, shooting vomit out my throat
It landed on a cross, ha ha, that’s dope
The fans are like zombies, always tweakin for a smoke

Ay, I’m astronaut spaced out
The wave that make you nod-off, never pause it, that’s the Gaze sound
Brain out the way, when a homie blaze out
Pompeii, shower gray powder on mæ
Great, sleeves stained with ashes, immaculate 
Things, oo, ay, get your ass in the game
Been waiting 8 hours, take the trash to it’s place
Fucker run, pick up the pace
Smoke, put your subs to the test, uh 
Bass overdose, shake my head, yuh
I got this sent in DMs, and I heard the shit
Murked by the beat, I was dead

Uh, uh
I might go shoot up my e-e-e
I might go shoot up my ex, yuh
I might go shoot up my ex

I might go cook up some e-e
I'ma go break tha- go break that bitch le-
Take that bitch filters she fake
Ugly as- ugly as fuck in the face

FLOAT (feat. blvrrimg)

I'm 15 make my own beats
Rap my own shit
I put all my effort
You just stole my whole fit
Try me with the pressure, then you might get rolled bitch
Oh, bitch
Try me with the pressure, then you might get rolled, bitch

Rolled in my joint, in my paper
Bitch you are a faker
Naw you just a hater
And you here like you point 1
Mario and coins yuh
Chillin' on my switch, bitch
I'ma smoke a joint hun
You want money, but you got none
Yuh, you ain't nothin' but a mother's son

I'm 15 make my own beats
Rap my own shit
I put all my effort
You just stole my whole fit
Try me with the pressure, then you might get rolled bitch
Oh, bitch
Try me with the pressure, then you might get rolled, bitch

PASSED OUT

TRILLGAZE NEVA DIE
PSEUDO-OPTIMISM NEVA DIE
WE UP

THANK YOU TO NULL, BLVRRIMG, SCP, SYRNGE, AND MY PRODUCING TALENT LMAO

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