##B4LU&B

Better Off!

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Better Off! [prod. @crackywyd]

produced by @killedmyself

lyrics:

back on my bullshit
back on my bullshit
all my songs sound sad as fuck
if u dont like it dont listen

u playing my new shit
i hear it in ur shit
if you dont like why u sound like it
if u want a verse just say something

if i dont fuck with u
then i wont click the text
i got friends up in my inbox
like i know them but they on read

know them but they changed up
hate me if ion link up
theres lonely nights i wanna go out
but they dont hit me if a song up

ya my girlfriend said our times up
all my close friends in a limbo
young artist i dont give a fuck if
my gmail full of beats tho

my iphone got a cracked screen
that shit not even rose gold
i wake up and spit some listerine
think of new words and a new flow

soon its new phone i got new hoes
its new drugs but the same bros
new songs keep coming out
like 2 a week i dont slow down

2am in a ghost town
its fl till the sun down
i need a song all about this shit
if it dont exist well it does now

every love that i once had got a new guy and they real good
when i open up my newsfeed and i see them i dont feel good
brain cells that i used to have all dead now but the weeds good 
the only lighter i ever use she bought for me and i miss her

she said my new shit it dont sound good
if somethings wrong you can tell me
i dont say shit to anyone
so thats why my songs all about me

back on my bullshit
back on my bullshit
all my songs sound sad as fuck
if u dont like it dont listen

u playing my new shit
i hear it in your shit
if u dont like why u sound like it
if u want a verse just say something

back (prod. killedmyself)

produced by @larkinbeats

lyrics:

2 4 big blunts in the yard
fucked up when im not going hard
fucked up when im not going ham
cash stacked in the red rubber bands

ion really wanna always go hard
bottle service in the club free of charge
fucked up when im not going ham
hella faded but im feeling like a star

stars
im in the stars
too high bitch im on mars
whip foreigns only ride fast cars
we gon get rich while u watch
i know this one hit the spot
expensive shoes thrifted tops
i give this all that i got
im giving u all that i got

stars
constellations in the sky
rip spliffs and i listen to my own tracks
im finding the fuck ups im not gassed
dm's like bro how u do dat
bitch dont u watch how i do dis
im making songs when i feel like it
this shit does not have a blueprint

close the grinder lock the grooves in
the game had some space so i moved in
i come from the city of music
but i do not stress in my music
release less get more attention
that do not sound bout the music
if all u care about is a like button
move to youtube boy u losin

2 4 big blunts in the yard
fucked up when im not going hard
fucked up when im not going ham
cash stacked in the red rubber bands

ion really wanna always go hard
bottle service in the club free of charge
fucked up when im not going ham
hella faded but im feeling like a star

2 4 big blunts in the yard
fucked up when im not going hard
fucked up when im not going ham
cash stacked in the red rubber bands

ion really wanna always go hard
bottle service in the club free of charge
fucked up when im not going ham
hella faded but im feeling like a star

dying for certain (prod. why loner)

lyrics:

when i ask if u really with me then u should say no
im going insane and i think i could feel my blood trickling into my throat
smoking a wood full of sour i suck in the smoke
lately i feel like the goat
this whole experience feel like a glow

this shit it feels like a glow got 
green and red stripe on my toes
ur girl put her snap on my phone like
damn i just thought u should know

i got real intentions fuck fakes
no gucci shoes but they snakes
i make a song half baked
then put it out in two days

i put it out in two days
take a big blunt to my face
got two girls at my place
they talkin like ya we go both ways

want beef fuck out my page
shoot shit u get erased
thats true shit look in my face
im insane look at my face

this shit some fucking garbage 
no music ur starving him 
u dont try it dont fucking knock it
talk up and u silence him

look what u fucking started
i cant be ur guardian
if i lost the music shit now
fuck it id start again

fuck it im on again
all winter long again
taking in oxygen
and screaming out lyrics in front a mic again

look what u fucking started 
i cant be ur guardian 
i know some things u dont know
dont let me start again

when i ask if u really with me then u should say no
im going insane and i think i could feel my blood trickling into my throat
smoking a wood full of sour i suck in the smoke
lately i feel like the goat
this whole experience feel like a glow

oxygen breather (prod. kryptik)

produced by Homage at www.homageproductions.com/

lyrics:

woah ok lemme breathe
woah ok lemme breathe
woah woah woah woah
woah ok lemme breathe

dont fucking come near me cause u catchin my disease
i slide up on these bars and then i spit some shit in key
id show u round my mind but even i dont wanna see
id show u round my mind but even i dont got a key

look at me look at me im off a pack now
dont like me ill hit him like im pacquiao
everybody truth or truth with the questions
but im playing dare or dare every sentence

always hide my fucking weed like its weapons
know the plug so fucking well im like the charger
why u say u been balling like the past stence
bitch u know im still balling vince carter

ahh ahh
and im dirty with it
mazzeratti whippin
cookin up so many phones its like im in the kitchen
bitch im hot make u believe like its a new religion

bitch ill break u at the seems like u some true religions
live my life like im a fiend like im a super villain
man im sick im really sick like i need penecilin
when i chop the beat it drop and make u touch the ceiling

make u touch the ceiling
they text me but i dont reply i got em in the feelings
u can move past me
im running on empty

for real
im fucking empty
spent my money on these leases wallets empty
eat a rapper bitch u know im always hungry
they already bite me u should get me out ur tummy

woah ok lemme breathe
woah ok lemme breathe
woah woah woah woah
woah ok lemme breathe

woah ok lemme breathe
woah ok lemme breathe
woah woah woah woah
woah ok lemme breathe

woah (prod. homage)

produced by young taylor @user-321073911

lyrics:

i dont really wanna go to fucking parties
nize ur feelings i aint looking for a shawty
drop a cheque make it back by the morning
waste my time why everything feels fucking boring

boring
this shit fucking boring
boring
boring
boring
its hella boring
shit is boring
its fucking boring

red supreme louis on my bag
all u fall behind bitch u jet lagged
pot is too loud seepin out the bag
boi dont u feel gassed u not in my lane 
lane lane lane lane

blowin lots of weed smoke thru the window pane
been a busy year so of course i fucking changed
i got headphones on my ears bout three quarters of the day

u stay hella wack
u fucking lame lame
ion ever touch that crack cocaine cain
but ill take a fucking tree right to the face face

i dont really wanna go to fucking parties
nize ur feelings i aint looking for a shawty
drop a cheque make it back by the morning
waste my time why everything feels fucking boring

boring
this shit fucking boring
boring
boring
boring
its hella boring
shit is boring
its fucking boring

and u heard it here first
imma stick around and make this shit for what its worth
the money come in bags
potent come in bags
u'd think im livin life but i could swear this shit a curse

shoulder bag
shoulder strap
gucci tag
body bad
she drop it down
and throw it back

pour it up
el derado rum in a soda cup
imma try to play the game until my time is up

i dont really wanna go to fucking parties
nize ur feelings i aint looking for a shawty
drop a cheque make it back by the morning
waste my time why everything feels fucking boring

boring
this shit fucking boring
boring
boring
boring
its hella boring
shit is boring
its fucking boring

boring (prod. young taylor)

produced by @xlandfill

lyrics:

all my friends say
i need to slow down
im so faded im a ghost now
i dont pop no fucking percs bitch
thats just not my type of savage
all these others rappers average
stay on shuffle like some magic
when i drop a fucking project
they always listen to fucking all of it
all my friends say
i need to slow down
im so faded im a ghost now
i dont pop no fucking percs bitch
thats just not my type of savage

no percs (prod. landfill)

produced by @strangerofthepast

lyrics:

waste my time
im realizing i cant be satisfied
i take my time when i break u down
mascara runs as the tears slide out

friends tell me i need help
i need fucking nothing except myself
blunts wraps and pill bottles line the shelf
dont put me on i can do this by myself

backwoods in the park
i get headaches when i go hard
i need toothepaste i could taste the tar
this the new wave 
i feel reborn
had to make this fucking tape
i need to scream more

bitch they fucking like me
they really fucking like me
if i speak my mind i bet his mans'll come and strike me
dont wanna fight me
my people round u high key
they not about the flex but they keep heat tucked on em low key
i feel like loki
mixed with master roshi
u shouldnt test me
send bars right at ur dome piece
dont got a beef but i just thought that u should know piece
on my own piece
i did this on my own piece
i got a job so imma fucking buy my own lease
shit is always fire these beats made of fucking stove grease

waste my time
im realizing i cant be satisfied
i take my time when i break u down
mascara runs as the tears slide out

i need nothing (prod. stranger)

produced by @killedmyself

cover art found at 80sanime.tumblr.com/post/134500403407

lyrics:

look at me catching breathe
i got way too many problems on my chest
tell the clock that it gotta reset
im sitting in my room i should be running up a cheque
needa vent
got so many thoughts evolving in my head
some of them could show me id be better dead
fuck em block em out and focus on the bread

its 1:50 
view dizzy
drink fizzy
heads spinning
blunt flicking
bong hitting 
cant lose
stay winning

574 new balance
blue polo player pajama
words make u sweat like saunas
bars bring heat like llamas

petrified
u look dead inside
but i can tell u scared
no u cant hide

look at me catching breathe
i got way too many problems on my chest
tell the clock that it gotta reset
im sitting in my room i should be running up a cheque
needa vent
got so many thoughts evolving in my head
some of them could show me id be better dead
fuck em block em out and focus on the bread

reset the clock (prod. killedmyself)

produced by @idealismus

cover art by SirC at https://twitter.com/TrapSirC

this song is completely non profit

lyrics:

i been feeling kind of lonely
maybe i should try and find somebody decent for me
i dont need no one to hold me
just that some of these ideas i have need to reach somebody elses ears
falling out with my peers
i dont enjoy nobody elses company and im scared
nobody really knows me
well enough to say whats wrong with me
and the people there that try deserve the deepest of apologies

took me 6 months
but i blew past
miss my medication
got brain zaps
looking at the scene
i dont reflect rap
im a skinny freckled kid
with no face tats

i live the life
if u minus all the ammunition
bitch i do the drugs
but i never wanna go to prison
my own blood turn on me
to see that shit is sickening
but i thank em for my lyrics
cause they fueled the feelings

blueberry og straight out the deal
my exes tell me im cold and i should learn how to feel
i dont feel no love because i know its never real
every girl i meet just want mcdonalds fries and a pill

i cant connect with them
the only one i liked wont respond again
id love to prove that ive evolved from then
ill never be back in that apartment

sap (prod. idealism)

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dying for certain (prod. why loner)

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