Speedy Gonzales

produced by why loner at https://twitter.com/why_loner

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fight like the greeks and the persians
u want merch
dont got enough of my earnings
i gotta soul search
maybe i live for a purpose
maybe worse
but fuck it im dying for certain

fuck it im dying for certain
i do not make enough earnings
maybe i live for a purpose
but fuck it dying for certain

fuck it im dying for certain
maybe i live for a purpose
fuck it i make enough earnings 
i guess am dying for certain

i blend in like im in camoulage
i walk around with no entourage
one of my boys wear a g shock
when i come up he gon get audemar

my mans still whippin a civic
saw the ghost he couldnt get it
i swear imma get u a lambourghini
u need to hear when u whip it

rolly is iced it dont look like it tickin
think im addicted to spinach
she look like emma watson
and she on my broom like its quidditch

i used to hit bed with no food in my stomach
and now i cant finish
im stable but i keep on waiting to plummet
im reaching my summit

fuck with my brain 
fuck with my brain
drugs drive me insane
im doing great
stay in ur lane
i dont need the fame
i dont wanna talk
but reporters hit me up anyway
id go to the mall
been i been up for like two nights and i aint looking great

looking rough
im not feeling great
havent ate nothing but a rice cake
bottom lip i got toothepaste
rock bottom bitch how the dirt taste
got candy bars how the words taste
take cheap shots like a cheap skate
my women look like lois lane 
her pussy sweet like a cheese cake

fuck it im dying for certain
i do not make enough earnings
maybe i live for a purpose
but fuck it dying for certain

fuck it im dying for certain
maybe i live for a purpose
fuck it i make enough earnings 
i guess am dying for certain

dying for certain (prod. why loner)

in the middle room (prod. syndrome)

produced by idealism

lyrics:

man we really out here
damn its chilly out
get ahead of myself
always end up down here

round here
no one give a fuck about your feelings
youre numbers
no one get to know you think about it your nothing

i move forward hard head
its scary any day u could wind up dead
i put my money in the bank
if there was no saving me id save a little change
help the family with the pain
that was before my current angle on my brain
that was before i got too busy for the pain
way before when everyday would feel the same

feel like everybody like me more
real life friends would ask me what im crying for
said they said i need the sadness just to feel the force 
making garbage i dont like so you would like me more

is not the way it works
i put my feelings first
i put em in the words
persuasion never works
opinions rarely hurt
bitch ill die before i spin another persons thought into the works

okok alright alright
blueberry packed in the pipe
rain sounds coming from the night
damn

this track is completely non-profit

side street (prod. idealism)

produced by george cauty aka boyfifty

lyrics:

wind blowin down city trees and shit
eastern white pines like 50 feet and shit
kinda scared to be inside my room
my vision on the limelight
tunnel sight

my concious going bye bye
new time
flys by
i want
everything
all star 
all time

getting high all the time
know i should be worried but im barely in my prime
ghost
i step safely out of line
caster with my problems i kite everything in site 
do the most
bad shit happen all the time
going bat shit all the time

craving action all the time 
soaking up ideas till im dry 
im not gonna lie feel effects inside

pick my mind to points where i might think it isnt mine
i got alot thats going on but ill just pause it for the night

i got alot of shit to do
and dont have nearly enough time
know id make the time for you
if you had joined me for the ride
ride 
join me for the ride
time 
guess it just wasnt our time

wind blowin down city trees and shit
eastern white pines like 50 feet and shit
kinda scared to be inside my room
my vision on the limelight
tunnel sight

my concious going bye bye
new time
flys by
i want
everything
all star 
all time

getting high all the time
know i should be worried but im barely in my prime
ghost

time (prod. boyfifty)

produced by 9TAILS

lyrics:

kick it into overrr drive
chuggin down a five alive
man its great the be alive
were so comfy that were killing time

i been stuck in overdrive
im not coming home tonight
told mum sleeping at a friends place
but my friend doesnt live outside of the gas station
like where am i again
im way too fried
clothes all sweaty and my hair all tied back
thought id take a walk
sometimes life get hard like a cock
blocked
on every social media
i almost dont love her
slayer tee ripped pajama pants and her converse

made me feel like a monster
fuck it ion want her
fuck it ion love her
straight to zero contact after being smothered
forgetting one another

missing from my role
man its gotta take  a toll
ion know why but
she shows no signs
of yearning of my presence in her life
goodnight
sleeps sound like everything is right

she isnt dealing with the same sleepless nights as me
got somebody else to hold her tight but

i dont care
im in overdrive
every hair
on my neck is high
every nugget in the bag in dry
in my chair all 8 hours of the whole fucking night
im grinding
like boardslide
drop clutch vroom 
im in overdrive
drift pass opps
im the coolest guy
doors got no hope so its suicide

i might leave you a note
when the time comes when i leave for my home
never felt like i belong
home gotta be somewhere in the stars so im gone

never had a friend i treat as well as my bong
still grateful just not very fond of friendship
just more shit with an ending
with my love on pending
ion got time to waste
ion got time for breaks
ion got time for snakes
or fakes or a 1 time tinder date
thats real shit
bad shit happens now i barely feel it
sad shit welcomed it help me write my lyrics
in the life limo and i dont know how to steer it
but pedal down cause

i dont care
im in overdrive
every hair
on my neck is high
every nugget in the bag in dry
in my chair all 8 hours of the whole fucking night
im grinding
like boardslide
drop clutch vroom 
im in overdrive
drift pass opps
im the coolest guy
doors got no hope so its suicide

overdrive

produced by 9TAILS

lyrics:

just let me be
problem starter its in my ways
thats all on me
nobody wanna talk to the dude
its ok ill let you hide from me
ion really ever talk much
people bitching bout my new stuff
said i flaunt a little too much
whole game is wacky im gassed up

fuck it up again
no ink is on my pen
on notepad on my desktop
imma make a hit again
girl is perfect like im ken
sometimes she bring a friend
the good life can come any moment
but real life never ends

woo
she too fancy with it
i can barely be her man
look to kill in denim jacket
diamonds on her hand
she dont got a boyfriend
she just view all of them as fans
packing by the ounce she going ham on green like sam i am

sam i am
make the money
in advance
thats the plan
she tell me
thats the plan
that girl the man
that girl the man

mad people dont listen
im arguing with these children
ill push em back like a piston
its fuck you for the mission

im too focused
i stay focused
straight through every summer night
shit, not even taking adderall
its only downers bout every night
im feeling right
im feeling good
that pussy tight
this a perfect woods
its understood
im living life just the way i want
like i said i would

take a look at the brain matter
these trash boys make me die of laughter
little miles shoot shots so much im like
cj miles for toronto raptors

demon smile
guess i see the cycle
looks like miles caught on that its all recycled
espestus tiles and a moldy basement
thats my life every day you know i had to change it

sam i am
make the money
in advance
thats the plan
she tell me
thats the plan
that girl the man

sam i am
make the money
in advance
thats the plan
she tell me
thats the plan
that girl the man
that girl the man

sam i am

produced by 9TAILS

lyrics:

i eat a beat like dominos
like haribos
like oreos

higher level like im subzero
like im piccolo
like im motaro

i dont got a motorolla
i dont sell it but i do it though
im sauced like alfredo

use the drugs to with cope with come up moving slo mo
this gone take two years or more no playdoh

so far so good i have yet to really change 
still go to the store if my mom needs panko
just tryna help the day go by smooth
good moods like snickers commercials
circle rotation blunt migration from my hand to my homies in the shed so gone
hiding zombies in the shed like herschel
different blood but my brothers in my circle

u want beef treat it like a family matter no urkle
smoking purple 
no nurple
rumours poppin up no kernel 
make it music
make it verbal
dont get me heated
im talking car seats
im talking coffee
im talking thermal
get the sunscreen
im talking sun beams
uv rays
ill fucking burn you

im getting dangerous 
im living dangerous
no one fuck with us more than us
whole team gassed up eat dust

stacking ideas until im maxxing my mind out
lie down lights down enter my mind now
im just a normal individual that plays with fl 
lazy young musician brother i feel like drake bell

church bells ringing in the distance while the birds yell
water well outside in the back still got the weed smell
flicking my ash in there
that backwoods stain the air 
most of my ideas start with alchohol or loud in there

breaking down part of the ride like its a county fair
this grind not perfect errors i could never go repair
it doesnt matter though 
i climb the ladder
and i disregard the laughter
while i let my vocals hit the air

its factuals
i keep it practical
switch it up and fit the pockets like its magical
its like it had to be this way
its like i had to snap and slay

its like i called it yesterday
i made some beats and slipped away
round 8 realized its 12 hours since i last ate
great ion wanna sleep thru another sunday
monday way too hard to get thru no way

its never good its never great its always ok
my broski need me then they rech me they know where i stay
give the signal and i got em (gotham) like im bruce wayne

im getting dangerous
im living dangerous
no one fuck with us more than us
whole team gassed up eat dust

dangerous

produced by 9TAILS

samples from kingsway music library

lyrics:

packed down pipe
in the christmas lights
in the middle room
fried on a wednesday night
one track mind and i never think twice
wrist water hit the light look like gatorade white
checkered up vans like talladega nights
john reilly with the curls
ricky bobby with the drive
crystal skull and five alive
solo mission stay inside
phony figures cant confide
in many people in my life
im working like its do or die
but still find time for getting high
crush a q and resupply
stoned flow is verbal arsenic
the sauce brewed and the fans fucked with it
jealousy an epidemic

epidemic
you infected
dont get close to me
had no reason
had no traction
what the fuck you see
i can hear your
past emotions
calling out to me
did the same thing
as my baby
and just let it be

gmail full of you fell off shit
i wonder how it felt to send it
what the fuck did i fall off of
if i had barely had leverage
if i had barely had the traction
when every song i made was rationed
when all the lyrics started matching
now with this unreleased im laughing
project worth of em no cap
upload all of em with no caps
diamond mine this one could make me shine
like a bald broski with no cap
taking shots but got no strap
flood the hats and put no claps
now the beat sound like the crowds bad
but theres no crowd at the mousepad
b cup bra on the matress
double cup but like no ac
got a bad one on my ballsack
cup it up like a jock strap
so good i had to spit about it
when she use her knees like ong bak
clothes throwing on
im already gone
she said "there he go"
no kodak


epidemic
you infected
dont get close to me
had no reason
had no traction
what the fuck you see
i can hear your
past emotions
calling out to me
did the same thing
as my baby
and just let it be

thankyou for listening ♥♦♣♠

epidemic

produced by 9TAILS

samples from kingsway music library

♥♦♣♠ enjoy ♠♣♦♥

polyester

written, produced, mixed, mastered by 9TAILS

lyrics:

9TAILS
I touch you and I remember the touch
Remember myself
She miss the old
10,000 other people do too I'm lonely
Hard to move forth when backwards is the gold me
At least so I been told
If I recycle a project theyd think it never gets old
Switch my life and fix it up
And fans want me to suck it up
And fuck it up
Just to bring back to emotion
It's funny change is the process that brought those tears into motion
And onto the track
Every vent was vital when I think of days back
Border suicidal was what gave me all the tracks
At least the ones that really smashed
People'd push me back there every day to make it slap
Now what kind of fucked up love is that
Especially since there the only ones I talk to
All these recent drops you think I leave my own roof your mistaken
I miss my friends and family while life keeps changing
I been rearranging every thing around my music
Offered help I'm turning down just so I can put me through it
Maybe if I hurt enough it'd blow up all my new shit
Alyssa told me I'm enough and I shouldn't be stupid

You can crack the code if you try
Recognize all the damage to your mind
Let your friend know u love him for he dies
People fade out people never try
I'm away tonight
Further than beside me
Further than the sky
The moongod is what guides me
Speaking nothings
To the audience inside me
Burnt leaves taking breaks to let my eyes breathe

u are now hearing bout the come down
slept in late put the song out late
always high as fuck when i walk round
took that nap cause i been too baked

u are now hearing bout the come down
ice cube tray in the bong ok
i just wanna pull up rolls royce now
but life just didnt work out that way

miles

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