lyrics:

Look at how I work cause I don’t got that much to say
I aint have to do it but I went and did it anyway
They ask for a speech they seem to think wrote one yesterday
But I aint got that much to say
I hope all my friends can make the hurdles in this flesh race
I know people that hate on me could never be at the same spot I await
But When I pull my blunt it fade away

Still cold Oh im half baked
All flame Im in Pompeii
No trains I get on planes
Anglais She got a French girl waist
Nail paint On my bald fade
Frostbite Covering up my face
Quality control my diamonds up on my neck 
like so cold they on Iceberg Ice tray Ice tray

Down inside the bay
Right across the ocean I been standing in the rain
I don’t love just anybody u just earn the place
Right around this time of year I start to see 
ur face in the winds of Toronto
Oh she doing her thing
I might be the Weeknd she just calling out my name
Girl u fill me full of love inside this world that’s full of pain
I don’t know what to say
U feel like a home and I guess I just found my place
Bathed in my moonlight How could I not cry
Look up in the night sky I could feel em close by
Rather them gimme screw face Then to be a two face
No I don’t have no name I might leave him no face
Burned into my left brain I could see his whole fate
Feel like -20 now and I can’t feel my own face
I hear sirens out my window for a lullaby
When the summers here this shit just happen all the time
Grown old I can now see
Oh u mad we know u tryna be me
Hold the phone Lemme say my piece
I don’t give a fuck go head to scrutinize me all u want
We drink thru the night until we start to see the sun
Just me and my guys I know they got me when im stuck
This for all the nights that no one really gave a fuck
Now we Poppin bottles on the roof outside the club

Still cold Oh im half baked
All flame Im in Pompeii
No trains I get on planes
Anglais She got a French girl waist
Nail paint On my bald fade
Frostbite Covering up my face
Quality control my diamonds up on my neck 
like so cold they on Iceberg Ice tray Ice tray

moira (jabarionthebeat x kxvi)

9tails - Sofa

mixed and mastered by kassgocrazy
produced by kassgocrazy & taylor morgan
vocals performed by sewerperson

body high (feat. sewerperson)

FASS LIFE

produced by classixs beats found at www.youtube.com/channel/UCkNqXC7nc4gtHQ8cKU48iow

lyrics:

i needa wean off
4am waking up and skipping zoloft
i needa wean off
all this isolation gimme hard ons
im not lonely
honestly ive come to love it here
i get my rocks off
but i cant take the emotion when the drugs wear off
i needa wean off

hit me with a feature boy just know this is art
come at me with garbage and ill rip it apart
honestly i been about it prior to you
and i dont need a fucking friend i need a drink and a dart

i dont even smoke but i think i should start
take a couple years and give em back to the dark
eliviate the pain and fucking take out my heart
eliviate the pain and give me back to the dark

i needa wean off
4am waking up and skipping zoloft
i needa wean off
all this isolation gimme hard ons
im not lonely
honestly ive come to love it here
i get my rocks off
but i cant take the emotion when the drugs wear off

they want a love song
but i havent felt love in a minute
its been so long
truthfully im not sure if i was ever in it
but now its all gone
the people and the visions we both thought of as vivid
thought of as lucid
fuck all the bullshit
strangle and beat up and fucking spit on the cupid
im so gone
scotch and a spliffy had got me saying some shit 
i never dreamt of
sertraline pills im not an artist im a motherfucking
pill box
right now fuck the flashing lights i think id rather see a 
red dot
headshot
maybe its time that i met god

4am waking up and skipping zoloft
i needa wean off
all this isolation gimme hard ons
im not lonely
honestly ive come to love it here
i get my rocks off
but i cant take the emotion when the drugs wear off
i needa wean off

i cant finish project
or put it in motion
everythings sounds shitty
by the damn second verse
got some real friends
sending me some warm texts

but its a shame that my phone dont work

i got debt on debt
u like my shit oh bet
i might not make it for a while
cause im fucked in the head
find me sleepin in bed
i got a 12 hour rest
imma wake up for an hour then go do it again
i needa wean off

give a fuck if im dependent on the meds
as long as i get up and think enough to make a track
its weird to have a thousand people screaming what i said
im good at working under pressure when im sad i write the best
smoke alot of weed but im addicted like its crack
i been rippin blunts until i feel it in my back
when you adopt the music you adopt it till u dead
your brain'll change and you can fire thoughts like your a gat

i needa wean off
4am waking up and skipping zoloft
i needa wean off
all this isolation gimme hard ons
im not lonely
honestly ive come to love it here
i get my rocks off
but i cant take the emotion when the drugs wear off
i needa wean off

wean off (prod. classixs beats)

produced by biv

lyrics:

she a trend setter
no description fit her better
elitist mindset
as she reads out every letter
many men she leads
have never even met her
concern for profit
lets her keep them all together

she dont
give a 
fuck

if they
wanna
get a 
nut

she know
what she
feels is
fake

good in
tentions
never 
stay

okay

badass
bitch i
know

smoking weed
and snorting
blow

its like
every
friends a
plug and

she just
takes it
to the dome

fucking with her on a
nother level

manipulate minds
and my thoughts deshevel

dark times
brought on
by attraction

know you thought that shit would never happen

open up get crunched like captain
lose all will no smith no power
no more 
brains hold keys 
none of these keys open up one of these doors

pours
pouring out sweat
no regret
no fear
no time
to feel anything but fine

no how could you do this to me
how could i do this to me
sprinkle some love into lust
and you could take control of me i garuntee

i make deal of it
maybe that why keep watching me bleed
like you feed on it

she dont
give a 
fuck

if they
wanna
get a 
nut

she know
what she
feels is
fake

good in
tentions
never 
stay

okay

badass
bitch i
know

smoking weed
and snorting
blow

its like
every
friends a
plug and

she just
takes it
to the dome

idc (prod. biv)

produced by syndrome

lyrics:

i got some problems
run and tell that
to the few of you talking that shit
but you never would hit my dms

got shit on my mental
im fucked in my mind
but with the distractions i still look at you
and i still see the slime

your main girl at my door like hello
like moto
want photos
girl its a no go
gimme the loot and im out like diablo
or in twenty
actually no ones home spend plenty
she lose the clothes
tell me motorboat
got me muffled out like kenny

no something doesnt sound right
hollup 9tails
i thought u were a sad guy
im persuing music
im not pursueing a bad life
if i get a chance to fix my shit
i wanna live nice

on that "i dont wanna listen to u if u do not wanna die"
tell me why
cause those comments tend to keep me up at night
im not offended
but im not pretending
that my sadness more than average
just so i can take advantage of the scene

whiter then the filling in a krispy kreme
got no lean
but the green
come a quarter ounce a week
i smoke until i sleep
substitute my antidepressants
for some og

i got some problems
run and tell that
to the few of you talking that shit
but you never would hit my dms

got shit on my mental
im fucked in my mind
but with the distractions i still look at you
and i still see the slime

big 9mm glass bong
walk in with it
dirty week old water
dump it out and fill it in the kitchen
see the resi hit the dishes 
shit digusting
swear this shit could prolly kill some fishes
im insane
but u prolly think im bluffing
next time i should down the water burping like its nothing
next time i might leave the party without saying nothing
think i gotta meet my cousins or something
i should get cutting

talking all that shit u gotta try and back it up
know u told the boys but that shit will not be enough
i could pick and choose what verses i could light u up with
bars that burn you down it have you looking like a sunset
smoking on the beach i blow it out into the ocean 
none of you are good for anything but the commotion

i got some problems
run and tell that
to the few of you talking that shit
but you never would hit my dms

got shit on my mental
im fucked in my mind
but with the distractions i still look at you
and i still see the slime

i got some problems
run and tell that
to the few of you talking that shit
but you never would hit my dms

got shit on my mental
im fucked in my mind
but with the distractions i still look at you
and i still see the slime

dirty nike roshes
guacomole
breathing inward slowly
24 grams in my bag i call it kobe pack
shit'll blow u back
make u see the zodiac
start the sodastream
bubble up the juice and jack
she gimme oral b
like she was tryna fight the plaque

problems (prod. syndrome)

produced by Sam Brodie Beats

lyrics:

i fucked up my life
to do what i love everday
hard when even my own mama
tell me im not gonna make it
tell her check the calender it could be any day
no matter what the time frame
ion wanna wait

i fucked up my life
to do what i love everday
hard when even my own mama
tell me im not gonna make it
tell her check the calender it could be any day
no matter what the time frame
ion wanna wait

that girl like me only cause im musical
fubu love i know she starting faking months ago
i cant blame her if im somewhat antisocial though
i guess someone gotta entertain the followers

thats a problem i got people acting different to me
forget the curve and theyll come back around with feelings for me
she too clever she only text me when im really horny
everything i say is something new that she could plant upon me

thats just one thing
hold up thats just one thing
text to argue phone ping when im tryna fucking sing
swear ill just delete you if bout to here a ring
lemme hit the hook and maybe later we could grab a drink or somethin

everyone i talk to got a look about them
like i didnt fuck them over but they think im bouta
listen up that shit is fallacy im good without ya
i got people mad at me i never have encountered

i fucked up my life
to do what i love everday
hard when even my own mama
tell me im not gonna make it
tell her check the calender it could be any day
no matter what the time frame
ion wanna wait

i fucked up my life
to do what i love everday
hard when even my own mama
tell me im not gonna make it
tell her check the calender it could be any day
no matter what the time frame
ion wanna wait

look at me go
burning the road
pressing my toes down
im breaking out of my mold

lately im no peoples person
i dont do hellos
i might live out in the forest 
and let no one know

sweater ovo
swaine his cap is xo
from the east side
my girl is from the rex tho
house of balloons is banging loud from the condo
racing cars in here they way it smell like gas smoke

i fucked up my life
to do what i love everday
hard when even my own mama
tell me im not gonna make it
tell her check the calender it could be any day
no matter what the time frame
ion wanna wait

wait (prod. sam brodie)

great (prod. bandit luce)

hahahaha funny joke now shut the fuck up (rude boy)

lyrics:

flooded roads and unfamiliar passageways
even in this water you still look the same
why would i keep on going if i hate this place
fallin thru the ocean i can taste the waves
20 years this flood had took u from this plain
girl u grew crustacean on ur fuckin brain
chairs inside this kitchen mold and rot away
deep inside this swamp feel like the safest place

i leave a note beside the bed and then i run away
you know i love you so i hope u understand my pain
i got lily pads thats sprouting out my fucking face
lemme me kiss ur purple lips cause i forget the taste
i remember all the nights u spent on top my waist
i could feel u fuck me back n now u pick the pace
i could feel these broken vines get caught around my legs 
deep inside this swamp feel like the safest place

shaking shit im so panicked
static
bouncing off of my tv screen
im back at hers but its just a dream
i smoke 2 blunts and sip royal green
bite the wrap and spit out the seeds
white owls and two bags of weed
i might weight it out and then let it breath
this scale not for no calories i gotta
air it out spraying ocean breeze
third eye parallel with teeth
pull it out and i let it bleed
i hold my hair back and i can see
im shooting out fucking laser beams
out the top my head like im a fucking beast
gotta wipe clear all these casualties
and i blast open this whole street
tripping over my own feet
ear full of the slow beeps
im living proof that theres something there when that cellar door
making slow creeks
getting caught in these deep sleeps
then im waking up in these singed sheets
nowadays even im surprised
about every time that my heart beats

flooded roads and unfamiliar passageways
even in this water you still look the same
why would i keep on going if i hate this place
fallin thru the ocean i can taste the waves

i leave a note beside the bed and then i run away
you know i love you so i hope u understand my pain
i got lily pads thats sprouting out my fucking face
lemme me kiss ur purple lips cause i forget the taste
i remember all the nights u spent on top my waist
i could feel u fuck me back n now u pick the pace
i could feel these broken vines get caught around my legs 
deep inside this swamp feel like the safest place

swamp (nevrfall)

There is no real/official 9TAILS twitter, Instagram, youtube, in-game accounts or anything else. ANY account claiming/pretending to be or acting like they are 9TAILS on any platform is 100% fake.

wait (prod. sam brodie)

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