lyrics:

I looked dead in their eyes in the grave
Glazed with a cataract grey
There must be a reasonable way
Were just particles floating thru space
When the moon decides to flood the Great Lakes
With the beast of planet dread in full display
And All the armour that we wear is homemade
I will walk into its pit in blind rage

They describe a creature in the face of horror
This ugly violent mess that’s bigger than a meteor
We fear the sound the name the smell we fear the thought the face more
U spent a lot of time afraid of something never seen before
Tenderils poke out of the floor
In this cold and broken down Toronto apartment uh
I could be the one that turn it to a home
Camouflage won’t help when they can smell you
If they didn’t tell u that they tryna leave without you
I was deep in the woods when I found you
I looked down at ur body and I mourned u

I looked dead in their eyes in the grave
Glazed with a cataract grey
There must be a reasonable way
Were just particles floating thru space
When the moon decides to flood the Great Lakes
With the beast of planet dread in full display
And All the armour that we wear is homemade
I will walk into its pit in blind rage

Particles Floating Thru Space (eric Godlow)

HAte mY fAcE

produced by @anobodyreally

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

lyrics:

alot of things make me fucking nervous
alot of things get me really scared
i do not fuck with like none of these people
im smelling the fake in the air

sneak bitches they fake and the phony
sneak disses bout me like they know me
u'd fuck me up if u knew bout the shit that i do
when ur girl call me lonely

i smoke a blunt now snoring
still fill a cup with the porridge
that would be problems for old me
i dont give a fuck now so lets get it going

i got the fade for like 40
vodka but chase is a 40
they talkin like damn i go hard
but frankly this party is boring

i smoke a blunt now snoring
still fill a cup with the porridge
bad bitch from new orleans
she call me daddy like maury

i aint a father no maury
but im gonna son u like morty
ur girl just told u she was sleeping 
but im in her house like im cory

i think yo girlie my mistress
she run the dome like a beep test
i let her grip it like viscous
she want me to spray like im windex

ruby stay hot like a furnace
all this success cause i earned it
this shit is not bout the earnings
its me excersizing my purpose

you know this
im focused
this beat i just hit and i owned this

the shadows
im cloaked in
allow the emotion to soak in

the words all
have meaning
think bout the shit that im screaming
even if you got to see it
it'd be such a reach to believe it

garbage
fucking garbage
i pick and destroy every target
sometimes i dont think im an artist 
most of my ideas come out sounding fucking garbage

garbage
fucking garbage
i pick and destroy every target
sometimes i dont think im an artist 
most of my ideas come out sounding fucking garbage

garbage
fucking garbage
i pick and destroy every target
sometimes i dont think im an artist 
most of my ideas come out sounding fucking garbage

alot of things make me fucking nervous
alot of things get me really scared
i do not fuck with like none of these people
im smelling the fake in the air

sneak bitches they fake and the phony
sneak disses bout me like they know me
u'd fuck me up if u knew bout the shit that i do
when ur girl call me lonely

i smoke a blunt now snoring
still fill a cup with the porridge
that would be problems for old me
i dont give a fuck now so lets get it going

so much garbage (prod. ʎpoqou)

9TAILS - Speed Bumps (Prod. Excedi)

produced by syndrome

lyrics:

want more then im gonna get it
appetite and ive gone and fed it
i shock more like im electric
i raise up and i take the leverage

i flaunt less then then i really could
unwind and i peel a woods
fun time is not in the books
game is hard but im silly good

bad bitch and she swallow nud
legs open up like my feelings should
red lights go flood the room
got fire skin when she getting nude

straight forward but never rude
unless you coming at the dudes
spillin blood like a fucking duece
i only win and i hate to lose

i only win and i hate to lose 
got half a pound in my fucking room
quarter ounce in my puffy goose
face a blunt and im feeling loose

lotta people got shit to say
but im never one for the fucking news
fuck streams i could look outside at the cn tower
if you talking views

your homies seem like a bunch of squares but you still managing to fuck around
got big dog on the phone line i say the word and hes out the pound
your main girl wear hella makeup but you the one whos a fucking clown
splinter cell with the lack of sound
no story book when i lay you down

4 deep when i ride in
all black on my apperel like im kylo ren
seen your baby give me signals like verizen
instant reply when i slide in

if they knew the real me then id have no friends
tony hawk im fucking grinding till i push a benz
long hair but im using all the rubber bands
jenga how im stacking bands

cum rag with the grime
snot rag with the slimes
toe tag how im killin it
im blowing up like a mine

take a hold of my mind
tinder swiping on dimes
i can tell that she really like me 
like sign language with the signs

baby you couldnt watch me
girlie come sit on my crotch
dradel when she gimme top
lacing all over her shirt and its cropped

salty honey
i break it off
and all the photos get cropped
still hit me with the lemme hear
when a new song bouta drop

they keep tryna show me where i gotta go 
i dont need you to promote i did this on my own
i might i be growing slowly at least i fucking grow
feeling like its ytv the way im in my zone

the way im in my zone
some you sound shadow clones of me
baratheon with the throne
aint nobody taking hold of me 
i did this on own
like solo queue
im good to go
i could best you stoned
pick a beat from off your phone

changing rythms morph the flow like power rangers
roll a blunt and light it up and wave it round like a light saber
i got homies chopping shit like ankles from a razor scooter
no days off no ferris beuler
icy flow i spit a cooler

4 deep when i ride in
all black on my apperel like im kylo ren
seen your baby give me signals like verizen
instant reply when i slide in

if they knew the real me then id have no friends
tony hawk im fucking grinding till i push a benz
long hair but im using all the rubber bands
jenga how im stacking bands

tip toe (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)

produced by jurrivh and syndrome

lyrics:
no one really put enough work this season
cold wind woes my toes been freezing
midnight meeting all these demons
round me i feel like a heathen
blood keep flowing
mouth keep bleeding
words keep spilling out her mouth you shouldnt trust her in the evening
shawty got too fucked now everybody know about my secrets
everybody seen my demons
nobody real to me now
every word got double meanings
that just not how im coming
lost too many friends in a weekend
48 in the home im fiending
quick 5 get em in they feelings
quick five
tongue tied
talking bout my life more than me and its mine
when they cant start that wave they hop onto mine
hit me directly they text me expect a reply
bitch wouldnt you press me with your eyes directly on mine
aggressive voice game set match
i just might bring that back
how fucking hard i gotta go
to stop them from sending guitar beat packs
how hard the track gotta slap
to stop you from calling me sad
how much i gotta evolve
at this point i swear id avoid ultra balls
chill out a bit
when you get speaking im dodging the spit
allergic to lying im dodging that shit
marijuana scent is filling the whip
alchohol bring out the deepest of feelings
truth is brought out by bacardi and shit
she getting sloshed it start with a sip
but
shawty got too fucked now everybody know about my secrets
everybody seen my demons
nobody real to me now
every word got double meanings
that just not how im coming
lost too many friends in a weekend
48 in the home im fiending
quick 5 get em in they feelings
quick five
quick five
chilling with the guys
im fried
biscket side
too high 
fall back down from the sky
4:20 free fall
like felix
shooter got steel like steelix
pressure make you crack need heals need blistex
picking out bros who gotta go
cleaning team like windex
baby whats good with me
hate dont get thru to me
bad bitch from a movie scene
fendie belt flossed up casually
this life is new to me
this petty bullshit is old to me
eat pussy like grocerys
what more do you want from me
ion ever cry real tears
ion ever cry fake tears
way back in the stc
with old me crushing out blunts with the peers
getty way down by sherbourne
cashed down on henny lets reach it
bad bitch 5 shots she leaning
looks like
shawty got too fucked now everybody know about my secrets
everybody seen my demons
nobody real to me now
every word got double meanings
that just not how im coming
lost too many friends in a weekend
48 in the home im fiending
quick 5 get em in they feelings
quick five

quick five (prod. jurrivh & syndrome)

@i_x_t_a_i_l_s @karmarhythm


Lyrics



like ghosts
everybody spamming their shit
gotta scroll down past ya
looking for distractions for the times that i think too fast
splat
face on the floor
shoes at the door mat
got plans like a team captain
scratch that like a bobcat 
i need a gasmask

to travel through the smoke
gotta about a couple grams to go
cineplex scene pass and i hit the movies
stars on the card like yugioh

20 below in the snow
my friends hit the club when its froze
the goose make you warm in those toes
pop off the top take it in hold ur throat

summertime i made it
back porch i been getting too faded
fresh flow but my clothes all dated
old polo so the horse still a baby
maybe just maybe

ill raise stakes like cattle farmers
white kid feeling blue emotions like its la dodgers
ill manage with em like dave roberts

hit me like "slow down! feel me?"
i cannot feel u
i cannot hear you
we were never close to one another
i could never fear you
since i saw the real you
since i saw the real me
i grown to hate him too

like ghosts
everybody spamming their shit
gotta scroll down past ya
looking for distractions for the times that i think too fast
splat
face on the floor
shoes at the door mat
got plans like a team captain
scratch that like a bobcat 
i need a gasmask

9TAILS - ghosts [prod. karma rhythm]

9tails - I Cant See Anything (prod GHXST)

lyrics:

i had just flew back out
lil shawty wanna see my place i take her arm
I aint gotta look that good these days i got the charm
im on
im on top
I aint gotta flex this hard but i bust my watch so heavy it almost 
break my arm
shit i aint drank this much in a minute
i broke the alarm to make it stop
give me top
in the foreign drop
all these tags up on me on my body cost a lot
she on my body on my jock
how can i tell her that she cool n shit but i gotta send her home
how can they tell me what they tell me when i got it on my own

i just wanna see u when no body else is home
she just sent some broken heart emojis to my phone
baby i can meet u at the stop outside of home
i know how u feelin when we finally get alone
take this
said she wanna have me tape this
sick of these late arrangements
i cannot do this night shift
party all night get wasted
fucking up someone basement
fucking up someone basement
 
i had just flew back out
lil shawty wanna see my place i take her arm
I aint gotta look that good these days i got the charm
im on
im on top
I aint gotta flex this hard but i bust my watch so heavy it almost 
break my arm
shit i aint drank this much in a minute
i broke the alarm to make it stop
give me top
in the foreign drop
all these tags up on me on my body cost a lot
she on my body on my jock
how can i tell her that she cool n shit but i gotta send her home
how can they tell me what they tell me when i got it on my own

frequent flyer (glasear x lukrative)

lyrics

his tongues loose but one day he'll hold his wrongs
options present themselves way less this time around
reasoning is obsolete when deafened by the cause
bullets fly right by his head as he prays to his god
i need forgiveness he yells at the clouds
haunted by the task at hand of making dad proud
birthmarks he never saw till she pointed them out
he said u know me better than like anyone else around
i sleep and i wait for the end of the world
when i wake up to these sirens as hurricanes whirl
around my house i might walk right out
i never liked it here and this death would make me smile
theres a light on on her front porch
she said she was up late maybe its a sign so im going to find out
last we were in a fight but i hope shes calmed down
i just wanna run something by u while im blacked out
lets let bygones become bygones
i aint mean to scare you 
i meant it but im sorry i just had to lash out
i could smell his body on you when we laid down
i guess i just helped find the one that worked out

bygones become bygones  (eric godlow)

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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