Snoke

lyrics:

I hate those tears
Boyfifty
I fear those words
SephGotTheWaves

I hate those tears
I fear those words (fear those words)
I hate this fear
I put you here (put you here)
I'm sorry I didn't find my way
I'm far too late (far too late)
The sky's still grey
These skies still grey (skies still grey)

Casual on my camry
I just drive and run it up
I'm still up
3 am she hit me up
She wanna fuck
I'm 'bout to doze
I got a friend of friend and he could hook you up
I got all wavy man
It got me on the butt and you could trust
It's only fucking with the talk
Let me bring the D (shit)
Drug it up until I message you
It's on my mental
Since I woke up today
I pimp my brain
I drank some Captain Morgan to numb the pain

Everything I do
Got you in mind
You're my only thought
My only lifeline
I'm avoiding sunlight
It's been 4 nights
Drinking in the moonlight
I might hit you late night
Let's do what you feel like

Can you feel me now?
Please just hear me out, yeah
I just want to make you happy
You love me tell me now, yeah
I've been on the pill on myself, but now I'm out it
I've breaking shit like I don't care about the outcome
I don't wanna feel
Think I'm better off without 'em
I look at my problems like don't know if I can count them

I hate those tears
I fear those words (fear those words)
I hate this fear
I put you here (oh)
I'm sorry I didn't find my way
I'm far too late (far too late)
The sky's still grey
These skies still grey (skies still grey)

crunch the #'s (boyfifty x seph got the waves)

Justo Pastor Moraleja

amnesia ft. Yung Dough (prod. excedi)

whatever (prod. Haruhi)

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)

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 @idealismus

this song is completely non profit

lyrics:

ash in my lungs hard to breath
gloss grey m4 two seats
imma hit the gas and rip this fuckin lullaby
im finessing up until the day i gotta die

in the back of the function getting stupid high
could you say that shit again because im hella fried
getting up and socializing would be suicide
i just want a quarter pounder meal, 
but get it supersized
im feeling good tonight 
sitting out back at a friends house
in the deck lights

pool water keep reflecting off the moonglow
tequila shots in the patio
usually the time is slow when its a shit time
but its great and its slo mo

no please no photos
just memories you could see the best view
its the best when you got no one tryna best you
cause they just wishin for the best you

ash in my lungs hard to breath
gloss grey m4 two seats
imma hit the gas and rip this fuckin lullaby
im finessing up until the day i gotta die

ash in my lungs hard to breath
gloss grey m4 two seats
imma hit the gas and rip this fuckin lullaby
im finessing up until the day i gotta die

patio (prod. Idealism)

produced by @taylorkingmusic

lyrics:

how u wanna do this
i been in advance 
i been working i been moving

people going stupid
party got a molly plug
everybody too lit

numbers say im growing
i just get ideas then i put them all in motion
feel it flowing smooth

drop top roof
hot box bentley
only going up broke boys keep filling with jealousy, envy
running through veins
white ash on the blunt high grade
while u promoting ur shit i bang out a tape
we are not the same

bitch u will never be like me
get out of my psyche
u must have been bumping like all my old shit cause u sounding just like me

these rappers that like me, bite me
if u wanna get at me, fight me
pull up on me and ignite me
if u want it dirty then sprite me

i got pains inside my chest when i breathe
i should really get a vape but that shit gonna cost me
im broke as fuck i dropped a rack on balmain jeans
i dont know why cause that shit so damn ugly

how u wanna do this
i been in advance 
i been working i been moving

numbers say im growing
i just get ideas then i put them all in motion
feel it flowing smooth

dont invite ur friends if u tell me u wanna see me
i dont like em dont u get it fuck theyre ur friends for a reason
i dont need em if u wanna u can skip our plans and see em
to be honest i was gonna hit u up and say im sleepin

grey goose orange 
in some fresca 
in a stainless steel bottle 
take a shot 
take a sip 
and swallow 
and im gone now
look around 
everything
in slow mo 
its home time
lets get out
i really think we should go now

how u wanna do this
i been in advance 
i been working i been moving

numbers say im growing
i just get ideas then i put them all in motion
feel it flowing smooth

drop top roof
hot box bentley
only going up broke boys keep filling with jealousy envy
running through veins
white ash on the blunt high grade
while u promoting ur shit i bang out a tape
we are not the same

drop top roof
hot box bentley
only going up broke boys keep filling with jealousy envy
running through veins
white ash on the blunt high grade
while u promoting ur shit i bang out a tape
we are not the same

envy (prod. taylor king)

produced by @paysrmusic

lyrics:

imma try to be sober for a week
tossing turning i been fucking up the sheets
why continue when the futures looking bleak
barely living and my chest is scaring me

i could give you the attention that you seek
i could help a thousand people to their feet
i could fucking save a life but never me
dont you try cause theres no way your saving me

i could feel heart palpatations happen when i breathe
i could feel the acid climbing everytime i eat
they say its a scary life
take this itll work
its been half a year
and im only feeling worse

residential doctors tell me its anxiety
i could fucking tell you that now get to helping me
i wonder what the feelings like of breathing normally
cant identify the happiness when its so new to me

slow down
i cant even
smoke now
i been on the same damn
come down
since this time last year
this time last year
this time last

march now
hot or cold i never go out
see my friends like once a week at best
cause im in the zone now
im not myself when its cold out

i been seeing shadow figures 
in the corner of my vision
i been thinking bout my friends
and all their thoughts and all there feelings
i dont think they really like me
and that thought really frightens me

im being honest
and that doesnt happen alot

honesty (prod.  PAYSR)

produced by @hatefulbeats

lyrics:

baby look at what the time is
my phone is silent
faced the fucking blunt and now
im holding up my eyelids

too fragile
i view the world as violent
no relations
everyone tryna be a tyrant

still dressing
like youd think i have a stylist
blowing gas
but we never uppin milage

snow fall
and the world is fucking silent
no nonsense
when the uber drive in

sit next to me
you dont gotta fucking send texts to me
get next to me
if thats where u feel u supposed be

undress with me
show each other what we wanna see
get next to me
ill have you in ecstasy

press me on my snapchat
ion really need that 
flying through my emails
carpel tunnel from the mouse tap

off days i get the spins
i wouldnt mix that
bacardi kick back
gut the woods and rinse that

gold karrots in my nose had got me feeling bugs bunny
dropa truth bomb and they look at you funny
blow up like a bomb and they just ask bout the money
acting like ur mom but girl you not even honey

thinkin i owe u something
i dont owe no one nothing
texting for a week and then they think ur their husband

saying u in love but girl u dont even know me
keep on changing up youll be in love with the old

baby look at what the time is
my phone is silent
faced the fucking blunt and now
im holding up my eyelids

too fragile
i view the world as violent
no relations
everyone tryna be a tyrant

still dressing
like youd think i have a stylist
blowing gas
but we never uppin milage

snow fall
and the world is fucking silent
no nonsense
when the uber drive in

1am (prod. hateful)

WRITTEN & PERFORMED BY https://soundcloud.com/i_x_t_a_i_l_s
PRODUCTION & ARTWORK BY @scottysplash

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ANTI-SOCIAL ✨ (FEAT. 9TAILS)

ooo (sewerperson)

sauce (kiwi)

9tails - My Car Got Stuck On A Hill In The Snow (prod. AMNYST)

lyrics:

i dont think that talking is gonna help
they say no one really know u like u know urself
i go hard but i go harder when im by myself
empty bottles in my closet on the upper shelf
i need to learn to let go
november snow hits my windows as it covers roads
cold as ice yea but im colder tho
i need to learn to keep a promise ah
dont pour another itll damage ya
the devil talk to me
what he got to offer me honestly
lately feel my spirit like commodity
could u talk to me and pick me up
its been a while since i gave a fuck
time moves forward it doesnt care
dont get caught in a couldve been
broke hearts sell so we embellish sin
when i love you imma love u till the very end

are we ok is it something i said
imma lay down and pretend i am dead
what the heart wants never works in the end
if it doesnt work out baby could we be friends
i might have doubts but its all in my head
what she mad bout something i cant detect
i knew what it said at the sound of the text
if it doesnt work out baby could we be friends

and it all breaks down to the simplest level
i can see thru her smile its too late now
i am way too disheveled to try and climb out

are we ok is it something i said
imma lay down and pretend i am dead
what the heart wants never works in the end
if it doesnt work out baby could we be friends
i might have doubts but its all in my head
what she mad bout something i cant detect
i knew what it said at the sound of the text
if it doesnt work out baby could we be friends

r we ok (glasear x outby16)

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.

whatever (prod. Haruhi)

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