Ive been listening to you for a while now and i just wanna say, whether you blow up or not, we are all so lucky to hear your talent. Thank you for truly expressing yourself in everything you put out, its wonderful to see the passion. I wish you well💫

Haven't heard this song in years. always wished you pursued this sound haven't checked you out in a min but this song will always be a fuckin banger 💯

this shit is still fire asf, cant catch this vibe anywhere

I just cant believe someone so talented can have such a long ride blowing up. this is some legendary shit 

D'Angelo X Estelle - Come Over Lady (Z-Mix)

[LYRICS]
been separated
immune to devastations
no new communications
I lose to improve patience
a mood it makes you jaded
no news came back good
faded in booths
goonies invaded the youth
success ain't waiting on you
so take in what you choose
smoke that dank, drank that brew
look both ways still hate the truth
book the stage they see our crew
scumbag ways the usual
LazTax all black funerals
mundane place where I conclude
brownbagboy got the bum-juice
shorty dance, she can't feel none
got 40. ounces to freedom
sip it up you won't live long
a crippled mind think nothing's wrong 
ridden y'all hate on my songs
a written taste of what I want
a rip in space when we're all gone
disintegrate me and embalm
nothing's gonna change for you
still stuck in scumbag ways
when livin' la vida de goone (x2)
...
some terrible dreams, ay
aware you me diste
feeling uneasy 
me quiero morirme
I wait on that fucking day
like what's the last thought in my brain
cannot believe you still been sane
they can't believe I'm still the same
lil known they don't flow but that's okay
don't pay any attention to what I say
I'd rather be lone left in a grave
heard that one before it's what I pray
rewritten, record, on that always
I spit off the porch, burned-out ashtrays
my lungs have been sore
they'll turn more grey
fuck y'all I'll remain forever lonely
low life shade in a solo-scum way
showing grace but below I hate
roll a blunt forgot what to say
but so what I'll be gone for days
livin the life of a shunny
in a cold rut where I shall fade 
nothing's change
nothing's gonna change for you
still stuck in scumbag ways
when livin' la vida de goone (x2)

LA VIDA DE GOONE prod. BOONE

Gizmo & Prohibeo - I Dare You To Do It Again [Prod. Purpdogg]

I DONT HAVE TIME TO POST THE LYRICS BUT LYRICS COMING SOON!!!!

WHERE MY MIND WENT? [prod. by AYDRAYY]

Sample- "YA dig" Matt Ox(acoustic version W/ Einer Bank)

LIN:
i don’t really wanna talk no more
days passing by got me feeling so low
asking for something but theres no response 
praying to god thats a shot in the  dark 
i wanna die in a field of red 
bodies surround me. humanity: dead
blade in my hand where i severed the thread connecting me from all the fucks and the rest 
they wanna play wit me 
so i end them wit glee 
slaughter the pig, now I’m drenched in blood 
another body floating in my flood 
bitch do not talk to me 
bitch can’t you fucken see 
i don’t really fuck wit none of you 
hate me but i fucken hate you too
i don’t wanna live like this no more 
everyday i wake up feeling cold 
i just wanna die here all alone 
let me fucking die here alone
pull up with an AK let it spray
say whatever they say then i slay 
begging for mercy but i don’t got shit to give
let him die at my feet no two shits a piss
i don’t play 
spread hate 
this place will fucking burn 
fuck this world 
this earth 
your faith and all your hope 
hoe

SVDI:
Riding alone
In the cutlass supreme
Fuck the whole scene
All of you fuckers
Mean nothing to me
Svdi Burn down society
And breathe the wretched twisted stench
Bodies of the children, that I lynch
Used as punching bags
Cause I love the fun and gags
Fun to watch em run
Cause I cut the calves 
Blood is leaking 
Seeping thru my leather seats
I’m peaking as the screaming seem to cease
Bodies of the sluts inside my sheets
Poking stroking till I’m nutting on the teeth
See I’m nothing but the mothafucka 
That you made me be (Thanks Gelatskis)
Day to day it feel the same 
I lost my faith, no halo
Die alone, inside these scars
You don’t get it, no way, no
You say you love me, 
ok bitch only if you say so
Taking you fuckers as prisoners 
All of you fuckers look similar
Svdi mortician, I’m killing em
Fucking these bitches, 
they bleeding, I’m drilling em
Ripping the cunt and I’m peeling em
Hanging the women and children
ain’t feeling em
Ain’t feeling shit
Ain’t no remorse 
Ain’t feeling you and this life anymore

Field Of Red

Wishin Well

BODY HIGH

CRADLE (PROD. FRED DRIK X KAMAJI)

much love to the homie BAMBOON for producing such fire. Be sure to follow him everywhere as well as SLACK. Like Comment Repost you already know.

YOUNG SLACK
@thereal_young_slacc
https://soundcloud.com/slack-engels
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCdcecK_L3g25xh8T7sFcuDw

NØTHIN MATTERS
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC6hf_6Y_SE2wZ-oHihCwvYw
@cl0wny.n0thin @mullaxul @n0thinmatters (ig) @n0thin_matters (twitter)

BAMBOON
@bamboonisdead (ig) @bamboonski (twitter)
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCtUultJ9S6MviPuTmX-g0IA

LYRICS

CL0WNY
Im
Different than the rest
No wonder they stare at the way that i dress
Dont need to impress
Just need to ascend to descend to my death
Why i aint savin breath on these tracks i invest in etch my flesh
Pull out my hair hope you think of me less
Aint here to make friends
While im here ill progress with evil in my head
Stuck constructing corrupting the game 
With all of my messages left unsaid
Undead motha fucka a mess
He dissects his tendons in the mirrors reflection
Said fuck resurrection ill stay in the depths
Never know my intentions intend to project
Dont care boutta mention attend to the set
Sometimes cant make attendance it makes me upset
Shout out homies out west shit i still havent slept

OLD HOUSE
I turned my back and walked away 
Like it never even happened 
I’ll stop to think time to time if I’m even breathing 
I try to sleep until it’s late
I stay awake til the next day 
Im takin sleeping pills
It help me feel less 
I got these xs on my hands 
I think no less of what I did 
I’m fucking smokin til I’m dead 
Im fuckin sick it’s in my head 
I put that on the family 
And all who’ve gotten close to me

SLACK
i changed alot
You call me a monster based on the mufuckin fangs i got
Cuz i slang alot
Cuz i bang alot
I put drugs inside my veins alot
Cuz the pain i got is so deep
But tell me lil baby who fuckin with me
Disgusting as fuck cuz i come from the streets
Where they sell they soul and they sell it for cheap
They might sell it to Satan or sell it to me
Might sell it for heron might sell it to tweek
Might keep it for years just to losin it dreamin
And i hope that my babies they stupid as me
If they stupid as me boy then they got it comin
3 years and countin im still fuckin runnin
Like my name is Forest and im steady comping 
They think that im deaf cuz they cant tell me nothin
Advanced for a youngin they still call me slack
Yes ima felon i still pull the strap
Still bust ya ass if you tryna scrap
And ill still cut u off if you turn to a rat
No i cant fuck with that
I had enough of that
I spill blood for that
Where i stay at
Came up for grabs
Me and NØTHIN MATTERS
We fuckin splatter your brain back
Keep comin back
If you comin back
Then you comin back to replay that
Came up for grabs 
Me and NØTHIN MATTERS
We fuckin splatter your brain back
Like woah
Cant seperate from my bros
And i put that shit on my soul
Cuz they was with me in the cold
And i know that theyll never fold

SEPULCHRAL II  ft. YOUNG SLACK (Prod. by BAMBOON)

IN MOTION(prod.OTTOXL)

Rōnin

OHIO
PRODUCER/ARTIST 
CLEETUS FISTER
contact: yungwetnutz420@gmail.com or IG and twitter

Wishin Well

IamBLAIZE

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