Stay high (feat. mudd)

i don't own this song all rights go to owner of so

Hold on -The real young swagg

Gremlin - I Wrote A Song About Dealing With Depression & Heartbreak

Problematic - Sober

Barbie

Price Of Addiction

MOG - Fuck Cupid

Problematic - Damaged

Problematic - Reflection

damaged- problematic

Anxious
Is God really all that gracious 
Looking back at the cap in they statements
Ain’t never had my back like blankets 
Dear God, 
Why do I need this medicine to control my feelings?
It’s unreal how I never hear from you after years praying up to my ceiling 
Lotta things left unsaid
Lotta things left unanswered
My aunt passed last September 
Josh died unexpectedly, and seeing Derek on his death bed, it affected me
Lie to me, telling me they live inside of me
Inside I feel dead that’s the irony 
Told my story on the news cuz I know Kate’s gonna have to go through it too and it frightens me
And I act like everything’s perfect
But inside I’m searching
Don’t know if it’s working 
Will it even be worth it?
Every generation it gets worse
From birth to the hearse
Lower down in the dirt 
Didn’t know when you're gone that you’re viewed for your things, that shit hurts, this just my

Pretty toxic, heavy conscious 
Weighing on my soul 
Six shots in my revolver 
When I’m on my own 

Life goes on
And damn it’s been too long
I take my problems, write them down then turn around and make a song 
Why you laughing tho, nothing funny hoe, 
Ima really blow, Ima really go and find myself cuz I swear to go I feel alone
It’s kinda funny that I gotta get up every morning, roll up outta bed and start my day off pretty boring cuz I know that if I don’t then my depressions gonna be keep me sleeping, never dreaming, never snoring
If you don’t get that please step back, I don’t wanna explain myself when I rap
Tired of these motherfuckers always looking at me like I’m funny but I’m making money while I’m taking pulls from a Tennessee honey
Oh buddy, oh buddy, oh buddy, yea 
It’s all about me, me, me (meep meep)
Like roadrunner 
You the coyote man, entitled opinions
Tryna trap and then attack me and 
Somehow I still get away
Every day, I’m praying and thanking I got somewhere stay
Cuz there’s a lotta people out there that wanna go to sleep, except they ain’t got nowhere to lay, this just my 

Pretty toxic, heavy conscious 
Weighing on my soul 
Six shots in my revolver 
When I’m on my own 

Back against the wall now I’m in danger 
Asking 
For some 
Help

This ain’t 
Heaven 
This is 
Hell

Now I’m 
Drinking 
By myself

To my
Dearest
Farewell

Pretty Toxic Revolver

I'm sorry to all those I let down.

I reupload any of the lost music that has been damage by insecurity, drama, or lost talent.

Problematic - Sober

lost everything that I built