all we really have in this life is love and the words we say

when these days End [prod. cutspace + whatever51]

fine ok ok replaced w the original version here u go

POP A MOLLY I GET LOOSE
YOU NEED ME LIKE I NEED
YOU NEED ME LIKE I NEED YOU
AND THE PATIENCE THIN 
AND THE PAYMENTS COMING THRU
I GET WAT TF I WANT
WHEN I WANT
W’S
HADDA TAKE A COUPLE L’S
TURNED TO KNOTS
TURNED TO COUPE’S 

WHY HE FAKE PUMP WITH THE PRESS?
CHL IM NOT IMPRESED
I GOTTA SWOOSH ON ME LETS DO IT
COUPLE SECONDS UR LIFE RUINED
THIS SHIT CLIPPED LETS GO AND BAGG IT UP
I GOT ONIONS INVERSE DRACULA 
THINK SHIT SWEET OK LETS PACK IT UP
OK OK OK OK LETS DO IT

WHY HE FAKE PUMP WITH THE PRESS?
CHL IM NOT IMPRESED
I GOTTA SWOOSH ON ME LETS DO IT
COUPLE SECONDS UR LIFE RUINED
THIS SHIT CLIPPED LETS GO AND BAGG IT UP
I GOT ONIONS INVERSE DRACULA 
THINK SHIT SWEET OK LETS PACK IT UP
I GOT WHITE WINE INNA

I GOT WHITE WINE INNA CASTLE
REAL BAG DUNGEON MASTER
DONT FUCK WIT ME U LIL BASTERD
GOIN APE LIKE MONKEY MADNESS
CALL ME KRAY I KEEPA RATCHET
SEND THE WIRE
SEND THE PACKAGE
8 DIGITS FROM THE BACKEND
SMOKE MY BLUNT AND I GET TAPPED IN

IM SMOKING MY BLUNT AND IM
IM SMOKING MY BLUNT AND IM TAPPED IN

MADE SIX FIGURES OFFA THE FASHION
STILL SENDING ME CHECKS FROM THE BACKEND
WHEN IM IN THE COUPE I GO BATSHIT 
DONT GIVE A FUCK IMMA JUS CRASH IT

HADDA TAKE A COUPLE L’S
TURNED TO KNOTS
TURNED TO COUPE’S 

WHY HE FAKE PUMP WITH THE PRESS?
CHL IM NOT IMPRESED
I GOTTA SWOOSH ON ME LETS DO IT
COUPLE SECONDS UR LIFE RUINED
THIS SHIT CLIPPED LETS GO AND BAGG IT UP
I GOT ONIONS INVERSE DRACULA 
THINK SHIT SWEET OK LETS PACK IT UP
OK OK OK OK LETS DO IT

dracula freestyle

prod @cabber
cover art/director: @noskeleton

music video: https://youtu.be/3OxrVw40v6o?si=AgGXtWnKYoSpHnK6

hollow

wake up nauseous
im thinking bout calling it quits
if im honest
the only thing i want is ur lips
took too much
dont think im ever coughing again
hollowbody till i die
theres nothing under my skin

u make me
sick, sick, sick, sick
u make me
sick, sick, sick, sick

dont be mad i aint text back b mad that ur annoying
i dont like to leave the crib cause i get paranoid
she'll be good for me but i still treat her like a whore
i b riding w some fags u know ill kill u for em

wake up nauseous
im thinking bout calling it quits
if im honest
the only thing i want is ur lips
took too much
dont think im ever coughing again
hollowbody till i die
theres nothing under my skin

u make me
sick, sick, sick, sick
u make me
sick, sick, sick, sick

sick (cabber) [music video in description]

drain my battery [prod. cutspace + silas roe]

all that remains [prod. cutspace + llive]

crestfallen [prod. cutspace]

decay (remix)

in this noble quest, i strive
bring me back to life
before i suffocate
i’ll demonstrate
how it springing back to mind

in this light, i’ll die
for it is truly mine
i’ll duly wait
for new mistakes
that spring me back in time

and it happens all the time
but in this heart, i’m fine
in this world of mine
in this world of mine

does it matter what i say?
does it matter anyway?
i think it’s gotta mean something 
how i'm finding my way

i had a dream and it blessed me with instructions on how to carry on
what are they doing that i’m not?
i wonder if it’s something that is bought

suffocate

last night, awoke from my sleep
feeling like i couldn’t breathe
you comfort me then turn over
bury yourself underneath
i felt an ache in my teeth
i guess i grind in my sleep
from stress that lives somewhere deep
for what i sow, i must reap

every locked door needs a key
but there’s no reason i’d flee
got everything that i need
cause you got my soul to keep
i took an arrow to the knee
i know for you i’d take three
pain to the highest degree
i know you won’t disagree

i left la now every day is so oh so cold
i understand that’s what it takes to change your postal code
felt a change inside my soul, not like i lost it on the road
it’s buried in a closet or the basement, i don’t know

too many possessions
i got too many possessions
a lot was for an impression
i guess that is my confession
i would do anything for you i know i’d stop the procession
i still came out the wreckage but they’re not getting the message

they’re still not getting the message
i don’t know how long it’s been
so i’ll go back to the pen
instead of wondering when
i'm crawling back into bed
thinking that i’ll try again

then i awoke from my sleep
i couldn’t breathe
you comfort me then turn over
bury yourself underneath
i felt an ache in my teeth
i guess i grind in my sleep
from stress that lives somewhere deep
for what i sow, i must reap

every locked door needs a key
but there’s no reason i’d flee
got everything that i need
cause you got my soul to keep
i took an arrow to the knee
i know for you i’d take three
pain to the highest degree
i know you won’t disagree

i left la now every day is so oh so cold
i understand that’s what it takes to change your postal code
change inside my soul, not like i lost it on the road
it’s buried in a closet or the basement, i don’t know

crestfallen [prod. cutspace]

shinigami

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