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lyrics:
this static in my chest
i don't feel the best
workin it out with you
but I just wanna spill my blood from my head
so depressed
said i could do better but say less
want to get it off my chest
heart pumping to the thought of you
wish we could make do
but it's what you wanna do
don't agree with it but that's how shit fucking goes
you go with the flow
do what makes you happy
now i'm felling sappy
wanna love you wanna cherish you
wanna do the all things that i wanted to
but that shit won't happen
unless you come back then
i'm so fucked up and i wanna take it back to
the days
where we would be talkin
laughing and having fun but it won't happen
unless
you believe
we were meant to be
i know that we could do this just let me fucking do it
i'd make you so happy
i'd treat you like an angel
from the heavens
you're a bad b
i miss the times where we would be all chappy
lying in bed and kissing and watching lots of movies
you know you really move me
you're so special you don't even know
you make me feel like the best man in the motherfucking world
felt so fucking lucky
now i'm feeling sucky
because you're gone and now i'm just so fucking low
used to suck on your toes
i miss this that shit more than you would know
making love with with you was really making love
it wasn't just fucking it was true love in the making
and now i'm just fucking hating
myself and i feel like the it's just a fucking show
but that's how it goes
that's how it goes
that's how it goes
that's how it goes
that's how it goes
that's how it goes
that's how it goes
that's how it goes

THAT'S HOW IT GOES [PROD. TENNIS PLAYER]

Jelq

POTTYHEAD FREESTYLE! (prod. buckx2)

BOTTLE IT UP! (prod. deville) (art by @scrvffie on insta)

STEP IN THE RING! (prod. papapedro) (art by @nuumastar)

LYRICS:
no way no way
motherfuckas really thinkin that i won’t go slay
pull up with twin glocks no i aint gon’ fade
ya homie got shot no face no case
bitch i don’t feel pain
recently just hate
everything that is in front of me, i cannot cope 
lately 
i really cannot fuck witta rapper that cap
daily
and if i’m in public this glock ain’t on safety 

i cannot take the fakes
be talkin but aint bout it face to face
go place to place cuz i’m tryna race the jakes
this uppercut puttin ya face in space
my bape got weight, so i just might mate ya mate
they told me to get on more phonk so i
i ate the plate, along with the beats that i’m given because i embrace the hate
i’m mating the maiden u made in
i’m fuckin yo mama she grind on my rail like we skatin
aint in the same little state as these rappers who screamin on tracks they be crying n’ whalin’
and the whole gang is brigading the game
we aint came here to play we just tryna get famous
fuck you n’ alla the rappers you paying to carry you up on yo track or your playlist
fuck that white boy
and his dreads rip em off his head
fuck all that designer in yo threads
you look fuckin sped
screaming fuck the motherfuckin feds
til’ i’m fucking dead
fuck the fuckin fuck who fuckin said
brokie wasn’t next
fuck boys 
tryna play me bitch
and it don’t get old
look into my eyes
pussy bitch
i know you gon’ fold
i just wanna die
but the litch stay inside my soul
talkin bout my life 
you ain’t shit
write you out the scroll 

no way no way
motherfuckas really thinkin that i won’t go slay
pull up with twin glocks no i aint gon’ fade
ya homie got shot no face no case
bitch i don’t feel pain
recently just hate
everything that is in front of me, i cannot cope 
lately 
i really cannot fuck witta rapper that cap
daily
and if i’m in public this glock ain’t on safety 
no way no way
motherfuckas really thinkin that i won’t go slay
pull up with twin glocks no i aint gon’ fade
ya homie got shot no face no case
bitch i don’t feel pain
recently just hate
everything that is in front of me, i cannot cope 
lately 
i really cannot fuck witta rapper that cap
daily
and if i’m in public this glock ain’t on safety 

no bitch it ain’t on safety 
lately
killin all these rappers tryna play me
maybe
they should leave me ‘lone, stop blowin up my phone bout some shit that just don’t entertain me
hate me 
i don’t give a fuck if you hate me
bitch and i don’t give a fuck if i’m shady
to you
rapper actin bitch like babies
boohoo
no bitch it ain’t on safety 
doot doot!

fuckboy wan shit on my name
he can kiss this glock 
fuckboy wan shit on my name
he can kiss this glock 
fuckboy wan shit on my name
he can kiss this glock 
fuckboy wan shit on my name
he can kiss this glock 
fuckboy wan shit on my name
he can kiss this glock 
fuckboy wan shit on my name
he can kiss this glock 
fuckboy wan shit on my name
he can kiss this glock 
fuckboy wan shit on my name
he can kiss this glock

SAFETY! (prod. noxygen)

lyrics:

okay
walk on his block with my mo’fuckin fists out
beatemup beatemup that’s how i’m living
lil bitch i’m a chick but i’m built like a brick house
fuck round and find out
beatemup beat ‘em in front of his shawdy
she all on my dick now
indica what i been smokin 
i really be in the cut witta new stick now

okay lil bitch i’m a mo’fuckin bastard
i been abandoned so much i been dippin on all of these rappers
just tryna ride on a wave,
feel like every day i find out that my homies some actors
except for the homies in karma
they real as me fucking yo mama
need a morning after
i just been stacking my commas
lil bitch i don’t deal with the drama
all i hear is laughter
while my racks gettin bigger
all these artists never touching a trigger
you only holdin fuckin guns for a picture 
that shit aint real get the fuck offa twitter
fuck the knife dangling by yo finger
boi on my life y’all more bitch than a sister
i’m packin rappers like my blunt gettin thicker
like got a light? lemme get a lil flicker
turn off the light now i’m turnin yo bitch to a 
sodomite, she eatin dick like it’s dinner
you in my sights and now i’m brokie the ripper
i really might just put that boy in a swisher
boy my advice is you should mo’fuckin quit
and put down the mic, shoutout 
hal and them shoutout to all my guys
get the fuck off yo PC and go outside
bitch i really ride
for the team
dirty glock and it came witta beam
curry shots he get hit witta 3
you the cops, why you say you a G?
you really not, lil boi you a meme
witcho thot and she takin the D 
while i molly rock to the mo’fuckin beat
I.S.S.B.R.O.K.I.E. 
M.U.D. on the P.R.O.D.
from the west but got fam in the east
digesting every track imma eat
let her cook, bitch i’m already heated
the venue booked, crowd look like a sea
really wavy way i’m dripped to the feet
if you don’t pay me you cannot get the feat
tryna fade me then you gettin defeated
i see it too, like the loops in my jeans
(2 C’s)

walk on his block with my mo’fuckin fists out
beatemup beatemup that’s how i’m living
lil bitch i’m a chick but i’m built like a brick house
fuck round and find out
beatemup beat ‘em in front of his shawdy
she all on my dick now
indica what i been smokin 
i really be in the cut witta new stick now

BEATEMUP! (prod. mud)

better but still not there

Faded Ft Nitrox2Boosters (prod. Voidrave99)

Mixed by: https://soundcloud.com/swamimags

https://soundcloud.com/virtualchrist

https://soundcloud.com/infamousgertrude

lyrics:

MKULTRA

Im the worm man
Crawling in the dirt man
Im the prey for the gods
For the bird man

Not a church man
Still put the work in
I be creeping through the mud
I be lurkin

Got a centerfold
Spread of my insides
Read all about it
See past my disguise

Invite you in for a spin
Let You inside
My brain my mind
As it ignites

Im the motherfuckin man of the hour woo
Bitch im gettin fuckin nasty never shower woo
Fuck bein classy i got acne fuckin foul woo
Bitch i spray dna need a towel woo

Bitch flexing choas emeralds
Blow up in this bitch ephemeral
You just my steeping stool
Smokin on medical
Bitch i was never cool
Never was credible 

Crab People

J TRAUMA

fuck her 2 times then she beg for more
ion even gotta spit wit a metaphor
i'm off medicine and i'm pissed off
cut my wrist off like i cut a bitch off
and my dick soft, you smell like albacore
i won't give a preview of my album, hoe
i ain't even gonna let you see the tracklist
gotta watch my back, shit's gettin too hectic hellacious
i flip like a tech deck bitch i'm tenacious and i kno ya shawty want the D
feel like jack black make it nacho libre
tell ya boyfriend he better watch what he say
trauma undertaker wit a muthafuckin urn
bitch i earned my spot, gotta wait yo turn
feel the burn feel the blister, don't drain the pus out
don't wait to run when the gang come and buss out

PAGEANT QUEEN

I’m a loser I’m a cute motherfucking bitch
walk up in the club im not afraid to fucking sock shit
break a leg I’ll fucking split my skull 
and I don’t wanna live because my life is dull 
I can cry all night but I’m still the hardest
y’all fake as fuck and I’m still the farthest
dead myself and still make it back
I’ll drip in abyss and come out the crack
tuck my boys I don’t give a shit
and I’ll give em love because fuck a bitch
I’m a lost soul and I’ll roam the earth
and I’ll talk my shit till I’m in the dirt
and I resemble that of some broken glass
and I’ve lost myself so I’ll fade to black
thousand things that are wrong with me
and I can hear the voices and they call to me bitch

THAT'S HOW IT GOES [PROD. TENNIS PLAYER]

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