Thoughts get heavy on me,
Grandmama died, and it still preying on me,
Old bitch hate my guts, so she flaked on me,
Internet talk gettin fucked in the brain for me,
Sometimes I wish a fucka let it bang for me,
Assisted suicide, miles high, with the chains on me,
Ya'll been laugh track, pumpin till she bad back, curious about that, didn't know she was ya bitch homie,
Aint know me or know me then,
Just wait until you bury them,
You'll be prayin to whatever God they carrying,
See the way they carry him,
Box locked, couple words to knock him in the dirt again,
Goodbye, so long, another friend,
Tell me if this finna end,
Woke the fuck up for the bands,
And never ask for the hand outs from the mans,

Best for you, but it's shit for me,
Can't break bread from the shit I seen,
Couldn't be team,
Man run 3rd string,
She get a pass till she cling,
My bitch dead in my mental,
Your bitch come off the street,
Taking the time that I need,
Don't hit my line for the shit you can't keep,

Head goin twist,
Like my dick on her lips,
Boy you a simp,
Soundin goddamn sick,
Spend it all on a bitch for a flic,
Throwin bands that she earned from her tips,
Boy you a spill in the script,
They been the cause of this shit,

Lackin, bitch tryna see me slackin,
I ain't even bout that action,
But I don't trust what happens,
Might be the first one to blast it,
Or put myself up in the casket,
Dead man walkin and talkin,
They only want a reaction,
Silently make my transaction,
Pussy just been a distraction,
Thought you was special, bitch you been a fraction,
Mental been keepin me active,
They talk the smoke, but the first one to ash it,
I never wanted this practice,
Just let me live in my traction
Just let me live in my traction

Bitch go pogo,
Loco, choke hold,
way too so so,
Slow mo,
Watch me snap like photo,
Ass goin clap like bravo,
She peak like promo,
Ass goin clap like bravo,
She peak like promo,

Bitch go pogo,
Loco, choke hold,
way too so so,
Slow mo,
Make me snap like photo,
Ass been clappin just like bravo,
She go peak like promo,
She go peak like promo,

Lord save me boy I'm dyin in my cuts,
Only want me with the funds,
All that money trap they lungs,
Time got fucked,
you fuckin punk,
Don't feel this numb,
You a fuckin bum

Pale Suburbian (Prod. by Red Rxxm)

You can try to burn me if you can
You wanna know what's in my head?
I can't bury myself again
You can't be the soul that claims the damned 

I've already lost all my trust
How can I rebuild it, my love?
I don't know what I'm doing, I'm fucked
Help me free the dead from my lust 

I lost myself, I wanna find
I just can't be this way
Give me time, I need to know
That I can be the same

I lost myself, I wanna find
I just can't be this way

Darling can I face the flames
Like I'm needing to?
Or will I burn out with the rest?
I fucking hate the truth 

My thoughts just circle in the sand
Am I finished with you yet?
Don't wanna write another song for you
So get out of my head

Get out of my head
Get out of my head

Be Still

Save The World

a bunch of shit i don't do

lyrics - 

I can’t really give you much 
n I can’t really be the judge 
no one to love 
who fucked you up 
I’ve had enough 
I call the plug 
then hit you up 
got relatives who got the mud
I’ll get they money up 
but first who coming up i think thats me n I don’t give no fucks 
at first I tried to keep this shit low-key but now I’m moving up
n everybody in the scene they keep looking at me I ain’t really gon show em love 
I don’t trust you so you know whats up..

came from the bank uh
see how his left eye switching got a mask on top of his face so he feel semi dangerous fakin 
and so be it I may just fall in my grave 
Sometimes my head it feels transparent segregated decayed x2

On me 
they always on me 
I been falling
Look how far I’ve fallen!

I done been lost for days I feel like my brain has slowly decayed again I’m walkin around in a haze I really don’t understand it how I made it aye 
tryna get rid of this waste 
getting getting right outta my break might fade away I 
migrate my self n kick my feet up smoke that mary jane ah ah
no time for fairytales 
your business ain’t worse non my time I’m sorry you couldn’t tell 
sorry you couldn’t tell
your business ain’t worse non my time I’m sorry you couldn’t tell

who fucked u up (prod. PLAGUE x SCISSOR)

𝘛𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘶 (𝘚𝘓𝘖𝘞𝘌𝘋 + 𝘙𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘉)

s!lver (prod. plentyguap)

Biv - Twice A Day -

Get Out This Time

Bitch we ain't gone be the same, 
Cover the blood from my face, 
Bet the bitch pray for the day, 
Bet the bitch burry my grave, 
I got more reasons to stay, 
Don't give a fuck bout your pain, 
Don't give a fuck bout your pain 

I'ma blast when them feelins pop, 
Fuckas stack, but they pack a lot, 
Fuck the cash, I want my happy spot, 
You a top the flock and keep ya block, 
Coughin through my eyes, I keep a lot, 
Don't forget the way I came about, 
Rather cut my face, than change the route, 
Wrist to cuff, the fuckas kill they self, 

Bitch we ain't goin be the same 
Cover the blood from my face 
Bet the bitch pray for the day 
Bet the bitch burry my grave 
I got more reasons to stay 
Don't give a fuck bout your pain 
Bitch know I'm always afraid 
Ain't shit been new to my case 

You gotta capsule the pain 
I got my days 
Countin disgrace 
You just a stan 
Fuck on my face 
I got plenty when I'm ending my days 
Fuck does you say 
I had a place 
A home for the pain 
Take this away 
You with the fake 
Keep where I stay

Be Still

COMA6