Trash I need to save

Istasha The Scrub

tsin

istasha

objektiv Müll

👑

Lyrics:

Blacked out 
blank
dead nights out of function
tagged out chasing my hologram hella anxious
death disguised every night counting damn sheep
out of vice sounding like screeches
not a banshee

she a bad one
tango with her aim
gon erode, cut the rope but it stainless
like a flat tire, running on a frame
paint the walls til theyre facts, im a slave


i take a dig i take a second
wasted shift inadequate days i need a decade
i take a fix but it defective
just a whiff, hurting my sense i need a severance

heavenly ever since i reset
i could power up
elevate like amphetamines
i dont mix it up
pedigree
got that waste i could wither i need the kerosene quickly
light up the house but its dripping
call my supply the pacific, you see its vacant

Blacked out 
blank
dead nights out of function
tagged out chasing my hologram hella anxious
death disguised every night counting damn sheep
out of vice sounding like screeches
not a banshee

she a bad one
tango with her aim
gon erode, cut the rope but it stainless
like a flat tire, running on a frame
paint the walls til theyre facts, im a slave

Bungo Worm Dance Party [Prod. Istasha]

Lyrics:

Under trees i could lay 
No shade 
I feel like Apollo But i feel no Pain 
Prolly im a dummy, No mannequinn 
But i cannot  shift anything 
On the minute I could change my Name 

No
Witch that could phase my brain 
Back with the shakels strapped, Untamed 

All up in the cut Like it’s bad blood 
Buds are bad crop 
Brain rot, Like I got bad Strain

Ghost 
Leave the scene 
Go burrow down in debris 
No control 
No receipt 
No buy back 
Drift with the leaves 
In my hell 
Forty feet 
No cover deep under sea
Never sleep
Leave my face 
Live in my space I paint opaque

Ice cold, Bitten like revved up pit bull 
I go hidden, Like a Debt never payed full 
Hollowed face stay marked no Sigil 
I could play my part  no vigil
Hooked up Taken by the breath like a dead bug 
With the baggage I’m a vet On the red rug 
Hall of fame lay tame 
Residual 
Sever connections 
Affection
Forget em all

Squishy Caterpillars Riding On Bullets [Prod. Istasha]

Darwin's House Of Second Chances

bb No BooBoo

Captions Are Automatically Generated

Produced, mixed and mastered by me
Vocals by @zotiyac

Lyrics:
YUH , AYE , IM OUT FOR BLOOD x4
DONT TELL ME YOU LOVE ME x4 
pardon my language im drowning in anguish i cant be acquainted with love that is tainted, i have been changing and you have been changing quite frankly you faking what i really live with, shit is pathetic cant live when im livid i might drop a body below with the fishes, then i go fishin and reel in a bitch hit yo ass wit that hook and my fist you be kissin , ha , lil bitch , 
YOU GOT ME TWISTED I MIGHT BE THE SICKEST BUT YOU ARE CONTAGIOUS I KNOW THAT YOU HATE ME I KNOW IM ABRASIVE I KNOW IM AGRESSIVE JUST KNOW YOU CANT CHANGE IT, YOU STILL GON FUCK WIT THE HOMIES NO MATTER, HEARTBROKE FUCK I BECOME A CADAVER AND I AM SO LONELY ON TOP OF THIS LADDER IM BASHIN IN SKULLS WITH THE HOPE THAT THEY SHATTER AND AS OF LATELY MY ANGELS DETACHED, FEELIN LIKE SCRAT IM JUST CHASIN THE NUT 
I COULD SCATTER YO BLADDER THE BLADE TO THE GUTS ALL I SAY IS GOOD LUCK CUZ BITCH I WANT YOUR BLOOD 
YUH , AYE , IM OUT FOR BLOOD x4

audiotool.com

bloodthirsty ft, zotiyac

i don't wanna go out ft. smrtdeath (prod. hkfiftyone)

@lilhappylilsad @lonnellsuave

yt: https://youtu.be/OpDcCbe2WEA

spent a couple nights in the bathtub
just starin at my wrist
shiny silver blade in my right hand
should I slit and watch it drip
x2

spent a couple nights in the bathtub
just starin at my wrist
shiny silver blade in my right hand
should I slit and watch it drip

high all fucking night in a bathtub
what is this life i live
shiny silver blade in my right hand
i lay it on my wrist

just tell urself its fine
i tell myself im fine

all u mother fuckers got the best of me
cant believe u fuckin did this when u know im weak
since it hit me ive been tryin but i just cant sleep
since it hit me all the memories r on repeat

tryna figure out a way to breathe
couple ounces gone im off the weed
if u fuckin knew how bad ive been
wish u fuckin knew the pain im in

blood on me and i scream
drugs on me im a fiend
girl help me tryna deal
girl help me hit delete

no matter what they do
i will love u boo
just tell yourself its fine

no matter what i do
know i love u boo
i tell myself im fine

just tell urself its fine
i tell myself im fine

spent a couple nights in the bathtub
just starin at my wrist
shiny silver blade in my right hand
should I slit and watch it drip

high all fucking night in a bathtub
what is this life i live
shiny silver blade in my right hand
i lay it on my wrist

iTunes

bathtub (prod. lonnell suave)

K9-unit

1st vocalist: @yunghonja
2nd vocalist: @ghostofblu
production and mix: @frdmbeats

chamber 13 ft, hxnjv + ghostofblu

Support the artist
https://soundcloud.com/zotiyac
https://twitter.com/ZOTiYAC


Lyrics ; 

AYE , SHE SAY OH MY GOD YUH I SWOOP N SWING MY ROD 
ALL THESE NEW NIGGAS SAY THEY ROCKSTARS, YUH , 
BUT THESE FUCK NIGGAS DONT ROCK, AYE , GOT THE BABY SINGIN LIKE A COP CAR AH , BUT DONT FUCK WIT OPPS YUH,
ASKIN HELLA QUESTIONS LIKE NARDWUAR BUT LIL BITCH JUST SUCK MY JOCK YUH, 
SUCK ON MY DICK , WANT ME TO PAY ON HER RENT BUT THAT NOT HOW MY MONEY GET SPENT , I AM TOO LIT , FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU LEGIT IF YOU AINT NEVER BEEN ON NO LICK , ON MY TIP SPIT AND HER LIL TIP IT GET SPLIT WITH WHOEVER THE BITCH CAME IN WIT, WORK ON MY WRIST SHE GON TWERK ON MY DICK I COME MURDA YO CLIQUE FULL EXTENDED IT RIP , YUH  
MUTHAFUCK MY EXES UH , 
YO GIRLFRIEND DO STRETCHES YUH , 
THROW HER NECK SO RECKLESS ODELL BECKHAM IM GON CATCH IT HA , 
SHE BE SWITCHIN SEXES YO LIL BITCH SHE WIT THE EXTRAS AH , SHOW ME SOME RECEPTION TO FUCK NIGGAS NO CONNECTION

ZOTiYAC - F*ck A Rockstar Prod H E A L

produced by: @nadiak
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XCFcnAUoCpI&t=45s

Reflection (prod. nadiak) *VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION*

PROD. @jamesgorczyca1
ART BY: @tan

RUN AROUND THE WHOLE CITY SPRAYING WITH A ROCKER
AY
IMMA STALKER
NEIGHBORHOOD BETTY CROCKER

RUN AROUND YOUR WHOLE STATE LOOKING FOR A DOCTOR
AYE
I NEED 400 MILLIGRAMS FOR MY NAUSEA 

Voices
Always talking I gotta shut em up with
Choices
Should I even spaz about
Whatever your boys did
I been trying to hide the fact I am the noise bitch
Don’t want static
I carry maggots like it’s slipknot 

Tick tock 
Dumb little bitch all on my wrist watch
Bitch stop
I only use her as a dick mop
And slop 
She like the color of my dick ha
Knee drop
My cum sober her up like detox 

Reebok 
We run money higher than knee socks
We flop?
Boy that’s funny you need a leash op
Op niggas be talking phony when my feet drop
Smoke carcinogenic papers until my teeth hot

BETTY_CROCKER!96 (PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA)

Can't Love

Superfluous since the first day
Hear the carol of the needle cannot wait
Leech an odyssey of ashtrays
Put a saddle on your back I need a break 

One percent to black 
And then you back into the set 
Hear a snapping the second it conjugated 
Lean the fuck in to your high space 
Faded? okay 
Armed up bandit pull your sleeves and trek in missions 
Need a band to make a renegade of vessels set to mitigate 
See the preacher needs some ayahuasca 
Knocking at your bible Book of psalms, a gaol 
Break open a batch up for your recital 
Wear a tie 
Choke and blackout till your 20/20

Doubted sin 
Disease 
Admission; Snort Cocaine for Jesus 
Zip 
Contagious 
Stay affected like an Alcoholics fetus
At the Everglades and knees deep
Rattle brain into a seizure 
What you want?
Take your bitching 
get baptized until your gone

Snort Cocaine For Jesus [Prod. Istasha]

PRODUCED BY @swvde666
MIXED BY @imjordanjay

TrippyThaKid - ReturnOfTheShrimp (prod. swvde.)

Lyrics:
Caught in breakrooms 
Unofficial excavations 
Digging deep inside the mind to find the problems are fictitious 
Want a part among the victims? 
See your knees get blown to pieces 
Iwo Jima style 
No big surprise 
When pride is up, decrease it 

Fuck is in your patience I would pay to see you waste it 
Like a prostitute with no excuse but reckless evocation 
See the blisters on your conscience 
Catch you neck less and beheaded 
Part from body, spilling nonsense 
Automated off of credit

Running out of steam I'll see you drowning with the fishes 
No supply 
No pressure 
Waste of power Where's the bitches? 
Train your pride to find some fuel to ride tracks and hide your hypocritic eyes Up on your plate 
And dine alright for preaching bugs and crickets 

Sit your ass down Full like: "I get the bag" 
Ain't depressed still run that shit "I get the bag" 
See a freshman lie 
Never ever hit the back 
With your practice, act like trash 

DEPTH STRIDA:
writing about stuff i hate?
ay thats no fucking problem
first thing is that his dad should have used a fucking condom

shit is getting personal
your stuff unaccessible
cause earrape is arrestable
ay strida and istasha
dirty flow like gutter
when you flow u stutter
you a  motherfucker

fuck
come
test me bitch
show me all your stupid hits
i
dont
care bout clicks
i see that you beg for it

trapmetal is a fucking bliss
just influenced by stupid kids
that beefing over stupid shit
like which screams more distorted is
get your fucking shit together
show the scene that you're mature
no one of us will be ever
famous like your favorite rapper

White Noise (w. DEPTH STRIDA)

Lyrics:
Tied to scripts 
Or the anchors on my ship 
Theyre Full of waste 
Out of clips
No calligraphy sufficient for the day 

Into place 
Decomposing all the letters Into ink 
Water suit 
Bare the weight 
And Watch it sink 

Breathing all the liquid in the tank 
What am I? 
Out of plans 
See the neurons stay deceiving and a mind is running blank
Losing out the thoughts and see a scene that says you can't 
And then change into facts Like a black tat 
Burning the pictures 
Don't let a memory deceive us 
Set it back in the wreck 
And then reckon acts they don't believe like 
They're the bullshit 
The fuckers don't breathe like us 
Bullshit the fuckers don't breathe like us 

Won't read my eyes 
Sanctioned in the lake 
Go seek high tides 

Fuck days 
On a cold dead canvas 
Dampen the shade 
Watch the tapestry unfold 
Lost in the shame 
Not a shelter on the atlas 
Cost I don't pay 
No control I don't pay

Submerged Respiration

PRODUCED : @zcrmadeit

MIXED : @imjordanjay and @zcrmadeit

TrippyThaKid - UH HUH (prod. ZCR)

Lyrics:
One brush in a pipe dream 
Blood rush interface heme
Straight mush on the bright screen 
Blindfold when they push 
Leave em 
Loose like disrupt
Bitches see you handcuffed 

Paint unfolded 
Renaissance
Obey em like a bishop 

Pop drop down 
Like a tablet in a Tesla 
Back of the seat and I see the back of a pedestrian

Rise into veins 
Let it travel like the venom
Had it miles into pain 
Like an addict out to get em 
Gassed into place 
Run a motor on the open home 
And stop when no one notice like im deep inside the catacombs 

Fuck my brain 
I need a pickup 
Traces on my breath I supply I need the bitter 

Drown my strain
I need a pickup 
Traces on my breath I supply I need the bitter

All Outta Oil (with DEPTH STRIDA) [Prod. Istasha]

prod. @riot_angel

@diversa_unit
@txrrxr
@soulm444te

I STARTED THINKING 'BOUT YOU
I STARTED THINKING ABOUT ALL OF THE THINGS WE DO
THIS WAS AN ACCIDENTAL TOUCH.
I STARTED BURNING ALL THE MEMORIES WE DREW
I WISH I NEVER HAD THAT GUN.

SAME NIGHT I STOLE YOUR ENERGY FROM YOU
WHEN I DECIDED THIS WAS DONE

WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT MY BIG MISTAKE COULD BE SO FUN
I HAVE TO HIDE YOU FOR A MONTH.

my life is fading in the background you see,
you wanna walk along this path with me,
you makin faces like you mad at me,
i cannot understand this act baby

started thinking bout ur
touch no it never felt enough
i felt my body giving up
i felt my body lose its trust
i give my sacrifice for love
its like a different kinda drug
blood stains on the rug x2
false promises sound too sweet
i always leave w loose teeth
i stay thinking bout the blood
u stay so driven to abuse me

WE KILLED ANGELA (FEAT. TERROR & SOULM4TE) PROD. RIOT_ANGEL

Lyrics:
Taken the strait off
Lychantrope battery 
added 
The acid 
The pattern implied 

Printed mechanics 
Synthetic ceramic 
Abatic and limp with the strides 

Letting the weight off
Step on the scale of umbrella surveillance 
Stigmatic in takes 
Clogged up
Fuck a fiber prosthetic 
In stock 
And signing out the cage

Get em running backwards
Step back in the cage 
System dumping shits 
Still on my name 

Slither round a bitch
Done 
Burn bridges 
Okay 

Cold beat 
But it's fuck snakes 

[MUGXTSU]:

Fuck a plan 
I was sentenced off of the grid 
Up in my zip lock bag
When did I get this affection 
No solid grip around the flag 
And no banners had

The rusty tag of prints 
I can't read 
In sea of dust in the seams
With all the functions

Go rest up 
sleeping now 
Wanna long for something new 
I don't reset 
I've lost
My drive

Irradiated Air Particles (with MUGXTSU)[Prod. Istasha]

Lyrics:
Leeching undercover 
Sedate 
Hide in the process 
Over 
Reaching for another 
Restate 
To cite the bible 
Idle 
Leeching undercover 
Sedate 
Hide in the process 
Over 
Reaching for another 
Restate 
Take the blame 

White upon my lens like I got blinded 
Brought a stain 
Into the 
Spite room 
Pipe tomb 
Nostrils enter space dome 

Midas touching hands and turn to blood discerning gold that's certain 
Sight downgrade
Lobe ask 
No blame doe

Dispatch 
crosshatch 
Wake up in the i c unit
Mismatch
Detach 
Brain is lost inside assuming 
Instagram all pages 
Stay for likes 
Maneuver 

Out of luck 
Leave 
Duck 
Out the process 
Back into it

Haute Couture [Prod. Istasha]

Lyrics:
I want to see a red light 
No salvage wanted 
Don't want your damage to none 
I'm gone away 
I watch it dead to rights
No way out 

Black tar play doe
Tarmac pavement
Part time hobo 
In place on nostromo

Slipping down the step stone 
Partial as your statements 
Faceless septum 
On charcoal angels 

Strip it down to bones 
In pride 
Inside just like silent tone 
No ring 
But strain 
Never pluck 
No Hertz 
Just stuck mane 
Inside of duct tape 

Flogging horses twisting silent 
Trial torsion 
Instinct 
Honest 
Always stick inside them 
Wall of 
Post it mortem

Sleep inside a chapel 
Run and hide when bitches get got 
The Taste of terpentine and mercury is distant 
And knots are tied on dreary arms 
No battieres to carry on 
Imbalance in material 
Severe is when they fuck it up 

I dont recognize 
Turn away all deciet or signs

RLD [Prod. Istasha]

PROD. @PLURBS @SOJHI @C-O-R-P-S-E

COVERT ART BY WWW.INSTAGRAM.COM/LENFANT_

LYRICS

[VERSE 1]
SNOW WHITE CAMO
BELT FULL AMMO
NEED TOBACCO
I FEEL SHALLOW

RISING BLOODLUST
I FEEL FUCKED UP
ALL THESE TRAUMAS
GOT ME BRAINWASHED

2 STEP ON YOUR CLIQUE
BITCH I AM THE OPPOSITE
NEVER CATCH ME TALKING SHIT
CAUSE I NEVER BEEN A SNITCH

BITCH I GO THAT DRUM
SPRAY IT JUST FOR FUN
AIMING AT YOUR SON
YOU BE LOOKING DUMB

SO I SPRAY THE GAT YOU RUN
NO BITCH IM NOT DONE
I MIGHT START A HUNT
BOUNTY WHAT I WANT AY

I SHOULD GO TO HEAVEN BITCH
CUZ I LET YOUR REMNINISCE
STRIDA FLOW IS IN THIS BITCH
YOU A SNAKE YOU ALWAYS HISS

GO COME AND TRY ME BITCH
I MIGHT ANSWER TO YOUR DISS
WITH A FUCKING FIST INTO YOUR FACE BITCH

[HOOK]

2 STEP ON HIS NECK
BITCH IM BOUTTA BLOW A BAG
2 STACKS BUY A TEC
GOT SOME HOMIES IN QUEBEC
2 CHECKS SPEND EM QUICK, MONEY ALL THAT MATTERS BITCH
NEED 2 OUNCES OF GOOD WEED, SOBER I FEEL HANDICAPPED

[BRIDGE]
I DONT NEED A COPYCAT TO LIKE MY SHIT
MERCENARIES IN THIS BITCH YOU CANT DOUBT IT
YOU DON'T GET NO FEAT SO PLEASE GET OVER IT
I MIGHT 2 STEP ON THIS BITCH

[VERSE 2]

I GOT NO RESPECT
FOR A COPYCAT
FUEL IS STACKED
TO HEAT UP YOUR ASS
CLOWN ASS BITCH
DONT YOU DARE TO TALK TO MY WHOLE CLIQUE

HOLSTER MY GLOCK BITCH
TONIGHT IM CONCIOUS
I FEEL OBNOXIOUS
IM OUT OF OPTIONS

YOU ON SOME FUCKSHIT
YOU ARE ONE DUMB BITCH
BETTER FEEL HUNTED
IM COMING FOR YOUR ASS

2 STEP ON YOUR CLIQUE
BITCH I AM THE OPPOSITE
NEVER CATCH ME TALKING SHIT
CAUSE I NEVER BEEN A SNITCH

[HOOK]

2 STEP ON HIS NECK
BITCH IM BOUTTA BLOW A BAG
2 STACKS BUY A TEC
GOT SOME HOMIES IN QUEBEC
2 CHECKS SPEND EM QUICK, MONEY ALL THAT MATTERS BITCH
NEED 2 OUNCES OF GOOD WEED, SOBER I FEEL HANDICAPPED

TWO STEP

TWO STEP [PROD. PLURBS, SOJHI, CXRPSE]

Miskatonic [Prod. Istasha]

For anyone that catches the cover art reference; I love you a little extra

Lyrics;
Pop it off track; No better 
Stuck in the socket, connecting and not better 
Walking; dragging up with no steppin you're not better 
Talking like corroded AI in synthetic leather embedded 

Pop it off track; No better 
Stuck in the socket, connecting and twist the cylinders 
Ashing the product 
Drip out the bottom and no get up 
70 - 85 - 67 - 75
Fuck em mane 

Doused it like a mannequin 
Dropping it down the bottle 
Bottled up around the acetin  
Marking down the spine 
Cut the marrow off within 
Orifices all with ketamine 
No Cyanocobalamin 
To rush into your dome 

How you take it now? 
When it's back on 
Strip my my mind to find the start button once again 
How you take it now 
When it's stuck: off
Strip my mind to fin the reset then I count again

Pop it off track; No better 
Stuck in the socket, connecting and not better 
Walking; dragging up with no steppin you're not better 
Talking like corroded AI in synthetic leather embedded 

Pop it off track; No better 
Stuck in the socket, connecting and twist the cylinders 
Ashing the product 
Drip out the bottom and no get up 
70 - 85 - 67 - 75
Fuck em mane

Dislocation Code [Prod. Istasha]

Packet loss 
In for days 
Im bragging in vacuum 
Fuck an evasion
Stagger 
Imagine if I couldn't taste shit
Backup 
I could never live another second in that ape-shit 

Stalking 
Track on that snake pit
Pack and evac 
Come back 
Never make it 
Drag in the cat
Gotta cut up in the back with the cramping
Not grab enough and then end up; I grab her duct and fuck her face in 

Forced it out the muck 
My collection full of fucking rubbish 
Torqued until your trunc'd
Wrapped around it like an early knob 
Distorted 'bout to clip 
De-contorted out the grip I slip 
No border on on the grid 
I ride the edge until I'm missing.no

Crypt locked
Trace less when you dox 
I'm at their throat 
Blocked
Mouth I degrade 
No antidote 

Im not a goat
Dont slay me off for faith 
I line the oroborous non decoded 
Level with an eight 
Cannot encrypt

Print me like newsstand 
Black round my hands 
I scroll the paper round the page 
And roll it back into a strand 
Uh 
Feed me a decent virus 
I got corrosive virus 
I got adhesive virus 
I got elliptic iris

Sleeping when you see me 
Like the color out of space 
As deep a sea as it is seamless 
from beneath just like a 
Dark horse

Packet Loss [Prod. Istasha]

prod @93feetofsmoke
mix @93feetofsmoke & @polearm
master @polearm

"fruit"

Im off a pack
In the back
Tryina calm down
only flax
Only spin round
The block now
Lag from jet 
in my bed
Made a hideout
ghillie suit
imma sue
Head ass tap out
 
Imma psychic 
If you shoot
Imma nuisance 
To the loot
Death dot 
Under my boot
wont find me 
burning books in the streets
theres no pages no ink
i pray to god thru a screen

Wait
yeah
Because my nerves 
Might make me throw up
Wheres the faucet
Need some water
On my temple
3 stripes 
you can run it like its simple 
litebrite
minnesota on my dental 

yeah
Because my nerves 
Might make me throw up
Wheres the faucet
Need some water
On my temple
3 stripes 
you can run it like its simple 
litebrite
minnesota on my dental 

taught the fruit how to eat itself
i'd do the same damn thing
stuck on the shelf 
and this a long damn flight
to be by myself  
its not my damn business  
when they drag you to hell  
fuck your clique hold grudges 
like I climbed outta well  
and that road not silk
it still come thru the mail  
no ya words aint slick
jib aint cut for retail 
so don't come round here
with a story to sell 

Because my nerves 
Might make me throw up
Wheres the faucet
Need some water
On my temple
3 stripes 
you can run it like its simple 
litebrite
minnesota on my dental 

yeah
Because my nerves 
Might make me throw up
Wheres the faucet
Need some water
On my temple
3 stripes 
you can run it like its simple 
litebrite
minnesota on my dental 
 
taught the fruit how to eat itself
i'd do the same damn thing
stuck on the shelf 
and this a long damn flight
to be by myself  
its not my damn business  
when they drag you to hell  
fuck your clique hold grudges 
like I climbed outta well  
and that road not silk
it still come thru the mail  
no ya words aint slick
jib aint cut for retail 
so don't come round here
with a story to sell

Buy on iTunes

fruit

Lyrics:
Re-sealed all bags, won't change shit
On my skin, dig deep like maggots 
All I Am 
Is just a fragment of what I have left to my name 

We see them leeching on 
Still we crawl but bones aren't dull; I see them

Neuronal Nightmares

Lyrics:
With the all black mask full of tricks
Keep I keep it out of risk
What's enough?
When they ask what I miss
What do we say 
Running it back reminisce

I Stick in the backbone 
My spinal tap is sucking stone 
Straight down the marrow 
Like some shit I cannot swallow 
Go back 
Can't trace
I won't cut shit shit through 
Like the strain on my net 
Can't dodge the path 
I won't forget it now
Tie one last chord until it fits me aight 

You got blood; black 
Pumped full of petrol 
Okay 

I got HUDs stained 
Tracks like a metro
Okay 

I'll derail
This square no tetra 
Out of touch there's a stigma of rust surrounded by mech its okay 

Carry all black tired
I express on my face 
I address shit quick 
Cut bags full of weight
In the veins
And attire out of space 
I leave my eyes at the table 
And i let go of this place

I Wish I Was At Home Playing Mass Effect 2 Right Now

Production, mix and master by me

Lyrics:
Now 
Leave
Torn 
Rise undone 
Ripped out 
My organs 

Higher on 
Lifting something 
Don't mean nothing at all

Cut 
Cutting it down 
Like a rot stump
Pump full meds
Digested it next to waste 
I'm too frustrated
DisConnecting it degrading 

Gone 
Look I let go
Am I honored to be under 
The gown 
surveilled  and 
Still alone 

Locked it a maze
Of my mind
I'm stuck for days 
My persona mIA
Leave me out 
Leavaving me maimed 

Stripes
Ride down my face and away 
Call out the rain 
Like I'm reading the branches 
Someone leave me off decayin. 
Someone leave me out decayin. 

Strive 
Pride when I'm raiding my brain 
I'm over 
black blood Clot my veins 
Carve my name I carve my name 
I carve it all away

THE BOAT IS LACKING TRACER FLUID, PROVIDE ACCORDINGLY

Istasha The Scrub