stuff

Beefy got a brand new shoe

i found a mixtape for you
i made when i was sixteen
we thought that we were in love
we didn’t know what it means
sometimes i wonder about
whatever we could’ve been
we would’ve never worked out
but sometimes you’re still in my dreams

remember when we kissed on prom night
getting fucked up under the starlight
listening to ween on the car ride
little did we know it would be frostbite
ay
you went cold on me (wh-oa)
but you still gotta hold on me (wh-oa)
now im making plays with my whole posse
but you know bout me, i’m a nobody
where you at now? whatcha doing?
it’s been some years now, i hope you’re good
oh what bout me? i’m just coolin
posted with the dudes makin music
i can’t remember today
what all was on that CD
i hope you’re bumping it still
i hope you’re thinking of me

MIXTAPE [AOL]

i met a girl at 17

prod. me
recorded by me
mixed/mastered by me

LOVELESS

i think im feeling better (+radzz)

[cryybbyy]
don’t give me hope
matter of fact leave me alone
i don’t need you in my life
pick your battles i don’t wanna fight no more

i’ll permit it no matter the weather
sandman, i’m asleep for the better
shawty chillin in the pocket of my sweater
years pass yea i’ll never forget her
it’s the same damn thing every night
do you trust me? idk i might
are you okay? not quite
plush shop burning down tonight

[hungo]
baby i want you
its the only words i think of
tell me how i could be so dumb
i just wasted all my damn trust on you

hi 당신
너 외계인
춤을추면서 이름을 말해줘
않이 너를다시 않보면 내가 녹을 것 같아

[shtef04]
Chillin with plush shop
Shit we make fye
Sippin on chai tea tonight
Mind stuck in fight or flight
No sleep 100 mgs alright

always anxious cuz i know im never right
bleach my teeth then rinse with flouride
crystal clear crystal white
losing all sight

aslepp fo da bettr ++cryybbyy, shtef04

things will get better (christmas song)

bad bitch got that drop box pussy
pull up to the club, i'm rockin stussy
hit my email for the booking
glasses on my eyes, you won't ever catch me looking

i don't ever wanna see shit
i seen way too much, all you artists wanna be shit
but you just release shit, you best get some teachings
read yourself a scripture or just quit and leave the scene quick

glock with a sleeve
ak with the foreskin, drop you to your knees
you not hard, you force it, i just act like me
i might act too sweet for ya palette cos you cheap

drive out to the beach, disappearin for a week
cos i need to get some space, this anger make it hard to breathe
twitter gives you illness in your brain so hit delete
hit delete hit delete hit delete

blood from ya bitch on my teeth
take her life, i hear sirens then i flee
feel like carti, i'm a vampire, squee
got a full tank of gas, you on e

save point

james