Prod. by Biv

Day in and day out, why
Didn't it find out, lies
Treated me so much, like
Cuts from the old lord, I
Bled till they sober, time
Putting the fallen, high
Wandering closed in, side
Been in it's stolen, eyes

I can back up everything I said
I should put it all back with the rest
And it ain't fun when it's clawing at my bed
There's no lungs when it starts and it ends
I'm the worst one to talk for the dead
And it's in love with the space in my head
And it's the face that they're burning in again
They never tell me what's buried in the red

Wake up, they don't need much
I don't fall, but it felt so
But if I wanna talk, then I'll act up
But if I wanna talk, then I'll act up

Paint the soft tone when I climb
Find my way out if I try
Get me out lord, Mama hide
Innocent gone, I'll be fine

Day in and day out, why
Didn't it find out, lies
Treated me such, like
Cuts from old lord, I
Bled till they sober, time
Putting the fallen, high
Wandering closed in, side
Been in it's stolen, eyes

The Old Lord

A social commentary on how everyone's the same.
PRODUCED, MIXED AND MASTERED BY VENTING PALACE
[LYRICS]
We all drive the same sportscar
We all eat the same caviar
We all bite the same bullets
We all kick the same bucket

Colors ain’t as vivid as they used to be
Maybe I’m just lacking saturation
Paint another picture of the past for me
I love it when you’re feeding my obsession

Everyday just feels like the same day
Stuck inside a cycle of the same old ways
please just take me back
please god, take me back

Caviar

STREAM/BUY

CAVIAR

calling me from the dark w/ Tommy Blve

Talk of 
All these plans
You ain't bout shit
Tell ya partner
Tell ya mans
You ain't bout shit
Talk bout
Hundreds
in your pants
You ain't bout shit
I got problems
Fuck your stance
You ain't bout

Put my baby on this new life,
Spend a couple racks to stay right
Ice the wrist seeing daylight
Keep my talk silent but it's green light
Bitch I can get it I get it
Fuckas want all of my business 
Makin my name, make my digits
I don't need problems, no witness
Who the fuck came wit ya
Bitches hands up like a stick up
Tryna put a fucka on a sticka 
How you gonna pack up in the middle 
Fuckas gettin higher off the dope house
Spinin on ya block till they lungs out
Most reasons why I don't pop out
All about the pain, till it drop out
Liking my new stop
Fixed up
I like my roof out with no top
I hate you fuckas that switch up
Patience tik tok, like a wrist watch
I like my new stop
Fixed up
I like my roof out with no top
I hate you fuckas that switch up
Patience tik tok, like a wrist watch

Talk of
All these plans
You ain't bout shit
Tell ya partner
Tell ya mans
You ain't bout shit
Talk bout
Hundreds
in ya pants
You ain't bout shit
I got problems
Fuck ya stance
You ain't bout



green light

Only hit me up when your money got lost
Fuck with my head till it's all been gone
Better off bitch, you was dead and wrong
Get my weight up it been way too long
Fuck it I ain't even tryna get along
Why she gotta what's going on
Nobody left, I ain’t dead, I'm a mess
You on track, best I had that's a fact
I spent relax, I might crash out the dash
Don't pull up sad, we outside we outside
We outside we outside
Money gonna talk, all that money come in
I can settle my life
I got times I left, for better I been
I can tell you right now
I get carried away
Put my heart away
Put my heart away
I don't wanna see you when you come back
Filling my lungs till it all crash
Inner my city I go back
All of them smiles been so sad
Fuckas been goin out so bad
Inner my city I go back
Inner my city I go back
All of them smiles been so sad

Rock with the dead
Playing it safe
Get in my head
Get in my way
Fuck up the same
Take it away
Fuck up the same
Take it away
Rock with the dead
Playing it safe
Get in my head
Get in my way
Fuck up the same
Take it away
Fuck up the same
Take it away

Money gonna talk, all that money come in
I can settle my life
I got times I left, for better I been
I can tell you right now
I get carried away
Put my heart away
Put my heart away
I don't wanna see you when you come back
Filling my lungs till it all crash
Inner my city I go back
All of them smiles been so sad
Fuckas been goin out so bad
Inner my city I go back
Inner my city I go back
All of them smiles been so sad

Bassline

Fast. Flirty. Heavy. A DnB × house blend built for sweaty rooms and real ones.

Myself

Underneath

I'm So Tired (Prod. by 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔳𝔰𝔱𝔵𝔯)

Could You Please?

Biv - Functions I Go

PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA
FT. BIV

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