MY FAULT

HEY GIRL prod.(L34T0V3RS)

Been inspired by Kevin George's work lately

Love Me For Free (Badder Than Me Flip)

chorus
tell me it is worth to trading lifetime with my work for bit money for a house that never see me (see me)
tell me it is worth to trading feelings with a girl 
who only stay at me cause the kids and always tries to change me 
tell me it is worth to love my mum for the birth and my father for beat me cuz he never had a own dad 
tell me it is worth to live a life that drag me down, always when it can for short moments where i feel me happy..

verse
ye fuck this life
ye fucking ye sometimes
ye i am suicidal imbalance cut the lines

love always hits you twice
life starts low and ends when it's high
why do meat taste so nice but some souls need to die for 

the life going high but you die low
in this sky keep in mind that we die slow
all the time we on grind for what we fight for
but the light is a lie thats turn the night on

turn the light off, turn the night on
in this sky keep in mind that we die slow
turn the light off, turn the night on
in this sky keep in mind that we die slow


bridge
tell me it is worth to trading lifetime with my work for bit money for a house that never see me (see me)
tell me it is worth to trading feelings with a girl 
who only stay at me cause the kids and always tries to change me (change me)

chorus
tell me it is worth to trading lifetime with my work for bit money for a house that never see me (see me)
tell me it is worth to trading feelings with a girl 
who only stay at me cause the kids and always tries to change me (change me)
tell me it is worth to love my mum for the birth and my father for beat me cuz he never had a own dad (own dad)
tell me it is worth to live a life that drag me down, always when it can for short moments where i feel me happy..

Suicidal Imbalance (prod. aureola)

SiphonMyEnergy.mp3

I made this for some assholes... Point Proven Lmfao

Peter Griffins Hairline (Prod. By LuciferHookZ)

REDD EX - What are friends ?[Official Audio]

Falling

Rivers of gold flow through the landscape of memory, carrying the glow of dawn to the silent embers that linger in the ashes. Each clue unfolds like a reflection in water, veiled by light, rising toward horizons that bloom with a silent fire. Echoes shimmer in the sky, weightless yet eternal, until they coalesce into sparks that illuminate what was once forgotten. The journey culminates in the song of the lightweaver, where brilliance and memory dissolve into a single stream of golden time.

MY FAULT

JIMMY CHUNGO