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Still smells like June

Warpy

[VERSE I: Lord of Loneliness]
ruby be pulling these hoes all over the globe
but still i'm alone putting shit up my nose
all of the money, the cars, and the clothes
it comes and it goes
one day i'll be ready to gather my bones
dig me a hole
say goodbye as my two eyes start to close
but that day ain't even close
all of yall leave me alone
leave me alone
who the fuck won't copy us?
no stopping us
she blocked me cause i'm stocking up on foxy sluts and shoddy cuffs
no roxy dust
i'm oddy nuff
the next bitch who wanna lock me up i'm knocking up
the rope in my hand keeps knotting up
i'm so tired of thinking i'm not enough

[VERSE II: Lil Remains]
pull up in a drop top
(why?)
people tryna take what's mine
(who?)
people i called my friends
(where?)
people i called my fam, goddamn
speed dial my style for a fix
(when?)
right now and i don't wanna hear shit
(wait what?)
i tell a hoe take off before i cut the dope off
living too painful to quit
i been dreaming of a reason not to paint the fucking ceiling with my brains and mypain
that's just how the fuck i'm feeling
tired of hurting
feeling worthless
is this God thing really working?
pointless searching for a purpose
meet me at my service

Sing Me a Lullaby, My Sweet Temptation

In Constant Sorrow

IN CONSTANT SORROW

I want nothing to do with you
I want nothing to do with this
I don’t got anymore patience 
I hate you and I hate this 
I hate that and I hate them 
I hate everything within
The line i draw be to thin
Hatred creep up to my chin

I hate you 
I hate him
I hate her 
I hate everyone 
Fuck up out my face 
Before I start deleting everyone
I don’t got no place
For yo fake ass tryna put me on 
Girl you such a waste
The way you tryna turn me on 
I hate you 
I hate him 
I hate her
I hate everyone
Fuck up out my face
Can’t you see I wanna be alone
I don’t got no place
For these bitches blowin up my phone
Girl you such a waste
What the hell you doin in my home

I want nothing to do with you
I want nothing to do with this
I don’t got anymore patience 
I hate you and I hate this 
I hate that and I hate them 
I hate everything within
The line i draw be to thin
Hatred creep up to my chin

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Some moments never fade.

Still Smells Like June is a memory in denim and sunlight — a song about old ticket stubs, borrowed spoons, and the kind of summer you still carry in your clothes.

Turn it up, close your eyes, and smell the season again.

Manche Momente verblassen nie.

Still Smells Like June ist eine Erinnerung in Jeans und Sonnenlicht – ein Song über alte Kinokarten, geliehene Löffel und einen Sommer, der immer noch in deiner Jacke steckt.

Laut aufdrehen, Augen schließen – und der Juni ist wieder da.

Still Smells Like June

Late September Heart is a quiet story of almosts — the words not said, the looks held a second too long, the song left hanging in the air. Set against a backdrop of worn leather booths and late-night jukebox hum, this track leans into a slow-burning country-blues feel. It’s the kind of song that doesn’t raise its voice, but lingers like smoke — steady, honest, and full of the things we don’t say. For nights when something stirs, even in silence. For what almost was.

Late September Heart erzählt leise von allem, was fast passiert wäre – Worte, die in der Kehle stecken bleiben, Blicke, die zu lange halten, ein Song, der in der Luft hängen bleibt. Der Sound: rau und warm, wie eine Jukebox in einem Diner kurz vor Feierabend. Country-Blues in seiner stillsten Form – ehrlich, zurückgenommen, und voller unausgesprochener Dinge. Für Nächte, in denen etwas bleibt. Auch wenn nichts geschieht.

Late September Heart

No One Tells You When It Starts is about the kind of change that doesn’t make a sound. A street corner, a faded memory, a version of yourself that never quite arrived — this is a story told in fragments. It’s not about the big moments, but the quiet unraveling of what once felt permanent. Some things slip away without warning. And some words stay stuck inside, long after it’s too late to say them.



No One Tells You When It Starts erzählt von den Veränderungen, die still passieren. Eine Straßenecke, eine Erinnerung, eine Version von dir selbst, die nie ganz geworden ist – dieser Song spricht von Momenten, die niemand bemerkt, und doch alles verändern. Nicht das Große, sondern das leise Verschwinden steht im Mittelpunkt. Manches geht, bevor man es merkt. Und manches bleibt ungesagt, bis es zu spät ist.


No one tells you when it starts

Berlin is not a love song.
It’s a memory you can’t hold,
a spark that burned too fast,
a night that felt more real than most days.

This track captures the wild pulse of a moment —
when someone walks into your life like a storm
and leaves before the sky clears.

You were Berlin.
Not the city. The feeling.


Berlin ist kein Lovesong.
Es ist eine Erinnerung, die man nicht festhalten kann,
ein Funke, der zu schnell verglüht,
eine Nacht, die echter war als viele Tage.

Dieser Track fängt den rohen Puls eines Moments ein –
wenn jemand wie ein Sturm ins Leben rauscht
und wieder verschwindet, bevor der Himmel aufreißt.

Du warst Berlin.
Nicht die Stadt. Das Gefühl.

Berlin

You said, “Don’t ask me where I’m from”
Lit a smoke and bit your thumb
Your laugh was sharp, your eyes were wired
A fuse that never once got tired

You moved like you were on parole
Stole my drink, then stole my soul
Said, “This night’s got teeth, don’t blink”
And vanished faster than I think

You were Berlin
Not the city, but the sin
Midnight cigarette grin
Chaos under my skin
You were Berlin
No beginning, no win
Just a storm I ran into
And hoped would never end

We broke a lock to climb a roof
Screamed the stars like it was proof
That some things shine when they’re about to fall
And some don’t need a name at all

Your boots kicked sparks, your voice cut air
You kissed like truth, but didn’t care
Said, “Nothing’s real that lasts too long”
Then vanished in a fading song

You were Berlin
Not the skyline, but the spin
A dare wrapped in a hymn
No mercy, only grin
You were Berlin
No reason, no skin
Just a heat that pulled me in
And left me high as sin

And if you vanish in the morning—
Then Berlin was real for a night

Berlin

“The Cold Don’t Lie” is a dust-covered journey through backroads, motel rooms, and quiet regrets. With razor-sharp lines like “Steerin’ by feel, not direction” and “The cold don’t lie like the heat you gave,” this song captures the raw honesty of running from a past that still burns. It’s not a love song—it’s what comes after. A soundtrack for anyone who’s ever driven just to forget.

„The Cold Don’t Lie“ ist ein staubiger Trip durch Hinterland, Motels und unausgesprochene Abschiede. Mit Zeilen wie „Steerin’ by feel, not direction“ und „The cold don’t lie like the heat you gave“ erzählt der Song von der Klarheit nach dem Sturm – wenn man weiterzieht, nicht aus Freiheit, sondern weil es keine Wahrheit mehr gibt, die bleibt. Kein Liebeslied – sondern das, was danach kommt.

The Cold Don't Lie

“It Is What It Is” is a quiet, poetic reflection on loss, acceptance, and moving on.
Set to a laid-back Americana groove, the song tells a story of betrayal and resilience – without bitterness, without drama.
Just the river rolling, the wind in your hair, and the feeling that sometimes… that’s enough.

“It Is What It Is” ist ein ruhiger, poetischer Song über Verlust, Akzeptanz und das Weitergehen.
Getragen von einem entspannten Americana-Sound erzählt er von Enttäuschung und innerer Stärke – ohne Groll, ohne Drama.
Nur der Fluss, der weiterfließt, der Wind im Haar und das Gefühl: Manchmal ist das einfach genug.

It is what it is

I passed by the diner where we used to sit
Two cups on the counter, both losing their heat
Meanwhile the silence feels like a friend
It reminds me some roads just come to an end

It is what it is
No need to pretend
The river keeps rolling around every bend
I don’t owe the past
I don’t fear what I miss
I’m here, I’m alive
It is what it is

I found Betty‘s note folded under the bed
Said she loved me once, then left instead
Ran with a friend I thought I could trust
But the past is the past
And it crumbles to dust

It is what it is
No need to pretend
The river keeps rolling around every bend
I don’t owe the past
It don’t owe me a kiss
I’m here, I’m alive
It is what it is

There’s wind in my hair, the road feels clean
I’m done chasing ghosts, done asking what it means
No shadows behind me, no need to look back
Just the hum of silence, steady and black

It is what it is
I’ve got no regrets
The river keeps rolling, no signs, no threats
No pressure, no chains
No moment I miss
I’m home in myself
It is what it is


It is what it is

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Save Me

FIRST SINGLE OFF THE KILL YOURSELF PART XX: THE INFINITY SAGA

[VERSE 1: LIL CHOPPA]

stay in the cut on the northside
hollowpoints
trigger fingers on my fucking .45
demons rising the crypt
i snort me a fat line
never gave a fuck
grew up out the mud
then i pop the trunk
grew up with the fucking robbers
always kept the mask on
motherfuckers gonna die if we take the mask off
$UICIDE how i ride bitch
$carecrow the walking shadow
Mozart with no piano
kill when i'm sleepy hollow
that mystic motherfucker that's addicted to prescriptions
xanax for the panic
mental problems you can add in
multi million owned business
you just signed a deal, bruh?
3 years passed
still broke?
and you ain't paid up
dollars i ain't touched yet
burn it for the fuck of it
infamous lunatic
you?
you just suck dick
cut throat with the deathwish
raised where the savage lives
straight out the death pit
to keep alive the triple six

[VERSE II: YUNG MUTT]

Ruby such a Misfit
Hollywood babylon can't resist it
Fuck a cop bitch
I'm ducking all these piglets
7th ward be my motherfucking district
Yeah I still got my motherfucking wrist slit
Bleeding like a pissed bitch
Scheming I'ma hit licks after licking hits of acid in her fucking split lips
Wig split just a fucking tidbit
Dick itch from ingesting pill bits
Blue bill sick of snorting powder
I'ma ditch this hunnid for 5 twentys
TSA keep testing my money
Now ima dip quick
Find me a thick bitch
Tit gripped
Tip gripped
Dick spit in her thick hips
Fuck
Fuck with me bitch I'm a-fucking-ddicted
And I don't really give a fuck what it is
Told you already that Ruby can't resist it
Big clip to my head watch that shit drip

It is what it is

BRO