Thoughts and Ones · Who can call himself the Victor

Know I told you I don't really smoke
Normally I don't but tonight we should roll up
I know you like to get high when things get low
Brought a paper plane for you so we go up
Blowing O's up 
While I'm throwing O's up
Drink is pour'd up
Vodka wit Soda
Only pulled up
Cuz she seen me blow up
And she know wassup 
Like I know wassup
(Verse)
I don't mind
Said baby I don't mind 
Just tryna spend some time 
Been busy on my on grind 
Cuz I do this everyday 
I'm just tryna get paid 
Barely ever get breaks
So I smoke the pain away
Close my eyes and fade away
Shawty where yo man at
Say that he at home 
cuz he ain't have his bands up 
Bad bitch she flew so she could be with me
I can't even judge her she'd be crazy not to leave with me
Through the night your on my mind
I know that you know your a vibe
My favorite vice 
Was lowkey still hoping you ride 
Right to my side
Maybe get you open tonight 
Do what you like 
( hook )
Know I told you I don't really smoke
Normally I don't but tonight we should roll up
I know you like to get high when things get low
Brought a paper plane for you so we go up
Blowing O's up 
While I'm throwing O's up
Drink is pour'd up
Vodka wit Soda
Only pulled up
Cuz she seen me blow up
And she know wassup 
Like I know wassup 

Know

Find out
Oh U heard a lot about me
Come and find out
You should take the night off
We should have a night out
I'll pay for ya time off
Girl just take some time out
Use it as write off
Sumn I can write about 
You can tell me everything you think ya friend
Was right about 
And I can tell you everything so you can see what I'm about 
Baby we'll do everything just say it and we'll try it out
Baby Just leave everything to me
I'll do anything you need
Ya ex man was bum girl I agree 
Ya ex friend telling lies cuz she want me still 
Don't listen to her she just jealous you wit me still 
That 2v1 showed Pontential
You gave me chills
I swear to god
Had me thinking it can't be real
No need to rush 
Let's do whatever we feel
Drunk off a glass of the passion need a refill
I'm tryna get u right have good time
You gon fall in love by the end of the night
You wanna leave with me baby that's alright 
Gotta a couple things we do with our time 
Oh baby is it yes or no ion do maybes
Busy schedule ion like waiting 
But for you I been working patient 
I'm sayin we should quit playing 
Oh U heard a lot about me
Come and find out
You should take the night off
We should have a night out
I'll pay for ya time off
Girl just take some time out
Use it as write off
Sumn I can write about 
You can tell me everything you think ya friend
Was right about 
And I can tell you everything so you can see what I'm about 
Baby we'll do everything just say it and we'll try it out
Baby Just leave everything to me

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Not again 
Oh no not again 
Girl that boy don’t love you
Look at what you riding in
Girl he put you in Volkswagen 
That is not a Benz 
Maybe that boy just don’t got it
Guess I got it then
Is you hopping in
If he ain’t put no ring on it
That is not ya man
Know the name to all my songs 
But swear you not a fan
You just flew in from LA
And say you brought a friend 
Damn
It’s that time again
You feel the vibe 
You tryna slide 
At 815 again 
Say you miss me
Want my heart and want my mind again 
Tryna kiss me just to feel like you were mine again
Say wassup 
Liquor pour up
Niggas rolled up
Bitches showed up
I know what you on
Had a glo up
And you chose up 
Then you froze up
Oh no 

Oh no not again 
Girl that boy don’t love you
Look at what you riding in
Girl he put you in Volkswagen 
That is not a Benz 
Maybe that boy just don’t got it
Guess I got it then
Is you hopping in
If he ain’t put no ring on it
That is not ya man
Know the name to all my songs 
But swear you not a fan
You just flew in from LA
And say you brought a friend 

Like is you hopping in
Tryna go all night and you ain’t tryna stop again 
Tryna pick it up
Then back it up
Then drop again 
Shawty love it
Acting outta pocket yea
Let’s it’s get it poppin then 

Say down for 2 more rounds 
And then you 

Not Again

Not Again ( P. 815 )

 no love
So what am I supposed to do ooh whoa
you left me when I needed you
You telling me you need me too oooh
But there’s no love left for you Noo 
Why we gotta talk right now
I ain’t tryna hear this now
I Already know what its bout 
And you tryna blame me wow
Crazy cuz I held you down
And you still act like I made you doubt me
Like your better without me
That cool
I’m doing me 
Do you
Sorry I don’t make the rules
There’s 1 chance not two
All the shit you put me through 
And your still tryna excuse 
All of ya bad moves

So what am I supposed to do ooh whoa
you left me when I needed you
You telling me you need me too oooh
But there’s no love left for you Noo 
 

But you oooh whoa
Acting like I never did nothing for you ohha 
Say you needed but I needed you
Needed you too needed you too

But now you acting like you dont remember
Spirit changing colors like September 
Now you wanna fall off like November 
Now your heart it’s colder than December 
We was twin flames I kept the embers
We was gang girl you was my member
Be the same again prolly never
You can’t fool me twice I’m too clever 
How you questioning but dont got answers
How you stand me up but dont got standards 
Ran off with my heart I paid the ransom
Beautiful but the price was handsome
I look back and wonder how you planned 
Half the time barely understand it
But I just can’t let you do this damage
But I just can’t let you do this damage 

No Love ( P. 815 )

3:25 on a Sunday 
And I know yo nigga mad right now
Well so is my bitch 
Tryna throw it back right now 
you know what it is
Got damn pipe down
Right now
You gon fuck around
And make a nigga have to put his hands in ya mouth
While a nigga go down 
Said you fuckin wit city ima take you down town
Ooh
Yea I what you tryna do
Girl it’s just me and you
I can put on P2
Or have you seeing colors and shi
Girl is there a freak in you
After freakin you
We can chill have a lil moment 
Know I brought the weed here too
Fashion nova comin off
Vicky secrets on give me what I want
Hit that to the morn 
I love hearing you Moan
Screaming for more 
Oh that’s yo man at the door 
You don’t give fuck
Yea it’s been that way
You know I can't stay
So girl i can't play wit ya body 
You look like somebody 
Look just like Mariah 
Look just like Kehlani
Look just like Senaa
Look just like Normani
Baby you on fire
Anytime you want it
Girl I
Know what you like
I'm tryna slide 
might stay the night 
I'm on that time
"3:25 On A Sunday" feels like a memory you weren’t ready to revisit. It’s slow, reflective, and soaked in that post-argument silence—the kind that lingers long after the words stop. The production floats while the lyrics unravel what it means to miss someone in real-time.

It’s not just about what happened. It’s about what almost did.

Written, produced, and recorded by 815.



325 On A Sunday ( P. 815 )

When man seeks to kill how can he be the king of nothing the Victor of None !Through stark verses and a chilling refrain, Sceptre of Mortal Sin is a lament for a world where bullets speak louder than bread, and power hides behind condemnation. It asks who can truly claim victory when our common humanity is shattered by violence. This is not just a song — it’s a call to look into the whirlwind of hatred and ask what kind of future we are forging.

Thoughts and Ones · Who can call himself the Victor

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