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EverythingIsWorseAtNight

TheFloorIsLava

Prod. Reverse Playback

Cover Art by @SPIRITGARD3N

Hold the feeling close 
I don’t mean to let it go 
But lately I’ve been losing my hope 

Try to escape the cold
But it won’t leave from my bones 
Now I’m spending everyday in my coat 

You have to let me know 
If your feelings for me go 
cause it’s eating away in my skull

Pistol on my nightstand 
Right next to the Vivans 
Need something to take control 

Born to get it 
I cannot begin to say how much I really need it 
I conceal it 
I can feel it when I’m singing 
Its my meaning 
It’s the reason I’m here so I keep on scheming 
I can be like them and settle for a living 
But I’d rather struggle 
Harder than the rest 
Ends barely meeting 
But I’m breathing 
Tryna spread my word and love until my family keening 
I can see it 
Keenan in the whip with me we fleeing 
From the police sirens screaming 
Have you ever see a demon 
Have you ever 
I don’t care about the way the people see me  
Ima choose to be myself it’s come so easy 
They can say the words they choose I’m undefeated 
Playback in the function echo thru the tweeters 
Blood leaking out the speakers 
Lethal Dose the clique and that goes without speaking 

Hold the feeling close 
I don’t mean to let it go 
But lately I’ve been losing my hope 

Try to escape the cold
But it won’t leave from my bones 
Now I’m spending everyday in my coat 

You have to let me know 
If your feelings for me go 
cause it’s eating away in my skull

Pistol on my nightstand 
Right next to the Vivans 
Need something to take control 


I cant make it up I take a loss and gain a benefit
She spit in my mouth and now she calling me a gentleman 
I might die alone but ain’t no way I die irrelevant 
When I die they might dig up my bones and try to sell that shit 

Hopping up out that cherry whip angelic how I’m feeling bitch 
They tripping I go so hard but they still sleeping I dont get that shit 
I say it how it is 
I can’t tell a lie my statements real 
world would be a better place half of yall were similar 

I keep away from drama 
I been steady tryna find a way 
To call out to the gods 
And offer my mind as a prophecy 
feel it when they call on me 
I go thru life with modesty 
I tend to stand my ground and cause of that there’s nothing stopping me 

Hold the feeling close 
I don’t mean to let it go 
But lately I’ve been losing my hope 

Try to escape the cold
But it won’t leave from my bones 
Now I’m spending everyday in my coat 

You have to let me know 
If your feelings for me go 
cause it’s eating away in my skull

Pistol on my nightstand 
Right next to the Vivans 
Need something to take control

Spending Everyday In My Coat

TOOT TOOT

Produced by Dj Lil Sprite 

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$UICIDEBOY$ Ft. Night Lovell & GHOSTEMANE - Remains

DOPE FIEND (feat. INT3RN3T & Earl from Yonder)

Produced by Dj Lil Sprite 

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$UICIDEBOY$ Ft. GHOSTEMANE - Stick Em Up

Chelsea Grin - Recreant

Ouija - Spill The Sauce (Prod. Devereaux)

Bloody Screams of 17

Ouija - Dead Body Man 3 PRODUCED BY DEVEREAUX

wishy washy does she not see i don’t fuck wit sluts
pretty sorry, skinny body, bones break just for fun i tell her i can’t fuck wit you 
in fact I’m fucking through 
pretending that I’m happy with this world and the scum it brews 
Don’t play wit me 
i aint no game 
pussie bitches had to bring they gang
they claim they bang
but just know that i can see the bitch in you 
hung till you turn blue
legs is kicken body twitchen watch his soul pass through  

 dead body rotting above a laid chair 
rope tied around a neck covered by hair
face and neck turning to a deep claret
lesions where skin ripped off of his cold neck
bodies all over the place 
by my bed lays a fresh taint 
you fucks birthed these murderous traits 
you fucks should not play wit yo grave 
dumb when i call yo bluff 
fucker go numb when i enter his gut
don’t fuck wit me or the rest of bc bitch we got satan showing us some fucking love
pussy motherfucker really wanna fucken beef i beat him to bloody pulp and throw his body in a ditch
nothing but a bitch
talking real big 
mouth full of shit 
grave full of piss

i don’t fuck wit none of you

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