Produced and mixed by takizava 
Mastered by kamaara 
Cover art by theo 

Sorry nothing lasts long
Couldnt look you in the eyes 
Drugging kept the cap off 
Leaving both us traumatized 
Spent my whole life scared 
Behind me me with a wide stare 
Dreaming up a nightmare
Screaming pit of despair 

Fuck it i tried 
Aint mind it it might lie 
With timing my hands tied
Paint a life that wouldnt last long 
Fuck it ill die
For the pain of my crimes
With the hate in my mind 
Thats been fried and got a cast on
x2

lost time in a foxhole prying thoughts 
sacrificed the best parts 
couldn’t hold ‘em off
grovel back to what remain 
thump inside your chest  
spin you round 
rip it out 
no ground to gain 

mind depletes at the frontlines 
sanity bleeds
press my face into a landmine 
lie in a wide stare 
Dreaming up a nightmare
Screaming pit of despair

Pit of Despair w/ KAMAARA [Prod. Takizava]

I aint done with you bitch 
Kill ebola do the pitch 
Do the drugs hit the itch 
Cut your guts Follow sin
Hallow fit Wallow in 
Tock is thin Knot in chin 
But thought is wind So Suck my dick lil bitch
Or spin on it like its fidget 
Swallow kin of burning bridges 
Running out of precious minutes
Locked inside an endless prison
Another role another goal for gold while under supervision 
Theres no difference if im living or existence where its hidden 
Falling stuck in place ya
I cant feel my face ya
Or whats left of life a tripping time a glimpse of savior 
The love a meal im late ya
Cannot feel the faith ya 
Pay back all i owe i know deep down i wont betray ya 
But Now its like a corpse im towing 
Seeking highs forever lowing 
Empathy throw off the loathing 
Apathy bloat over showing 
I dont know the state im going 

[Biv]

Mama ain't raise no bitch
Got a couple bands and it ain't fix shit
Check my mental off my list
Stomp when I pop out
Man got no face when the lights out
They don't play that shit homie pipe down
Sit in peace I'm a geek she bite down
Thoughts talk when I stay up
Got a mind of my own got my weight up
Run run for the funds that they made up
Watered down clowns they don't really pay up
Limited time make your way up
Fuck out my face
Fuck my day up
Bitch fuck out my face
Less you pay up
Too many faces
You made up
Mothafucka never show face
Fuck a no name
Man you a bitch made 
Runnin life at my own pace
Chrome clip to my left brain
Fuck around and relocate
Face fuck the fame
I got worse by the day
Bitch it's always this way
Taught by the loss
But I'm killed by the gains
Bitch I'm killed by the gains
Bitch it was never your business
Water they pockets
But dirt for the victims
They see nobody gone miss him
Playin a system
We been caught up in a mission
They put your life on a snippet
Fuck with they fixes 
Bitch that's a one way ticket
Bitch that's a one way ticket

Makeup w/ Biv [Prod. Kill Ebola + Frdm.wav]

mix by gullyspit and dollbreaker
production by xenochiva

ANTLER BLADE (w/ GULLYSPIT) [XENOCHIVA.]

Prod: https://soundcloud.com/brvdy

LYRICS:

All of them gone
Nothing’s the same
Lost in my head
Last to remain

Dreaming of days that would be today
Today is not worth it cuz time slips away
It’s weird that I feel like I’m missing the pain
I got what I wanted there was no mistake
But with all of the anger and passion away
The person I was and I am is not the same
It’s making me feel like I’m losing something
Deep in my soul I’ve always felt hate

Why do I feel like the lost times are better
And
Why do I feel like the rain is getting wetter
Dark days arise out of days in the light
Times without war there is peace in the sky
I’m awaiting the day that I know will arrive

Arrive bitch I will be ready
Licking the blade on my bloody machete
Just run like you do
You’re fucking pathetic 

All of them gone
Nothing’s the same
Lost in my head
Last to remain

LOST TIME (PROD. BRVDY)

𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚝. 𝙵𝚟𝚔𝚣𝚡𝚛𝚘 (𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚍. 𝙲𝚁𝙲𝙻)

Circling Terror

Spotify

Entropy (god speed)

BLADE

даня ворэни.mp3

siren sounds
hit the ground explosive rounds take out a town
blow me now open throats of rodents feed the hell hounds
sell their souls 
by the pound to make some gold 
inside rolling up the mold 
doubt ill be alive and old 
young and fold

clear glass full of red liquid love prescription 
breathing walls when the tablet kick in 
old ignition burning gas to cure my livid 
let me finish get a fucking second for the explanation of my recollection why you nothing but a slutty self centered cunt with a smelly one
got a smelly tongue burning russian creme when im giving up 
livings tough prolly gonna stop it when ive had enough
way too young
room is smoked out like a frat house bet you pass out 
ask how i be drinking popping burning louder than your bowl sounds
imma fowl mouth reaper in a hoodie bow down when i come around
with the wrong crowd

AOL

KAMAARA