On my own, you don’t want the smoke
I ain’t trust no one, everyone switching up
I was buried deep, now I’m walking dead
None this shit I see, making any sense ya ya

Constant heartache, in my chest 
I got way too many problems, everything’s on fire
Made me cut the wire, heart torn apart
Always seeing faces when I’m in the dark 

On my own, you don’t want the smoke
I ain’t trust no one, everyone switching up
I was buried deep, now I’m walking dead
None this shit I see, making any sense ya ya

walking dead (prod. metlast x thislandis)

Lyrics : 

It’s cold and I will walk alone 
On my own on these streets I roam 
It’s colder then I remember 
Will I be this cold forever 

It’s getting dark now in my head 
It’s getting dark out with no light left 
It’s getting hard to deal with all this dread 
I don’t wanna be here inside dead

It’s getting old now in my head 
And there’s no way out inside dead
It’s getting old now in my head 
It’s getting cold now inside dead 

Feeling outta this world I’m so far gone 
Feels like it’s been this way for so long 
When everything really feels so wrong 
I dive in deep and I make a song 

About these feelings in my head
Looking back on all the things I’ve said 
The signs and meanings that I’ve misread 
Tryna feel another way instead 

Feelings this way feeling dead 
Getting gone up in my head 
Feeling this way feeling dead 
Getting gone up in my head 

It’s getting old now in my head 
And there’s no way out inside dead 
It’s getting old now in my head 
It’s getting cold now inside dead

Inside Dead (prod. 19k)

stilldontknowificare (prod. crowz)

Bankai freestyle

ITS BEEN TOO LONG SINCE I DROPPED
GOTTA STAY ON THE GRIND >:)

LYRICS
<3 - <3 - <3
Raining and pouring these thoughts never end
Not getting better at making amends
Or being a friend
I hear your voice in the wind
I feel your touch on my skin
I regret everything
Thoughts of a wedding ring
Now just a memory buried within

I am pathetic, I hide behind eyelids
Gun to my temple, oh why with the violence
Death of a tyrant, stuck in this mindset
I'll pull the trigger to prove that I'm righteous

Don't talk so loud
Oh calm it down
You're breathing fast
And lashing out
Oh who's to blame?
Who's talking now?
We'll work this out
We'll work this out

Raining and pouring these thoughts never end
Not getting better at making amends
Or being a friend
I hear your voice in the wind
I feel your touch on my skin
I regret everything
Thoughts of a wedding ring
Now just a memory buried within

righteous (prod. wraithontheporch)

art by dax bailey &  wavvvydan

she said please don’t go
it’s been too much time
and you been too far gone
alone don’t you know 

but i said babygirl 
i thought you knew for sure
now im dead and gone
now im dead and gone

what the hell am i supposed to do it’s all wrong (all wrong)
i bet somebody else is in your room
i’m undone 

i’m lost so scared
i just poured another cup
said that this time it’d be different
we know sayings not enough
we could've promised it all
but someone's takin the fall

could've promised it all
someone's taking the fall
could've promised the world
still im done with you girl 

she said please don’t go
it’s been too much time
and you been too far gone
alone don’t you know 

but i said babygirl 
i thought you knew for sure
now im dead and gone
now im dead and gone

what the hell am i supposed to do it’s all wrong (all wrong)
i bet somebody else is in your room
i’m undone

undone (joalisho)

Tell me why my songs nonprofit 
They’ll talk shit about my sound but they’ll still jock it 
If you mock it then you gotta stop it 
Me and deadends just dropped another project 

And I’m still sitting all alone 
Paychecks on my phone 
New York is still cold 
But this blunt warms my bones 

Bitch I am over you 
My girl does stuff that you could never do 

Natalie
taught me to breathe 
Myself is free
Cause myself is peace 

Imagining
a better me 
Is new to me 
But its worth it now 

Fuck Snapchat, come kiss me thru the speaker phone 
Black flat cap 
I got gold on my pinkie tho 
Racks on racks 
New York is still freezing cold 
I’ll text back when this feeling starts to get old 

Fuck Snapchat, come kiss me thru the speakerphone 
Black flat cap 
I got gold on my pinkie tho 
Racks on racks 
New York is still freezing cold 
I’ll text back when this feeling starts to get old

stilldontknowificare (prod. crowz)

KayNeS

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