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* Instrumental: "Mt. Rushmore" - @TWACharlesH

T-Shirts in The Mail

Remix of "Kevbcudders" from White Sex Sings Vol. 2 featuring Hambino

Kevbcudders Rmx

Paper Planes (F. Murph Dirt)

* F. @HambinoTWFS
* Instrumental: "Stay" by @TWACharlesH

Drink in hand while she's confessing and mace in hand while she walks the street. She paid her fare for the bus's seat while tingles grow starting at her feet. 
* fade 
Hours into her journey: endless stare as he falls asleep, while her despair doesn't even blink. It stings and sinks into her drink.
* repeat
Nothing on him. He's never downtown because the counterpart is. 750ml down with a problem well hid; men sang aloud about his bits.
* fade

Fade (F. Hambino)

* F. @HambinoTWFS
* Instrumental: "Hardwood Classics" by @TWACharlesH

Lies (F. Hambino)

* F. @HambinoTWFS
* Instrumental: "Call My Name" by @TWACharlesH

Google Me (F. Hambino)

* Instrumental: "Closer Than Ever" by @TWACharlesH

I'm a new soul working in soles with two left feet with blisters showing.
I groan, "I'm grown, my picture says so,"
*Picture*: Two left feet with blisters showing in a home that's known for sex that's cold, food that's drove and Saturday shows.

Home then phone? Your blisters show. Within' reach, I clean my own. In a see-through shell like Michael Cole, we said rude things and took out loans. We traded blows for woes and blow and shed our skin to be new souls.

F'n Crows and Gucci clones replace my need for purple throws. Tea-tree leaves me feeling queasy... three weeks had this feeling easy... now it's like it's 2015 and I miss the thrills of eating.

Now that passed, don't think of your past. It's a DailyBurn to accomplish that task. Your Tweets don't last and neither will drags, neither will fat... might as well grab your overpriced mat and validate that. Get them back! Get on your back!

New Soul II

* F. @HambinoTWFS
* Instrumental: "Can I Chill?" by @TWACharlesH

Burn that village down
Now I'm living under the ground
Two floors up with a jar turned cup
       next to glass that's turned brown
Burn that village down
Where did you learn to love?
Where did I learn to run?
A head-dropped sun watched on as you burned that village down

Where did I learn to love?
Where did you learn to run?
Where did we learn to leave a village burning in the sun?

Village (F. Hambino)

You don't know much but you blew us up. Powered up, this cluts will fuck up our kids and down his dick while I keep working as I always did. Self made crib that I sleep within, missing my mom like a trapped Infant. Maybe I sinned and you're satan? Maybe I'm slim and you're dating.

Periods kill when we spell like this-- a myriad of thrills just to quell our bliss. You can't live well while the other exists. Speech to text with malicious twists... and all for what? A jar for cup? We're products of our parents' bluffs, mine from afar and your's close up.

Artwork by @jtay6969
Instrumental: "One Chain" by @TWACharlesH
F. @dblack25

One Chain (F. D-Black)

Instrumental: "Orbal Pool" by @TWACharlesH
Artwork by @jtay6969

Once in tune, the townie drew his sword: a pint of brew at noon. He delved into a nasty tune-- one about a lasting feud, one he calls a bitter duel, one of which he wants removed.

A man on a lake
can't be fooled
A man on a lake
can't own pools

The townie sings of a drive alongside the mountainside. He told us that his car was white and how it almost died that night he stayed all the way to the right. He feels now like those truckers might:

trapped in strife
meant for life
as if she was his wife 

@HambinoTWFS:

Man on the lake
Like bard
I been goin hard
Crushing Philly runs
Or runnin out to cut
Up Philly cigars
We on the bleachers
Catch a wiff a smoke
A glimpse of the stars
N get reminded just how
Little we are
N tell em ima be great
Just put me on the hook
Or bridge or guitar
I'm blastin’ off
I go from earth
Right to the middle of mars
Been on my own
Been on my guard
My bro and sister were gone
Been thru the warrs 
Look at my hart it's tarched
N riddled wit scars
kept swingin
fuckin stayed here
i had my weapon swingin
pwnin n00bs before you came here
i had my hand up on a big bag o dolja
my tool aint in a holster
yellin if you want me
come and get me ima roast ya
ay dontchu kno dowwwwn
in the bay they call me philly mon
been chief in like a indy ann
and ballin like i’m griffey’ son
I’m game no practice
on the green like the masters
light the dutch master after
the action n all the blood splatter

Man on a Lake No. 1 (F. Hambino)

Featuring @HambinoTWFS
Instrumental: "Comes out The Same" by @TWACharlesH
Artwork by @jtay6969

On Xbox with racist talk with my cobra on. 
"Report this fuck!" 
Don't you wanna ban him? 

See through tops and poolside shots, man Facebook rocks.
My hands on cock-- don't you wanna ban him?

One week pops and one week off, he's got a lot of angst and Fox. 
You don't wanna ban him.

"Make him stop- it's the man in socks with New Day Pops and MAGA hat on top." 
Don't you wanna ban him?

"Drown him with a ban on top" from the man up top.

Ban Him (F. Hambino)

Featuring @dblack25 and @HambinoTWFS
Instrumental: "Get Lost" by @TWACharlesH
Artwork by @jtay6969

He didn't even need you

And when he said love
He didn't even mean you

But when he says fuck
He definitely means you

But when he said love
He didn't even mean you

He didn't even need you

Relax, Relapse (F. D-Black & Hambino)

F. @dirtgod
Artwork by @jtay6969
Instrumental: 'Brother' by @TWACharlesH

[dirt.]
Testify my love for you 
I don't know how I feel bout you 
I'm day-to-day and pill-to-pill
Drunk and sloppy, spilling my guts

This beat has too much soul
My heart is a hole 
My soul is a void
You're talking to me
But I know your intentions
I've no means to save you 
You'll only betray me
I'm over it really
But do you still miss me
Do you still hate me?
I don't really miss you 
But I'm dying to fuck you again

[KS]
You're broken; you're testifying. 
The morning after you got away with three, you got away from me.

[dirt.]
It's all a joke.

Relax, Relapse (F. D-Black & Hambino)

GLAM