Name: SOUTH-WEST [PROD. 44RICKO] by KILLJAY
Duration: 3 min 10 s
Description: demo, some more old bars gathering dust in my notes

lyrics - 
Im feeling sicker and sicker 
im working and working im tryna get richer 
I made a bag off of wickr 
I burned it on purpose on highs in the winter 
Try understand it's a hiccup 
I know that youre nervous but mumma ill fix it 
I know im not perfect but nobody is 
its a shame that I did what I did 
...It's a shame that I did what I did but I did it 
And im sick of wishing I did what I didn't 
And I don't know if I can make a decision 
And everybody tells me hold my position 
Yeah theyre all telling me to hold my position
But I'm sick of writing shit nobody listens to
Im sick of trying to cope im a prisoner
When will this end? Im fucked again 
Yeah when does this end? I guess it depends 
Im stuck on the fence Im livin but dead 
Im sick in the head forget what I said 
Fuck em all, I got my eye on the fuckin ball 
I think im fine then i suffer more
I got desires for somethin more
Am I back on that shit again?
I'd prefer you don't ask cause I don't wanna answer 
Is it bad again?
I said don't fucking ask shits not going to plan bruz
Everyone round mes got shit going on i got nothing worth telling 
These people I love asking if they can help but they know im not ready 
Fuck look at me sitting here clenched jaw
Got numb to the pain never not sore 
Guess I'm insane I was hunting for it 
Blessed all the same I got something for it 
Still fucked in the head tho
Still Addicted to meds I don't get enough rest 
I struggled and fought til the end and im finished 
Times up, come and lay me to rest 
I couldn't care less if uou like it or not 
cause I do it for me shut the fuck up 
Been looking for death in the right spots 
but you can't kill me mother fuckaa
You're doing your best but you've had it with this 
no wonder you've been falling under 
You knew you were testing your limits a bit 
yea I bet that you feel like a dumb cunt 
Since the same day I dropped die alone 
I never needed friends I been fine alone 
Why the fuck am I such a dick head 
nah never mind let me light a load 
Like I'll never learn, waiting patient till it's my turn 
Let it burn
Let me burn bitch

NOTHING WORTH TELLING [PROD. WXRST]

UNDERSTAND? [PROD. FEWTILE]

HOPELESS [PROD. CADENCE]

lyrics -
why you talking bout some shit you never had?
i was picking bumpers up outta the gutter with the lads
getting pissy spending money getting nothing back
smoking spliffys of the profits its funny it always comes to that 
spit a rhyme, rhyme with that, then i run it back 
if i had all the notes in my phones i broke i'd be done with rap 
okay i know i know i gotta keep my mental intact
like getting high and spitting raps is such a blessing and that..
i'm still a junkie with no money to my name i get it 
but something's lovely bout the way i find a way to get it 
they wanna love me til they realise in their hearts i'm not worth it
then they go on and leave, i say i fucking deserved it 
what's the point in purpose if purpose dont back the point
they switch from person to person trying to find a voice
i just used mine and i used it to make enough of a noise
now cunts are listening to me instead of therapists, oi..
whats the fucking point

BUMPERS [PROD. SILENCE]

demo, some more old bars gathering dust in my notes

SOUTH-WEST [PROD. 44RICKO]

SKARBOY x KILLJAY - WALKING ON ICE

I DARE YOU (REMIX) [PROD. HD$]

N U M B

Muks Wolf ☁ No Ticks ☁ [Prod by Yung Slav]

Spacing off a cap I call it Astro, 
Travelling and taking over maps just like I’m Castro.
Only comfortable up in the hood it’s like I’m back home.
Where the crack smoke is everywhere we treat it like tobacco.
I’m hitting the streets like Chrystal 
I'm taking over the game.
Bombing like the missles in the middle of the Ukraine.
Throw me up on a beat bet its slapping like sticker names.
Bet it up born up with the sauce that shits boring I’m dripping paint.

Graffs my main bitch
Rap my hoe on the side.
Fuck the fame steady 
I’m getting up eveynight.
Climbing heaven spots 
But I see that you scared of heights. 
See the car stop we ain’t run till we see the lights. 
Chase, 
Only run from coppers I’m hitting fences like home invasion, 
Keep a couple mops like a cleaner up on his normal day shift, 
Hitting Everyday since The age of ten that’s some deadication 
You some toy soldiers get out the field boy you need some training.

I just wana go Allcity.

Know I Keep a can just like an alcoholic.
The council really want it Gone but we ain’t bout to stop it.
No money but I’m walking in and walking out with polish.
Fuck the coppers they got a bounty on us 
From belton popping.
Ironlak up in the bag its like a ounce of kronik.
Leaving Throw ups everywhere just like about to vomit.
Knuckles to fuckin quick it’s like I’m out with sonic.
All you keep on talking shit while I’m just out here bombing.
Growing up I just wanted to meet Askew.
I was like seven watching Phat one and Can two.
Back in whanganui painting a wall up the avenue. 
We ain’t have to paint so we stole it homie it had to do.
Ozzy export outa super cheap, 
Buy the 223.
Buffer got the walls all naked just like Nudist beach.
Fuck em hit all up daily like it’s a new routine.
Now my Lungs are bleeding off all of the dirty fumes I breath.

AllCityDripping [Prod ARTEM MUTNY]

demo mixed by me 

the same people i hold close are the ones i should be avoiding 
had the same conversation too many times to ignore it 
im fucked up in the head and im not scared to admit it 
i got demons saying life isnt worth it and i should quit it
i think im probably pushing it with all these pills
i dont give a fuck at this point im just keeping shit real 
i wake up and ask myself why the fuck am i still here 
i wake up wishing i could just disappear 
sometimes i remember how good ive actually got it 
then i start missing her and i get straight back on it 
i been smoking the same shit since 2013
thats 6 years straight flipping packs since 16
still rock the same jeans and double xl tees
6'3" '96 on the 12th of the 6th..
ive been the same since day dot i always knew i was sick
finna smoke a sack of green and bend your bitch over the sink
dead boy walking not hearing you when you talk to me 
run on my own agenda not flippin until the coffin 
i guarantee you im not stopping 
im up late night most nights sittin and smokin chronic 
blacked out lay another track down 
hit it from the back, nah i dont want you back now 
i put my old feelings up high upon the shelf and forgot about em
forget about it bitch get your head around it 
i made my own lane and im not gonna let em in 
i got a secret i cant tell em cause i dont know what it is 
im a freak with a flow that could put you in a pit g,
they can see im gonna blow they tryna finish me 
i cannot see or hear the clones or the mini mes 
fuckin listen g i do not fuck with what youre spitting 
you cannot compete with me..
better duck bitch once again i came to wet em up
5th time this month and i dont even have a gun
dont try to bring yourself up or try pulling me down to your level you pissweak little cunt
ive fucking had it if you couldnt pick it up
scenes full of trash and i came here to clean it up 
i got sick of bagging it up and its all just music now 
i finally had the guts to give up, but i am clueless how 
the tides just seemed to switch themselves up
im on the rise these other boys be out here packin it up 
im cuttin ties with everyone thats showing me fake love
i know youre just hitting my line to try and get a leg up
i dont know why they still be trying they just do not let up
i promise homie ill be fine without your feature bad luck 
since a young mother fucker i had plans to live it up
got you sprung mother fucker think its time you give it up
why the fuck they always talk about the same shit, lame bitches 
i be on some other shit my game way different 
the fuck they tryna be up in the same whip, lane switching?
i be on my own shit i stay a safe distance
bad boy baby im the only one that does it like this 
right quick im boutta level up like ten times with it 
made the choice to ride with it
made decisions high as shit
shit got iffy with my bitch i told her this is how it is..
i told her this is how it is yea i got plans of getting rich i aint tryna have no kids...
kill

SOUTH-WEST [PROD. 44RICKO]

KILLJAY

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