produced by killedmyself

completely non profit 

lyrics

stary nights without the complexes
walking bout the mountains tryna fill up all our pockets
with cigarette butts 
crave a nicotine buzz
wasnt on no bud
just dumb tryna prove my love
i was feeling quite a misfit
what a bitch

ur life is over just as its begun
she found the sun inside anothers arms
and to a brother that had sworn no harm
i think ill stay inside long until the weathers calm
she got a humble cause
tearing u in half
tryna mend ur heart
she wanna leave some scars
head
whats going on in ur head babe
eyes are feeling like an xray
honestly i think im too dazed
feeling like its been 2 days
caught up in all of my blue days
that is not worthy of news page
so how r u liking my new face
ripped the skin off of my mainframe
rolled it around in an ashtray
stapled it back onto my veins

its alright
its alright
its alright
its alright

stary nights without the complexes
walking bout the mountains tryna fill up all our pockets
with cigarette butts 
crave a nicotine buzz
wasnt on no bud
just dumb tryna prove my love
i was feeling quite a misfit
what a bitch

poetry from a diary i found buried by my headstone (killedmyself)

prod jolst x myself

run a man down in the 63s
window down aim for his chest 
window up we skrting away 
leave him dead rotten away 
we play like zombies open doors
ray gun charged let it 
mystery box is open 
we steal his shit go then 
run a man down in the 63s
window down aim for his chest 
window up we skrting away 
leave him dead rotten away 
we skrting round the back streets 
me and flowrs up and we bally'd
the toothpick browning bayonet 
run through your door and take it 

bitch u wanna talk shit i want u dead 
u should be careful i'll give u lead 
no one around u to give u the meds 
haha fuck u no one cares 
u tryna copy me 
my home furnished in tapestry 
yuh 
u wanna go w me 
ur just tryna copy meeeeee
yuh 
hook to the jaw ur gonna fall
ay ay 
im gonna stomp
yuh yuh 
ur gonna die 
ay yuh 
hop in the ride 
ay yuh 
steal ur girl 
ay yuh 
its ur fault 
ay yuh 
its ur fault 
ay yuh 

run a man down in the 63s
window down aim for his chest 
window up we skrting away 
leave him dead rotten away 
we play like zombies open doors
ray gun charged let it 
mystery box is open 
we steal his shit go then 
run a man down in the 63s
window down aim for his chest 
window up we skrting away 
leave him dead rotten away 
we skrting round the back streets 
me and flowrs up and we bally'd
the toothpick browning bayonet 
run through your door and take it

63s w/ jolst

television (prod. swaine x eric godlow)

i'll make this my own if it kills me

credits:
@jolst
@toobears
@punkworldthreat
@x1fern
@fantasycamp
@ejcarrmusic

lyrics:
autumn skies, sober lies, where the time gone
i want u in my life while i can love
i still try all the time to get off of
all the shit that i had ‘fore i lost ya
i know im in despair, subtle from over there
i’ll get outta ur hair, know i leave u impaired
all the time, u and i, know its all love
i still repair what i can cuz i gotta

i forget to eat but know im doin fine on my own
terms are settled and im spending all this time all alone
i been free, in the trees, hope ur proud of me
know it aint perfect but this life is moving hourly
send me condolences, its just sobering
i cant move forward with all this pulling
my life isnt backwards but im losing track of
the days in the month, i can’t handle a rut like this

entirely
up to what i can see
i’ll make this my own
if it kills me

autumn skies, sober lies, where the time gone
i want u in my life while i can love
i still try all the time to get off of
all the shit that i had ‘fore i lost ya
i know im in despair, subtle from over there
i’ll get outta ur hair, know i leave u impaired
all the time, u and i, know its all love
i still repair what i can cuz i gotta

last week took the shit outta me
i gotta go 2 times just to cover the fee
i cannot handle 2 lives, yet thats what i lead
i need to calm down what the fuck has got into me

i need to slow down, slow down
le-le-lemonade gonna make me slow down
i cannot pretend i aint on my own now
know that its okay i can do alone now

spotify & apple

entirely [jolst x punk]

uh huh uh huh uh huh
yeah ik u wanna get so high
roll up this blunt
private class smoking gas in the sky
popping tabs everything looks tie-dye
committing felonies on I-95
the way i drive my whip you’d think i wanna die
baby if we locked in don’t waste my t-

took her to the crib i ain’t gotta romance her
text me that she miss me i don’t ever answer
money multiplying in my wallet like a cancer
fuck around ill turn a killer to a dancer
mr. steal yo girl u should probably ask her
percocet shivers colder than alaska
crushing up the x pill hit me a little faster
30 milli addy got me preaching like a pastor
so much drugs inside my system i ain’t got no more storage
i was so damn broke i couldn’t even buy fucking porridge
like my bitches alien i like my cars foreign
should i keep my job or be a junkie which ones more important

uh huh uh huh uh huh
yeah ik u wanna get so high
roll up this blunt
private class smoking gas in the sky
popping tabs everything looks tie-dye
committing felonies on I-95
the way i drive my whip you’d think i wanna die
baby if we locked in don’t waste my t-

Uh huh (prod. silver + dilip + april21)

6ft deep

silhouettes w/ heyzbee (michael harrison)

Move away

bands too much on me i need a money counter
yur bitch fuck with me cause she knows im better :p
yuh yuh yuh
2x2 my money bitch i get too much i know
bitch boy talking down 2 shots it leave him w no soul ;(
why u tuff talking on twitter boy i kno u dont got poles
im running up the check at saks fifth u know 
bitch smoke on that gas with li @imsg thats bro
if u say i sound like him u r a troll
and i get too many racks i know
fuckin up a check i could not worry bout a hoe
why she tryna have my baby bitch i nut up in urr throat LOL

better prod me

Thank you guys for 1,000 followers on Instagram, Enjoy ! <3

CHIEFERS (Prod. By Cogito)

prod by my boi @majinaruu 💕💕

lyrics

buried alive, no-one can find me, 
I don't know why, you keep on hiding,
I got blood in my wine, live like a viking,
fucked up my life, just for one night
x2

im just smoking with my friends, like wheres the bag? lets smoke some more
I don't know if I will make it, push the clutch down to the floor,
in the snow just on my own, when ur asleep im at ur door,
nice to look at but ur sour, ur just rotten to the core,

and ur rotten,
im besotted,
I got a knife in my chest where my heart is,
line me up, id love to be your next target,
sign me up id love to be your next target

buried alive, no-one can find me, 
I don't know why, you keep on hiding,
I got blood in my wine, live like a viking,
fucked up my life, just for one night
x2

im buried alive.
im buried alive.
im buried alive.
im buried alive.

Uh huh (prod. silver + dilip + april21)

kiddamo