Prods 
@yyvern
@mic_micmicmicmic1
Lyrics:

She said I don’t make no sense 
Money come in since I left

She told me get a grip
Told her I got 10 of em 

Yea told me I got problems 
Money yea gon solve em

Make my momma proud huh
Like I’m out smoking loud  huh

sense prod @mic @yvern

Vialice likes chorizo. Vialice makes beats. Vialice makes vocals. Vialice makes videos. 

Know What Im Sayin?

try to wash your hands and touch off me 
i scrub my skin until i bleed 
till i bleed 
drown my veins in needles and i cannot stop the drinking constantly 
constantly 
when shadows start to talk to me 
they whisper truths in apathy 
every glass i raise in shame is just another way to numb the pain 
pain 

try to wash your hands and touch off me 
i scrub my skin until i bleed 
till i bleed 
drown my veins in needles and i cannot stop the drinking constantly 
constantly 
tried to push you off of me but nothing works not even screams 
when you put your nails in me you left me there right on the street

try to wash your hands and touch off me 
i just scrub my skin until i bleed

bl33d Xxxx+

faith in my gun

let me go

[Xxffcyuvcui]
I spend a band and It Came back 
Flew to Japan 
I came back 
I don’t think they heard me so play back 
You owe me some money 
It’s payback
You talk to much 
Don’t say that 
You talk too much 
don’t say that 
10 toes down I stay grounded 
Just keep it going 
Shell pack 
Good weed we smoking 
Lets keep it going
56 gang 
need a trophy 
Don’t show emotion 
No face I turn emotionless 
Don’t even know me
It feels just like I don’t exist 

[Nozoki]
Stuck in a motion goin
Don’t get high 
What’s the point of smoking 
I got all these ppl round me
It still feel like no one notice 
Two tone 
2 cover up my face
Don’t wanna show emotion
I know I won’t reach out again 
If it’ll stand for something 
 
I think too much you can say that 
I think too much you can say that 
I think too much you can say that 

I’ll hit you up on the way back 
I’ll hit you up on the way back 
Took the plane I ain’t never gonna come back 

[neonclothes]
They can not see me or be me
Look at my AP stones they blingin
Im gonna need me a minute 
Somebody give me my cup and i finish it
No im not average citizen put me in any race and im winnin it
Countin up racks off Ritalin, countin up racks off Adderal, spendin it
Passin the bag passin the load
Always stick the streets just like gum
Stick to the code
Im always ballin up, yeah, got it on my own
Smokin on kush and cigs, yeah, that is my cologne 
Big body boy, beat you like Jon Jones
I got decoys in the field and burner phones
Everyday i wake up thinkin bout puttin a Richard Mil’ on my arm
You can have my swag but you can not have my songs
Faced a 3.5 blunt then i smoke my bong
All those fuckin nights when i thought that i was wrong
Lookin at price tags, while im holding onto styrofoam

don’t exist ft.xxffcyuvcui and neonclothes

Radar Selector often shift from quiet, ambient passages to explosive walls of sound.

Bleak system

“Seraphine” unfolds like a half-remembered dream—intimate 
vocals dissolving into reverb-soaked guitars, strings, and shadows. 
Nightsorrow carries the listener through a tide of beauty and disquiet, 
where melodies shimmer and then fracture, leaving only echoes in their wake. 
It is both fragile and immense, a song that lingers at the edge of memory, 
refusing to fade.

Seraphine (Single)

Beyond the Pines (crawl)

Took four months to produce, write and mix it all. I hope you enjoy it.

let me go

killaud

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