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this is how i feel most of the time crazy hectic chaotic. so for the time being this is my life in a nutshell.

Chaos

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Community Service Vol. 4

Hard In The Paint (feat. C Murder, Dj Slab1 & J Dawg)

Fell From The Sun - TOY and Jane Weaver

Shakewell - Sleeping Bag (prod. Mikey The Magician)

vocal: by A$AP Rocky
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VERSE I: RUBY DA CHERRY

they figure me a dead motherfucker
romeo da black rose
shedding petals
hold me over until they finish digging me a hole
i need a new beginning so i tip toe behind my foe's bitch
unzip, i'm throwing it into that bitch's hole
calling all my enemies the same place where that dick go
fuck an online pussy boy 
talking shit
acting like it was a brick thrown through a window
sticks and stones might break my bones
but words will never hurt me
some slick hoes might catch me froze but soon they will desert me
get rich blow that smoke in o's
don't ever act so thirsty
sick diss though
fuck all this 
slowly die before i'm 30

VERSE II: SLICK SLOTH
isn't it so convincing how that blade slide across my throat
coke residue all in my nose
couple graves dug for my foes and it goes on and on
my girlfriend calling my phone
ain't seen her in about a week
this depression got me weak
ever wake up everyday and you want to die?
life going good 
can't figure out why
blank walls all around me keep the pills near by
play with the nine and then i close my eyes
$uicide only thing gonna gratify this urge to leave
can't you hear my plea?
i'm down on my knees

Tape

KILL YOURSELF (PART IV)

Cones Of Dunshire Ft. Shakewell (Prod. $lim Gucci)

@aimless-beats

hey, everyone is someone at least a little bit different online
don't be scared to be honest, okay?
love you
<3

LYRICS:
we all got internet personas
internet personas we hide behind
we hide behind

we all got demons deep inside us
demons deep inside us we try to hide
we try to hide

i forgot who it is i truly am long ago
but i'll keep searching for it while i can

i knew a boy who could outline a shape in a second
that's display was eclectic in a way that was second to none
he had a hand than swam like fish in the seas
and a penstroke that'd bring any critic to his knees
it was beautiful, flowing like the blood inside my artieries
he painted hearts as targets and was practicing his archery
mastering the artistry he carried in his chest
until at best it was a godsend, and worst, it was a part of me
'til suddenly... things began to seem different
moods dissipated into blue and grey pigments
but surface-wise his screen names were never inefficient
as a method to communicate that happiness was with him
so a couple thousand people saw a perfectly inoccuous complexion
while i was tryna talk him through depression
the lesson to be learned is that your heros aren't invincible
just normal folks who often need expression, so pause and leave a message...

if you want; they'd probably appreciate it...

...internet personas
internet personas we hide behind
we hide behind

we all got demons deep inside us
demons deep inside that we try to hide
we try to hide

i forgot who it is i truly am long ago
but i'll keep searching for it while i can

i knew a person who could cultivate the words that they aligned
in a way that could coerce a train to fly
a perfect state of mind in which to learn creative rhymes
until their person was emburdened by the verses they designed
and they began to lose their touch...
the little quirks in all their writing became terse and uninviting
and ingesting any lettering they surgeoned into life
instead of being entertainment was inert and just absurd and all the work was fucking tiring
and suddenly... they were writing less and less
in spite of their success they saw no light and second guessed
the creativity they harbored in their heart
there's only so much fucking artwork you can make 'til you forget the way to start
so a couple million people saw some dipping in the frequency
of music while they fought idiosyncracy
that slept as mental illness... and woke as some peculiar train of thought
that masqueraded as a symptom of a hindering deliquency

i hope that all these words have made you think of me

internet personas, internet personas
we all got internet personas, internet personas (x7)

Tropiie

Kset

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