crazy lady (Prod. Biinx)

automatic!

oh yeah

COUNT ME IN!

COUNT ME IN! (w/ SL0M0GH0$T, big based, kels! & prad)

my fault we forgot

burn

haunt

all gone

production + mixing by @lunamatic
recorded + written by me

words
wish i could go back and be sixteen again
when i had no worries bout my future plans
this cycle keeps going it doesn’t seem to end
wishing I cherished the time that we spent
i never noticed how fast that it went
i move without thinking my thoughts on a whim
child of god but the lord knows i’ve sinned
the nights that i tried to take my life
said that i’m fine while dying inside
it isn’t healthy i know i need help
but I’d rather suffer alone, by myself
don’t want you to care
don’t wanna share
my visions clear
talk but don’t hear
you know the rest
miss all my friends
wish it would end
the suffering begins

i’m not good at saying goodbye
too scared of death, not ready to die
but one day I know that i’ll flatline 
when i die, i don’t want you to cry
don’t be worried i’m doing alright

im tired of funerals
and wearing all black
and hospital beds
i hate this damn universe
i watched my friends die and i couldn’t even stop it
and i don’t know what’s next for me, running out of options
wish they could’ve grown up and blossomed
so this song is for them, I’m not stopping

sixteen

krusty krab by 4k$xy (on all platforms)

LYRICS

Shawty texting she wanna make love
Brudda told me, “Don’t go, she a dub”
Mophead, I’ma clean this shit up
Want a wife, I can’t knuck if you buck
Shawty texting, think she wanna fuck
Shots fired, make a dumb nigga duck
To the back when I walk in the club
Fuck her in the shower, like, scrub-a-dub-dub

In this bitch, I just poured me a 4
Kick the cup, fuck what I said before
Give her dick, now she begging for more
She quiet, say no furthermore
Smelling dank when I walk through the door

Shit by the day I get higher and higher
Can’t fuck wit’ you shawty, can’t love wit’ you shawty
‘Cause lil’ bitch I know u a liar
This weed got me lazy, her brain a lil’ hazy
She gon’ end up slashing my tires
Can’t be confiscated, peep my demonstration
I’m gon’ end up burning the wires

I just went up and I’m not coming down
Thanking the ones who all sticking around
Too deep in the sauce, I was just finna drown

Stacking the green, this ain’t Krabby Patty
Stain ‘em wit’ ketchup, send shots at yo’ pappy
I said order up and she made that shit snappy
He ain’t got no pickles, his dumbass not happy
Cup full of kelp, wit’ a Glock full of shells, bitch I’m feeling quite cappy
I'm pushing 200, you know you can't pass me
These niggas so mad that they can't over lap me
Cup full of kelp, wit’ a Glock full of shells, bitch I’m feeling quite cappy
Cup full of kelp, wit’ a Glock full of shells
Cup full of kelp, wit’ a Glock full of shells

krusty krab

krusty krab

kuzy!

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