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MEANINGLESS END

Fuck grass allergies

(lyrics)
First of all-
Let me just state that this allergy shit really fucking with me on a different level
And it woke me up at 4 AM for no fucking reason other than it being just a silly little bitch 
And I'm done with this shit 
And I'm done with this shit 

And after that my right arm popped out my joint for a tiny little second 
Yes it popped back in, but I still feel the pain on my right shoulder
Doesn't feel like a boulder

Cannot be a menace if I'm feeling weak to grass
And yet I'm sitting here with allergies still thinking I am gas
You gotta' get rid of the grass if you're trying to show me class
But if you dare to fail your task just know that I might really pass

Pass what?
Not a class
Just pass the gas
Thank God I'm not allergic to that "grass" 
If I was then God I would harass

I like the green 
Roll it up, I point it like a beam
Smoke it up, now I cannot be mean
Honestly, I don't think I'll drink lean
Don't mind me, I'm not trynna' intervene

I've had enough!!
My time has come!!
I'll take you all!!
To a place we cannot fall!!

Listen here
I'm a man with a plan
And if you really beg to differ
I'm the man who owns Sudan

Bombing everyone
Bombing everyone
Personally I've never had this much fun
Run up on me and I'll get you with my gun
I will really make sure you will never see the sun

I went to the beach today and I did not enter the water
Did not bring my swimming shorts, was unaware of where we're going
I just laid there on the ground and let the sun touch me a lot
I'm already pretty brown I can't get darker, still it was a lot of fun

BOMBING EVERYONE (x16)

I'll fucking bomb your house bitch
I'll slap it with my big dick
Penetrate you with my big stick
I'ma give you this limp dick

Zevi - Bombing Everyone! (prod. NiggoBlock)

Seein’ Dubble w/Warlrd (prod fony wallace)

MISS HER! (ft. Malice)

my first ever synth punk song:)

Lyrics:
I only fight
for what's right
yeah my future isn't looking too bright 
my purpose i'll never find 
there's nothing good about me in this life I rather be up in the sky

I'm getting tired of your bullshit
I'm getting tired of your bullshit
I'm getting tired of your bullshit
I'm getting tired of your bullshit (x2)

i'm tired (rip to my old self) [prod.dj shmee]

prod. michael harrison

my eyes went and locked
to her pictures in the clouds
in my mind, she’s painted
think i might drown

her voice will linger on for a while
days and days getting longer 
i cant keep a smile

feeling in my hand
cold and shaky oh how
how how
r u gonna live without me dear
i want to blatantly disappear away from the world

it’s hard for me to breathe 
i have to see u again 

i suffer from long distance
for instance i’ve listened but
it doesn’t help with the pain 

i feel like i’m in a prison
in my own room i am giving up
i just want to lay in the rain

her voice will linger on for a while
days and days getting longer 
i cant keep a smile

feeling in my hand
cold and shaky oh how
how how
r u gonna live without me dear
i want to blatantly disappear away from the world

it’s hard for me to breathe 
i have to see u again

long distance

IN THIS PLACE (PROD. SONUS)

BROKEN LENS (PROD. SONUS)

Interlude ( PROD. SONUS X STARRFIELDD)

WEAPONS OF GUILT (PROD. SONUS)

Outro (PROD. SONUS)

reedsnovember - rich guy (prod. ripazure + onlyonemeh)

HOOK 1 [SHOOKIE]:
Where my bitch? Boutta dick her down
Sittin in the car, Northside, with like 50 rounds
Gotta get the money, stack it up, and pulled a figure out
Climbing to the top with middle fingers, I won't put em down
Everybody gettin 5 strikes until they're fuckin dead
I already got my 5 strikes, they're on my fuckin head
Boutta take ur head and then I fill it full of fuckin lead
He tried to run he tried to hide, but you can't run from infrared

Verse 1 [SHOOKIE]:
He tried to run, he tried to hide, I got his blood up on my face 
I got up in the car and dodge the opps, i never caught a case
I feel like Elon musk, I'm smokin za, and then I go to space
I got my dick up in their jaws fuckin up their fuckin face
Stackin up my money I js wanna see a couple commas
Chillin in the city, Southside, with a couple Llamas
Shit it rlly hasn't felt real since losing kama
Bitch can you shut your fucking mouth, bitch losin drama

Bitch, can you shut your fucking mouth and put my song back?
Anyways, tell ur bitch she got a fuckin long neck
Droppin NOVA BOMB, everybody mad, thinkin my song whack
Talk about ur bitch, I told your bitch she had a long back
Jim beam in the bottle, sippin, gettin fucked up
Grab a henny bottle, pour another fuckin cup up
Grab another mag and put it in the glock like POP POP
Rather be alone and do my shit cause I'm a fuck up

Hook 2 [SHOOKIE & IRAQ]
Where my bitch? Boutta dick her down
Sittin in the car, Northside, with like 50 rounds
Gotta get the money, stack it up, and pulled a figure out
Climbing to the top with middle fingers, I won't put em down
Everybody gettin 5 strikes until they're fuckin dead
I already got my 5 strikes, they're on my fuckin head
Boutta take ur head and then I fill it full of fuckin lead
He tried to run he tried to hide, but you can't run from infrared

Verse 2 [IRAQ]
He a little bitch boy, he think that he can top me
He steady fuckin hatin but his bitch is on my body
I know ill never make it to the top, but bitch I'm never stopping
The plug just showed me gas so u know I'm fuckin copping
Go and talk ur fuckin shit but ima get straight to the droppin
You can suck my fucking dick, bitch I'll put you in a coffin
Not that you would fuckin know but this gas it got me coughin
And it got me super high it even change the way I'm walkin
Shut the fuck up, bitch you are a fucking nuisance
Everytime I fuckin speak, you gotta hit me wit ur two cents
You're super fucking fat, bitch you need a fucking juice cleanse
And I only work in 100s I don't even rlly use 10s

I'll fuckin stomp ur head, with my boot and take a souvenir
Call me Mike Tyson, ima take ur fuckin stupid ear
Ur a fuckin pussy, havin all these fuckin lucid fears
Ur a fuckin bitch, I don't know if u did fuckin hear
Suck my fuckin dick until I cum up in ur fuckin mouth
This that fuckin music comin straight up from the fuckin south
I can't control my anger, and lil bitch I'm always fuckin loud
Not a single thing out ya fuckin yapper, that would put me down
Walkin to the beat, I think a bar, and took a fuckin perc
I walk up in the club and all these bitches start to fuckin twerk
Sorry i offended you, was born to be a fucking jerk
I got ur bitch up at my house she takin off her fuckin shirt

Outro/Hook 3 [Shookie]: 
Where my bitch? Boutta dick her down
Sittin in the car, Northside, with like 50 rounds
Gotta get the money, stack it up, and pulled a figure out
Climbing to the top with middle fingers, I won't put em down
Everybody gettin 5 strikes until they're fuckin dead
I already got my 5 strikes, they're on my fuckin head
Boutta take ur head and then I fill it full of fuckin lead
He tried to run he tried to hide, but you can't run from infrared

NOVA BOMB

NOVA BOMB REMIX (W/ SHOOKIE) [ManuGTB]

Reedsnovember - The Taste Of Your Lips [prod Fony Wallace & Young Yanabu]

Reedsnovember - u s4y [prod fony wallace & 1mains]

I really just don't want to be 

here anymore living with joints caked with rust 

 I have people that love me but  I don't feel like I am real

When around them alone is not the feeling 

But daydreaming of non existence is my ideation a suicidal fever dream flashes of horror fills my mental visional abyss that sinking deep into the depth of my heart I fear everything and everyone 

I just got a week of happiness love feeling like I could take on the world 

Final change me life but I sit here in the dead silence going over everything I've ever

Done that had taken parts of my life and stuffed them with pills vomiting up the drugs and blood 

I purge my life the last acceptance was accepting myself 

Realizing I never be able to connect to others 

Joy is less than a fleeting forgetful thought 

in a world where your force fed the shit of life until your dead 

buried 

Left to rot and be forgotten 

I never asked to be here

To be born 

To grow up in a civil hell 

I wish I never had to feel any of this 

I had hope 

Desire 

Passion 

Love

not lust 

But merging souls will it be or are we crazy insane lost full of pain and the wish to live a life I didn't have to feel like I have to end it every time my souls is soaked in flames as I look to turn I see myself digging my grave over my body I get sucked back into my surroundings where am I did I fall asleep 

How did I get to this place a place we yearn for love but are denied by our own defense mechanism  

Coping I can't anymore I'm on a war path to change this dull numb mind dead memory rotten looping cage 

The Flesh 

Is my prison but I'm on parole  

now am numb frozen locked lost deep in my mind screaming 

Vomiting 

Draining my blood just to feel what life feels like when it's moving 

There's no sound 

as the hopes and dreams break into the ground dirt of my heart beating in panic I want to trust 

I need to breath but I can't see the good that could come by the next day

Failure again 

I hesitate bowing my head in the blood I use to write my art the words of my poems 

The ink blood that drip in digital and audio waves no one will know me until I die or commit suicide 

Just another sad dead artist I'm just another dead poet trapped I don't want to leave this world I want to taste what real life desires are because this world of grey and bleak a never ending insanity tricked to make me to feel safe and sane but really I was losing my mind cutting into the vessel that traps me in this dying rotten meat suit    =

I'm so upset I could destroy everything around me but 

I can't lift a finger I'm locked in a disconnected mental state torn between malfunction and upgrading the main frame 

Reconstructing evolving 

to respond to the nightmare we are made to walk with unknowingly everyday 

 that never sleep and chase the emotion you hold close to your heart when you look in the mirror and see nothing 

My heart cries out I sense no acceptance so I withdrawal scared that I will get hurt

When all I want is the life I dreamed in the darkest place 

Where I was laid face down breathing in a never ending falling rabbit hole 

If I stay will anything change

I've work so hard and got nothing but heart aches

What it feels like 

To live in the life you will yourself without restrictions 

I Don't Want To Be Here I held hope For One Moment

|| artist, producer. SONUS, 
Latin for sound

IN THIS PLACE (PROD. SONUS)

SONUS

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