BROKEN RECORD (PROD. Discent)

blends of r&b + a psychedelic beat = a good time

Lyrics: 

Baby can we take the long way home?
I don’t wanna go back too soon
If it means I can’t be with you
So catch all the red lights, all of the stop signs
Normally I hate to see brake lights
Spots in my vision cuz they’re way too bright
But I think I’ll be alright as long as you’re next to my passenger side

Baby can we take the long way home?
Baby can we take the long way home?

Waiting, yeah you got me waiting
Press the brakes on all the time we have 
I’m tryina save it
Hold it, when we stop, no rolling
‘Less you tryina roll, give me a flame and I can spark it
You my day one, never doing me wrong 
Remind me where I came from 
So I want it to last long
Boy don’t take me home too soon
Find another reason to keep me with you

Baby can we take the long way home?
Baby can we take the long way home?
Can we, baby can we?
Baby can we take the long way?

WAY HOME (PROD. Bloom)

LYRICS:
I just wanna go to sleep
I don’t wanna feel these things 
I just wanna go to sleep
I don’t wanna see these things
Visions of you with somebody else
My nightmare is if you felt nothing for me
I can’t believe my eyes
Why do my dreams wanna make me cry?
I’m screaming out that you’re all mine
Because if you weren’t I think I’d die
Put me to bed but don’t fill my head with
Pictures of you not in my life
I just wanna go to sleep
I don’t wanna feel these things
I just wanna go to sleep
I don’t wanna see these things
You’re all mine, you’re all mine
Nobody else’s, you’re all mine
You’re all mine til the day that I die

MINE (prod. poppa)

lyrics: 
Way I mix my potions, you can call that shit forensics
Dopamine reactions, make you think that I’m a chemist
I been workin, achin, i aint sore that’s why my wrist is
I always known better than to fuck round with these bitches
Alright, i’m fine
I really aint got time, no
Got a pretty lil thing on the side
But am I gonna make her mine tho
Just sayin, i’m feelin
You geekin, i’m geekin
Let’s fly out for the weekend
Cold as my favorite season
Way I mix my potions, you can call that shit forensics
Dopamine reactions, make you think that I’m a chemist
I been workin, achin, i aint sore that’s why my wrist is
I always known better than to fuck round with these bitches

I don’t wanna lose you got no interest in these bitches
I need you in my life but lately girl you keep on trippin
Alright and I’m high
My phone stay hella dry
I wanna see you baby come and spend some time tonight 
I might call that shit forensics
Everything we make is fucking sick lil bitch admit it
I just woke up faded way too faded, I can’t hear shit
The way I mix my potions you might think that I’m a chemist

Way I mix my potions, you can call that shit forensics
Dopamine reactions, make you think that I’m a chemist
I been workin, achin, i aint sore that’s why my wrist is
I always known better than to fuck round with these bitches
Alright, i’m fine
I really aint got time, no
Got a pretty lil thing on the side
But am I gonna make her mine tho
Just sayin, i’m feelin
You geekin, i’m geekin
Let’s fly out for the weekend
Cold as my favorite season
Way I mix my potions, you can call that shit forensics
Dopamine reactions, make you think that I’m a chemist
I been workin, achin, i aint sore that’s why my wrist is
I always known better than to fuck round with these bitches

FORENSICS ft. Reverse Playback (PROD. Gadgett & JohnnyRed)

Back and I’m better
But I ain't Bryson Tiller
Cheema is the name
Ain’t nobody realer
I'm a big deal-a
That's just how I’m feelin
Passin homegrown, never pop-pillin
Room ain’t got no ceiling, car got no roof
I'm a big dog, like Uga I go roof
I be in the boof, I be on the boof
I been livin fast you can ask Playback that

Cheema and Kitty, bitch
You know South girls do it better
Atlanta to H-town, baby

I could never fill a void with some pussy
I could Neva say I like you and stay fucking looking
Out the kitchen and still cooking
He not my man, he still looking
We are not the same
Been in it
I know a player’s game
No side piece
Bitch I needs be the main
I don’t dance bitch
I ain’t here to entertain
I know after there’s never no complaints
Cheema and Kitty
Boutta put your girl to shame

Back and I’m better
But I ain't Bryson Tiller
Cheema is the name
Ain’t nobody realer
I'm a big deal-a
That's just how I’m feelin
Passin homegrown, never pop-pillin
Room ain’t got no ceiling, car got no roof
I'm a big dog, like Uga I go roof
I be in the boof, I be on the boof
I been livin fast you can ask Playback that

Burning on the rubber I’m whippin through downtown
If I see the number on the dash then imma freak out
Drive by, roll thru, who are you? Old news
If you see me drop the top I promise I’m gon shoot
Yeah I keep my circle small- old friends, not new
I don’t really wanna talk, I might just go mute
I ain’t got nothing to say to these dudes
Except for one thing
You snooze, you lose
Like ooh

BOOF ft. Kitty Kapone (PROD. HVLL)

Lyrics:

Thought you were an angel
What happened to your halo?
Baby you so far from heaven
You know how these things go
Corrupted by material
Wouldnt say you’re spiritual 
I saw your potential 
Am I stupid to be hopeful?

All I know is that you’re mine at the end of the night
All I know is if you want this for life, dont do me wrong, do me right

If your momma wouldnt be proud, should you do it anyway?
Forget about me for a second, think about what she would say
She would be ashamed to know you fuckin with these lames
You had the whole bag, man you had the whole everything 
Pretty, nice, wife-type, smart and I like what you like
They weren’t anything like me and that’s what keeps me up at night 
No way you can justify, I’m so fuckin traumatized 
Trying to move on but I can’t act like everything is fine

Thought you were an angel
What happened to your halo?
Baby you so far from heaven
You know how these things go
Corrupted by material
Wouldnt say you’re spiritual 
I saw your potential 
Am I stupid to be hopeful?

All I know is that you’re mine at the end of the night
All I know is if you want this for life, dont do me wrong, do me right

ANGEL (PROD. eeryskies)

ALTRUISM(PROD. Ocean Beats)

WILL HE- Joji cover (PROD. Regreat)

DEMONS

SLOW ft. Whetto Boyer

SESH ft. Chubbz.m4a

GHOST

NAME

ACHERON

SOTE (PROD. Metlast X Scryer)

MISS ME, FORGET ME (PROD. Axhton)

WELL WISHES (PROD. Nxcturnal)

FIVE DEGREES- Lil Peep Cover

SWEATER WEATHER- The Neighbourhood Cover

TOXIC CITY- Lil Peep Cover

HAIR DOWN- SiR Cover (REPROD. Mike Stackz)

I had to post this so many times I wanna cry this better work bruh

EYES ON FIRE- Blue Foundation Cover

are u ready to get trippyyy anddd flippyyyy

PSYCHEDELIC (PROD. Cue Sheet)

JUST LIKE U (PROD. Ricci)

Lyrics:

Gotta keep to myself because everybody leaves
Vision go green no not envy talkin money trees
Jumpin in the bag so I guess it’s no friends for me
I just talked to god I gave him thank yous and a please
Pressure on me when I’m riding ducking the police
I can be in charge all that I’m needin is the keys
I be in my thoughts and man I swear they are a tease
Rippin up my tongue on burns like 300 degrees

It’s hot so hot sweating underneath the spotlight
Stress me out I can’t even stand the thought like
My oh my what a beautiful disguise I’m wearing today 
I hope that I do not cry 
Just seeking shade to block the sun out of my eyes
Under money trees that’s all I need
Ooo money trees ooo money trees
Ooo money trees ooo money trees

Wake up in the morning and I’m thinking about bread not breakfast but the money I should’ve said that instead
Go sweeter w some honey need a little bit of drip 
Get the ice once twice let it melt on my lips

It’s hot so hot sweating underneath the spotlight
Stress me out I can’t even stand the thought like
My oh my what a beautiful disguise I’m wearing today I hope that I do not cry 
Just seeking shade to block the sun out of my eyes
Under money trees that’s all I need
Ooo money trees ooo money trees
Ooo money trees ooo money trees

CHEEMA

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