we need better than this shi … cmon dusty?!?? we went from dead end and one night stand , to this garbage cmon bro !!!!

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9 to 5 (Prod. Pacific)

5 New songs to add on to my project Life of The Party<333

DANCING WITH U (Prod. Klimlords)

WAITING...

WAITING…

set your body on fire 
set your body on fire
scream 
let me see that ash pile up 

set your body on fire 
set your body on fire 
black finger tips 
scratching skin 
while business friends conspire 

(can we get loud
please can we get loud 
letting me down 
you really let me down 
now i wanna get out 
please can we get out 
everything’s inked 
that’s what it comes down to)

burning up a cross 
on your front lawn 
kicking up bones 
at the grave yard haunted 
lost on a lone haul 
clock gettin louder than a heart beat 
rippin up outta your chest 

feels like a part of you’s already dead 
feels like a bullet inside of your head
feels like an animal born in a slaughter house
never given the pittance of chance 
pity pity crying out your eyes you’re embarrassing 
dripping in fire got tears made of kerosene 

you lie on your side 
flames in your eyes 
Ashfall Ashfall 
1995

(can we get loud
please can we get loud 
letting me down 
you really let me down 
now i wanna get out 
please can we get out 
everything’s inked 
that’s what it comes down to)

set your body on fire 
set your body on fire
scream 
let me see that ash pile up 

set your body on fire 
set your body on fire 
black finger tips 
scratching skin 
while business friends conspire

ASHFALL 1995

Someone told me 
Stay away from places making you lonely
I said, keep quiet
Tell that shit to readers digest, 
I don't wanna hear another word out your fucking mouth keep quiet
No compromising 
No perfect rhyming 
No emphasizing the situation arising
No switching sides and
No socializing, Ima redesign 
Every brick on the wall of the world in my own way
Somewhere, somehow 
We'll turn that life into right now 
Someday, we'll both say
We've come so far from the old days
I say, you say, sinning all until Sunday
I pray, then you pray, don't ya know none of that goes away
Worship on the cross, scraping up your shit
Just to miss out where it costs, service full of hypocrites 
So baby can you please rapture me, please rapture me
And wherever I go look out for me, 
Somewhere along the middle our halves will meet
I don't need nothing else no need please
Please, Please, Please, Please

OLD DAYS

Splitting in 2 equal halves of a heart
My body is here but my mind is not
One laughs at the other as they fall apart
Now this is where the st-
One house one home
One man one soul
No peace no calm
No -- no mom
No sound no noise
No grief no joy
Hell bound hell bound hell bound
Kill fuck destroy
Cause nothing really matters in the end
And there’s nothing else
There’s nothing you can do to take the rue up off the shelf
So keep it all to yourself
Think about it by yourself
You are now the god of your own personal hell
Splitting in 2 equal halves of a heart
My body is here but my mind is not
One laughs at the other as they fall apart
Now this is where the sto-
They want me dead I know they want me dead
I know all of this can’t just be inside my head
I’m not trippin don’t tell me I'm slipping again
If you’re not with me then you must be with them
Introducing tonight’s amusement
Jumping through hoops
While caving the roof in
Here’s the performer
Here to perform his last trick
Center stage hear the sound of a gun click
(yeah)
6 strings picking in between 2 chords (chords)
so In sync ringing in a million hoards
My instincts kicking in somebody’s at the door (who's that)
In an instant he’s standing in my shadow on the floor (who are you)
“A musician” he says with his hands out for my guitar (what)
I blinked quick and handed it to him while still in awe (stand back)
He said .. 
You’re the man i’m looking for
Let me show you something sweet
To make the whole crowd roar
Splitting in 2 equal halves of my heart
My body is here but my mind is not
One laughs at the other as they fall apart
Now this is where the story ends

TROUPE DE POISSON

hey mama, can you tell me something please
Is the world flat or round
Where is happiness found
Why is the sky so fucking blue
Hey mama, what do I..
What's worse, landing in the leaves or the dirt
Baby I'll let you go first keep cursing my birth
For making me walk this earth
You either hurt them or get hurt so
Imma shoot first
Being born under a curse you only get what you deserve
That punishments earned 
But it ain't nobody's concern 
Fuck it all let em all burn
Hey mama, can you tell me something please
Is the world flat or round
Where is happiness found
Why is the sky so fucking blue
Hey mama, what do I do

BLOOZE

DUSTY

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