lyr
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yuh me and homiecide flippin bricks 
in the hood
bitch im in the back woods i aint rolling 
no wood 
he aint gonna fuckin pushup i wish he fuckin would
juulaide askin me to slide i just did so (some) cus i could
that boy down and he broke + he live in the hood
i dont live in the hood im wit homie in the woods
pushup on his fuckin block cut his head off like the cartel
he aint gonna touch me? damn thats a hard sell
bitch im in the trap whippin curry aint no denzel
asking where he was when you heard that yo mans fell
posted in the function aint no games like a hand-held
got this shit up on my own i aint got my hand held
bitch i got this shit up on my own i aint get no hand outs
yuh pullup to his block every house is getting fanned out
so we give him cold air pussy boy tryna catch me slippin but im over there
and best believe when me and her are fucking she gon hold my hair <3
wrist shining like solar flare bitch my chain got radiation 
cypherine tour worldwide yeah we go across the nation
purple eyes like rinnegan planetary devastation 
thats the typa shit we on he get clipped like compilation 
thats the typa timing like he get cut up operation
that bitch telling fake stories whats with all the deafemation?
saying he gonna slide he full of shit jus like some constipation
walk into the club take a bow like a nomination
and he pillowtalking on me spreading lies yeah they propagating
toolie at the club all 3 points like its domination 
icing out my wrist and joints aint no time for conversation 
im like "whats your fucking point? fuck you and your population!"
two twin glocks yeah they conjoined now his blood is coagulating
#CY touchdown like the fuckin bucks do a celebration 
me and twin we never gave no fucks these hoes so invasive
yall are fake rangers yeah you wish you had some camo
bitch i got a white plugg he look at me like "damn bro!"
bitch i got a fuckin chop im shootin till i have no ammo
bitch im cookin in the kitchen watch me flip this fuckin pan hoe
duffel bags up in the ditch im steady gettin to these bands though
bitch im posted late at night im finna pop a fucking benzo
and im walking out the bank im flipping through this fucking bread dough (doe)
and im walking out the bank im flipping through my fucking chedder
anything that boy can do you know that im gon do it better
we finesse him for his racks we gon put them (him) in the shredder
yeah my shooter mexicano he a certified beheader
BITCH I PUT YALL ON THE GAME I BROKE IT LIKE A BETA TESTER

BITCH!!

#cypherine 

cartel plugg prod dj homiecide

vaitreya&stxklen we⒯▓sⓚin

this track weird

might take it down when im tired of it

relapsinnn

prod me
w/ @ocelotbruh

https://open.spotify.com/album/5llvOVtQjK3Yg6gpXPUeEW?si=kRLkEAx7SMGVURVq1dEHgA

insta: ily.rlax

propane w/ ocelot prod me

kirk (juul)

#work prod me

190 prod me

prod @sngomi
shwty in my msgs im tryna slut h3r out
i h8 it w3n she speak🗣 but i luv it in her m0uth
she fw me cos im diff frm the crowd
always made my own choices always had my own sound🔊
dey laugh @me :( im not a clown🤡
it getz 2me wen im feelin down :/
im not a jester🃏 
i t4ke these drugz wen im feelin xtra
poped a p1ll 💊 now im feelin better
feelin better
im feelin better
dnt w8 for me im nt coming soon
sometimes i feel like im fukkin doomd
im temporary like the moon🌙
c me on the sunset view🌅
fuk my current life lets start new
we'll create something just me x u

Moon ⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆. 私は月のように一時的なものだ

Was it a mistake 
to call you again 

or was it just fate that you even answered

 make me feel safe make me feel better 

even though I  know your probably just bored but 

I won’t cry I wish I could tho

 tell you how much I miss your touch

  and how much I want you again
Please tell me you love me again
 

Late night talks to drunken walks
 I see you in my hazy thoughts 

I look for you when I am lost 

I wait for you until I rot 

Don’t know why I can’t handle my shit 

 Even though I try not to make you upset 

Running down my thighs tryna make me forget 

Stare into your eyes tryna make you forgive me 

Wanna let go 
Don’t think I can tho 

Staying inside 
Firing candles 

Made me feel nice 
Made me feel special 

Even if I know your all in my head though 

Get me high just to make me cry 

But it feels so nice that I can’t deny it 

All you do is lie you try justifying 

You fuck up my high you fuck up my life 

I won’t cry I wish I could tho

 tell you how much I miss your touch

  and how much I want you again
Please tell me you love me again
 

Late night talks to drunken walks
 I see you in my hazy thoughts 

I look for you when I am lost 

I wait for you until I rot 

Don’t know why I can’t handle my shit 

 Even though I try not to make you upset 

Running down my thighs  tryna make me forget 

Stare into your eyes tryna make you forgive me 


Late night talks to drunken walks
 I see you in my hazy thoughts 

I look for you when I am lost 

I wait for you until I rot

ཐི ྐ❤︎ ཋྀ solivagant ⛧༻

psynika ´ཀ`