'12 gauge' produced by heylog

lyrics:
moving swift, moving clean
all my thrift big on me
and i look goofy when i see
order double in xl
when my body lean as hell
and it's all because i'm well
maybe i should get clothes
that i fit for my size
there are barely i own
jacket got holes in it
but ima still throw it on
cause i don't care if it's ripped
you'll never know
you'll never know
where she had went and where'd she go
i wanna leave
i wanna leave
i wonder what is stopping me
she loves borrowing my wardrobe
said i smell good, so you wear all of my clothes
and they come back smelling like her
next thing u know she has my whole attire

i'll wait 
till u make ur mind up
she wants 
everything i wear cause
all of 
it is oversized
the sleeves are 
well below her thighs
don't take 
every single thing i own
cause i'll 
need it back before u go
and she 
wonders why i said that
i'm not 
confident that this'll last

you ever think about where i been?
you ever think about who we was
cause i do
but i just pretend i don't care about us
she's always apologetic to me
but when did u ever do anything
cause i don't
i hope u will never forget about home

and she always tried on my clothes
i pretend and fake it all
what u don't know
oh, you don't know
keeping secrets way too long
and i cannot continue this
i'm struggling to exist
and u don't know
oh, you don't know
thoughts begin to overflow
you would ask for an extra large to wear
but i only have double x in there
oh but she'll wear anything that i give
so next time i'll come over with ur cares

shutting me down, wake up from rem
i had a dream of us both laying in bed
but when i woke up i thought that it was real
i tried to go back to sleep to get a feel
of what it was like again to see your eyes
i knew it was impossible if i tried
now i'm just laying here, eyelids open
i stare into darkness tryna see objects
the only thing i see is my closet ahead
the same one that bears a certain turtle neck
the same closet thats got my 'retta encaged
the same closet thats got my locked up 12 gauge
and here are these nights i spend alone
turn off the lights, open window
jump into bed, plug in my phone
when i still got 90% left to go
and i fall asleep, but before i do
i sit in silence for an hour or two
these vivid thoughts get into view
and this what it sound like when i dream of you

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12 gauge

'running shoes' produced by heylog

lyrics:
ima run away until i'm weak
ima come back fighting for my peace
hiding out, i hide inside the weeds
you won't hear from me for a few weeks
the things you say never make any sense
gotta stop the mind to second guess
ignoring my gut, it's for the best
battling to get up out of bed

ima find my way back home
streetlights barely lit
and the colors aren't even the same
some are powerless
6: 30 a mile, used to be better than this
why am i getting this tired
no i cannot call it quits
seems like you think that everything was gonna be okay
what i need is me to tell me i'll be okay
look at the ground
look at my feet as my shoes tear
the soles are falling apart
order up a new pair

𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺
𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥

get in the zone
need to be alone to focus
not any hoe you see me ever approaching
not worth my time
feel my mind boot and decoding
gather any info whether i should keep or close it
you see me
walk out the door
ice, freezing n storms
pray i make it home
late a.m. n roads
hallucinate, seeing two
punching at the air
squinting at black and grey
when the night is there
the smell of fall provides warmth
fingers in my hair
think too deep and it could end at there
think i'm fine, i'm just in too deep
go outside to run hoping the stress leaves me
i'm painting what i see
you couldn't predict at what i might bring

running shoes

brand new check 
audemars piguet
diamonds on the wrist and text went green 
hop inside the range and i check the pin babygirl you know ill be there in ten
running through the ends yes i did it again sorry babygirl im just not your friend

sorry babygirl im just not your friend
just another bad dude who got some bread
niggas talking funny i'll hit em in the head
niggas talking reckless hit em wit the lead x2

brand new check 
audemars piguet
diamonds on the wrist and text went green 
hop inside the range and i check the pin babygirl you know ill be there in ten
running through the ends yes i did it again sorry babygirl im just not your friend
always on the grind gotta get to the loot
fuck with my money i give you the boot
always on time never fashionably late
got you on my mind gotta get you away
fuck what that nigga say i dont care
big brother round here i never play fair 
big dope bags in the back of the lair
fuck that bitch i'll see you over there
hometown hero we don't fuck with you here
keep yo distance never get near 

keep on pressing on me ima turn him to a zero
never left time when i feel like nero
never need money when i meet the dealer
pop a perkie i just met me a healer 
fuck that nigga i'll flip him like judo 
fifty other niggas i feel like suda 
dot dot dot when i walk in the building 
shush shush shush none of yall be drilling 
 
man what the fuck are they talking about
walk in the party and im shutting it down
fuck that nigga im coming back round
doot doot doot and im packing that loud
two twin glocks ima turn him to dancer no lil tecca when i put him on a banner
fuck that bitch ill be back in minute jolly green giant way im packing my spinach
why you surprised know i stand on my business
what you doing get your hand out my dealings 
stand on your money you still 5 foot 2 end of the day you'll always be you
broke back bitch who aint got no motion get your money up they dont make no potions
keep on fucking wit me i'll put you in the ocean then your family wont get no closure

sorry babygirl im just not your friend
just another bad dude who got some bread
niggas talking funny i'll hit em in the head
niggas talking reckless hit em wit the lead x2

brand new check 
audemars piguet
diamonds on the wrist and text went green 
hop inside the range and i check the pin babygirl you know ill be there in ten
running through the ends yes i did it again sorry babygirl im just not your friend
always on the grind gotta get to the loot
fuck with my money i give you the boot
always on time never fashionably late
got you on my mind gotta get you away
fuck what that nigga say i dont care
big brother round here i never play fair 
big dope bags in the back of the lair
fuck that bitch i'll see you over there
hometown hero we don't fuck with you here
keep yo distance never get near

sorry babygirl im just not your friend
just another bad dude who got some bread
niggas talking funny i'll hit em in the head
niggas talking reckless hit em wit the lead x2

not your friend (siemspark)

lyrics:

In this candlelight U been petrified
All this make believe Has solidified
Tell me watch u see U seem horrified
Is this blood on me right now
Oh its all but mine

Send me out back for a good bye baby
Matter fact i make sure we all die baby
Ill relax when I get the ball going baby
The been stressed u know I got heads rolling baby
It blow back
Cedar wood around me I drink the cold sap
Show me to the boundary im going over that
Plot prevails protects me well
Heavens gate follows the walk thru hell
The house fills with fire and its ur fault
Blackened furniture is tossed upon the asphalt
We burning it down

In this candlelight U been petrified
All this make believe Has solidified
Tell me watch u see U seem horrified
Is this blood on me right now
Oh its all but mine

Burnt down No bodies found ya
Its Dirt now Soot covered the grounds
Come hide  Sit next to me its alright
Tongue tied U have to be its alright
The mark on me shines Ill kill u here tonight
The loss is utilized In benefit of mine
Burnt bricks over torched crops
How’s this for a backdrop
If this the worst that u could think of yea
Im about to make ur jaw drop 

In this candlelight U been petrified
All this make believe Has solidified
Tell me watch u see U seem horrified
Is this blood on me right now
Oh its all but mine

postal (sorrowbringer)

lyrics:

Ill be right here in the morning
Bullets fly by im snoring
Please just let me hold u baby
I know u can’t help but hate me
All of this blood I was born in
It make me a heathen dont it

I got some tar on my soul
Just how it goes
Let me unlock the phone
I got some hate in my heart
They tell me its art
I tell em to leave me alone
124 I got this
Im blowing tropics
Put me inside of my zone
Fuck em all im still proud of me
Word gonna get back round to me
This shit do my head in had to dnd my fucking phone
I can’t make no promise I feel things that you could never know
Raise me out this coma girl provide me with the antidote
I could see the future and its me face down in winter snow
Art of getting through it we all do it but you’d never know
U get so fungal I get boring
U come around here sporing
U are not important
This shit is not fucking important
I pop 3 of these pills at night and lock this lid back on orange
I used to be so vocal this shit had made me boring
The Cold Shatters my bones
And she Deals with my clean up
The soul Stuck in my throat
Is not mine But just what it feeds on

Ill be right here in the morning
Bullets fly by im snoring
Please just let me hold u baby
I know u can’t help but hate me
All of this blood I was born in
It make me a heathen dont it
All of these spots im torn in
It make me a demon dont it

fungal (eric godlow)

lyrics:

Getting down in bed at night I wipe my whole face
Even when its bad I know ill be ok
Life fast
U might miss it if u bitch the whole day
Swear u farming bait how u scream in my face get back
Fuck I had made it this far so what’s the harm now
Dont walk in the condo unannounced 
Its the dog pound
Worrying bout a vision u aint form u shoulda jot down
This shit every day for me I swear u gotta calm down
Way above the city lights what u think now
Soon as u can pay the price they gon have u stripped down
Its a nice night
Nice height
For a talk down
Cold lights
Hid the knife  Sheathed 
In his Stone Mountain
Guess im way more evil than u thought
U should pray to god
Before I do u something like a platter they serving fresh caught
Even in December inside the 6 shit gon get hot
Turn this bitch to hostel im postal ive had enough

fin_  (acoustcc)

lyrics:


8 track on my body I pulled up in this vintage

Its the hot line pull this number out the bank
Tryna kill time I drop this 4 inside of my drank
Oh ya tryna get mines I could see it in my dreams
Stare out at the coastline feel this sand beneath my feet
Ya and I roll up this blunt while shawty steer put it behind my ear
I had got way to antsy oh my gosh I gotta smoke in here
Turnt up in the back seat
Traffic blowing past me
I keep demons loaded in my mind they tryna grab me

Tracks
Shutting down don mills and u could smell the fucking gas
U could smell the pavement on the ground turning black
U could smell the rubber burning off on the cat
U Turn me up
And I might break the fucking ground oh lets go
Booting me up
And I might separate from the ground on my own
Some time I think I just need to be alone
Most the time its usually im just missing home
8 track on my body I pulled up in this vintage
Bad bitch right beside me u know Jealousy is a sickness
I promise I am not lying when I say what im feeling
This shit crossing a line u too fine its amazing
Im tryna rip you out that house and throw that 
On some nothing to worry about vibe I already made the payments
First time since my heart died I feel something changing
I just had to face it
Really its crazy what the pain did

Its the hot line pull this number out the bank
Tryna kill time I drop this 4 inside of my drank
Oh ya tryna get mines I could see it in my dreams
Stare out at the coastline feel this sand beneath my feet
Ya and I roll up this blunt while shawty steer put it behind my ear
I had got way to antsy oh my gosh I gotta smoke in here
Turnt up in the back seat
Traffic blowing past me
I keep demons loaded in my mind they tryna grab me

lebowski (wlytimo x bouncegohard)

lyrics:

I could tell u what u wanna hear if ud rather that
Branches punch a hole inside the rear view and I collapse
Everything ive learned as far as fear I learned to counteract
This oil in my blood exert my gears im having heart attacks
10pm in Rome im getting seared by this cookie pack
Please pick up the phone I know u here with me just text me back
Ive been on the terrace for a lifetime ya
All night
Maybe I could see you from the coastline

Even when away I know ur all mine
Ur a warm light
Traced around my vein lines
I know I get scary when I isolate im sorry
I got smoke inside my lungs that help explain to u my story
Maybe u could teach me what its like to be u and what was true
I get sick and tired of myself girl its true and so do you
The soil at my feet is forming shapes among the zodiac
This oil in my blood exert my gears im having heart attacks

I could tell u what u wanna hear if ud rather that
Branches punch a hole inside the rear view and I collapse
Everything ive learned as far as fear I learned to counteract
This oil in my blood exert my gears im having heart attacks
10pm in Rome im getting seared by this cookie pack
Please pick up the phone I know u here with me just text me back
Ive been on the terrace for a lifetime ya
All night
Maybe I could see you from the coastline

I could tell u what u wanna hear if ud rather that
Branches punch a hole inside the rear view and I collapse
Everything ive learned as far as fear I learned to counteract
This oil in my blood exert my gears im having heart attacks
10pm in Rome im getting seared by this cookie pack
Please pick up the phone I know u here with me just text me back
Ive been on the terrace for a lifetime ya
All night
Maybe I could see you from the coastline

rome (fuherbeats x jkeibeats)

lyrics:

Talk me down
Nothing u say could hurt me now
The leaves never changed with you around
Since winter has settled in year round

I know mine
She warms up my body on cold nights
September showers in low lights
I hold your face so close to mine

Time I spend loving you

I know mine
She warms up my body on cold nights
September showers in low lights
I hold your face so close to mine

fractals (nico north)

lyrics:


Guess who got back
Im already on my way
Bitch im tryna hang 10
Since im already on the wave
Block bust
Who the fuck in here is bitched out
Not us
Press the button
And the doors fly off the whip
Im walking on this shit
Its wearing in just like chucks
I just bust up in the booth
Man this blunt is charged up
Ya im smoking on some Jupiter
And im blowing out these Oort clouds

Every time I hop inside this bitch im going all out
Every time u call me on some shit u build a dirt mound
Once the worst said
There’s aint nothing we could talk about
I dont see the problem that u have
But its dead now
Talk about
There aint shit to talk about
I just hit the window with some porcelain
Now hop out
Pop out
I need someone else that I could put down
Pull the mask down
Say it again oh they shook now
I feel I cant let it get the best of me
Ya I feel all of my demons take a breath with me
This shit full of sharks
Some of them called friends
Some of them called yours
And they aiming for the heart like blow
Jump when u hear this shit I turn the whole crowd
AP somewhere on 4th going in get wild
Ya I hit the stage it look like something from 8 mile
I was just a child
Shit look at me now

Guess who got back
Im already on my way
Bitch im tryna hang 10
Since im already on the wave
Block bust
Who the fuck in here is bitched out
Not us
Press the button
And the doors fly off the whip
Im walking on this shit
Its wearing in just like chucks
I just bust up in the booth
Man this blunt is charged up
Ya im smoking on some Jupiter
And im blowing out these Oort clouds

oort (jabarionthebeat)

lyrics:

Guess who getting they mud up
Shit Im tryna hold my arm out
Im tryna hold this blunt up
Bitch try shutting the fuck up
Im Laughing at u im cut up
I hold this gurk right under my shirt this shit developed a blood lust
I had run over some heads inside of this track hawk
I got money to blow I double my bag up
I got dogs with no fucking paper trail that see me and dap my hand up
I got people I know thru paper mail that might as well be some phantoms

Mr in-between
I am not what u see
I had got real life trouble
Girl u done fucked my double
Really its me and the hustle
Really its me and this duffel
Really its you and the shovel
U getting buried in rubble
All that shit get muffled
All that shit get muzzled
All of this shit online
I promise I pop the bubble
All of this shit get muddied
All of this shit get ugly
Shouldn’t of sent my buddy
He get angry huh
Soon as open this pack
Open the balcony 
Shit get stinky huh
2 racks on these pants
To hold my bands
I got too many huh
3 grams in this blunt
It make me numb
This shit so deadly huh
I lock in at once
I block the sun
I pour some wok
If I come inside party
Im coming with 10 dawgs

Guess who getting they mud up
Shit Im tryna hold my arm out
Im tryna hold this blunt up
Bitch try shutting the fuck up
Im Laughing at u im cut up
I hold this gurk right under my shirt this shit developed a blood lust
I had run over some heads inside of this track hawk
I got money to blow I double my bag up
I got dogs with no fucking paper trail that see me and dap my hand up
I got people I know thru paper mail that might as well be some phantoms

2many (defect)

It's hard as dick
Get in contact with me here: locked_brad@gmail.com

not your friend (siemspark)

Bradley Herring

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