3/3 Solitary EP (prod. john mello)
produced by @johnmello

LYRICS:

Late-night Ubers gotta tell you how I feel
Waking up every morning with the same old feel
With the same old deal
Pop the blister packets out into my tub
Is the pain really real?

I can't explain what I see
This figure in front of me
Long black hair, but I think she got some passion for me
She's the ghost from my dreams I never thought I'd see
Baby girl, take my hand to prove authenticity

Coming from the cemetery, dancing round my corpse baby don't you mind me
Living in this Solitary, girl I'm all alone you can always find me

Twisting a cig in my fingers, I'm on a new brink with all of this shit
Feel like I am dying, but I cannot stop it
I'm popping, I'm popping cause I am a feind
Can't be your friend 
Constantly panicking, waiting to end
Bitch, thread the bullet straight through to my brain
Fuck all this shit, finna exit the game.

But baby I know I'm stronger than this
If you believed in me, I'd never give it a miss...

Solitary EP (prod. john mello)

Solitary

SOLITARY [PROD. JOHN MELLO]

BETRAYED

DYING SLOW (FEAT. FADINGANGEL)

TO THE TOP

NEED A REST (FEAT. WXNNERLXND) (PROD. SNAKE GOD)

Unknown

I Know [prod. sobernap]

hi, i hope ur doing ok.

Lyrics <3

do it for my clique man i done it 
i love it when my bitch mane she tell that she love it
i wanna be the one who gon do it w my brothers 
when i say my brothers i mean the ones who gon love us 

no i don’t want nothing to do with your bitch 
i don’t want nothing to do w ur clique 
i’m passing the spliff w ur team but i missed ur rotation im sorry i’m running this shit 
i been fed up w the oh shit 
i’m missing my team and i mean it i just need to start w some communication 
but i cannot handle that shit
no i cannot handle that shit 

twist on my weed now i puff on my piff to release all my demons the reasons that i cannot fuck w no bitches
 i need this shit stable yeah not for the hell of it 
i don’t just smoke weed for the hell of it 
brother 
make sure my team get the share of the butter 
my brothers a cutter 
ion smoke mudda 
ima make it for my team my mother 

sell em ur soul
sell em ur dreams 
summon ur loneliness 
when ur at home 
u wanna go 
you’ll b never high as this 
we’ll never go 
we’ll never go 
im on my ghost shit 
feel so alone 
stop calling my phone 
it ain’t a joke bitch 

 do it for my clique 
do it for my bitch and the motherfuckers tryna tell me who the fuck i is 
do it for the motherfucking clique 
do it for the piff 
do it for mist keep it lit in this bitch
ion wanna run up on ur crib 
why my whole team tryna blow up when we don’t know how to live 
i just wanna roll another spliff 
i ain’t wanna fuck another bitch till the one that i love finally tells me that they never gave a shit 
i might just die for this shit 
i might just die for the clique 
she always wanna ride on my dick 
why you always wanna ride on my dick
like damn 
everybody jump to this shit 
mother fucker let it bang 
deadlung motherfucker black tar where it hangs
you wanna see a dead mans hand well i did it for the boy in the back hear a snap where his neck soley hangs

4 Yo Boys (prod. DeadLung)

Feelin’ lucky tonight…

Dressed in White #MAIN-BEST

Ride Or Die

DYING SLOW (FEAT. FADINGANGEL)

DEATH PLUS