Lyrics

Told them boys to tighten up whenever I'm around, I put hundreds on a hundred I ain't never slowing down
I'll put racks, in the bank. Keep a tab, 'cause I'm running it up
(Yeah woah)
I got a lifestyle that I want all to my own,
And a plan to make it happen gotta go
And there ain't no looking back I'm on the road
And i know that he act hard its all for show, yeah fasho
Put the team up on my back until we're sitting back countin' rolls
I can't trust nobody no i could not ever trust a soul
I can't trust nobody no i could not ever trust a soul
Tell me what they're gonna say to me, can't be nothing that I've never heard
Tell me why they want to fuck with me?
Catch these bullets flying a bird, bird
I've been up for days I can't sleep without a cure
They keep talking they keep getting on my nerves
Bitch I'm riding round with felonies I'm riding round the 'burbs.
And that package is insured, your rent less than her purse,
yo drugs came from the block, my drugs came from a nurse
Yo info from a blog, my info from the source
I pulled it out the lot, to drive it 'round the course

No Hook (Prod. @themed1c)

cover art @yungkrypto

in the sewers walkign, they full from the rain
shawty said i smoke 2 much but she cant feel my pain
in the weekends they do shit but i do tht shit everyday
its ok its ok its ok its not
i go outside, i can hear the birds sing
w theyr wing they fly high, my perc give me my angel wings
im in the storm like everyday it feel the same
everysingle day jst feel the fkn same

sewer w/ yung krypto  (angelino & heavensent)

R3AL M3. (prod. ayceboy144)

angel, spring break shroom party
i was w my bros i was w my fkn shawtys
making evil concoctions w bacardi
i was peaking off the shrooms i jst thought of cool pants
dam i need me a pair of trueys n some fkn bands

I want me some new rocks on my feet
I need me a goth girl on my team
I b making money but I need more b at the top the 1 u adore
I was off the shrooms and I’m geekin I don’t want ur luv just 4 the weekend 
I was with the bros and my princess shawty playing w Bacardi 

its everyday, its everynight
life feels like a nightmare in real life
oh why why i wna die
is this all happening, is everything a lie
but i know tht im not cs i feel
these emotions are making it real
ur love was so strong
(?) n u aint come back
well i need ur touch one last time 
il spread my wings n fly

 fly fly fly
why didn’t u come back 
ur luv was so strong Thts the only reason tht I hold on 
Thts the only reason tht I hold on 
can’t believe Thts it’s real 
idk how 2 feel I’m so gone so gone so gone so gone 
it’s everyday it’s every night
 life is like a night mare in real life
 oh why oh why I wanna die wanna die
 is this all happening is everything a lie

shroom party w/ boyywassabi (IHATEPARTIES)

Top featuring Toxin Brewer (lino X Kiyoshi)

꧁༒•lyrics :0•༒꧂

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͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽c͓̽o͓̽u͓̽l͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽a͓̽v͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽b͓̽a͓̽c͓̽k͓̽ ͓̽
͓̽f͓̽a͓̽l͓̽l͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽s͓̽l͓̽e͓̽e͓̽p͓̽
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͓̽a͓̽n͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽c͓̽a͓̽n͓̽’͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽s͓̽e͓̽e͓̽m͓̽ ͓̽2͓̽
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͓̽l͓̽i͓̽v͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽n͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽ ͓̽n͓̽i͓̽g͓̽h͓̽t͓̽m͓̽a͓̽r͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽
͓̽h͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽o͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽l͓̽e͓̽a͓̽v͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽
͓̽h͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽o͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽k͓̽e͓̽e͓̽p͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽
͓̽r͓̽e͓̽a͓̽c͓̽h͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽e͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽
͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽c͓̽a͓̽n͓̽ ͓̽n͓̽e͓̽v͓̽e͓̽r͓̽ ͓̽p͓̽l͓̽e͓̽a͓̽s͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽
͓̽c͓̽a͓̽l͓̽l͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽p͓̽o͓̽n͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽r͓̽e͓̽a͓̽p͓̽e͓̽r͓̽
͓̽c͓̽h͓̽a͓̽l͓̽k͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽p͓̽
͓̽i͓̽t͓̽’͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽j͓̽u͓̽s͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽n͓̽o͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽ ͓̽b͓̽o͓̽d͓̽y͓̽
͓̽p͓̽e͓̽o͓̽p͓̽l͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽s͓̽h͓̽o͓̽o͓̽t͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽p͓̽
͓̽p͓̽e͓̽o͓̽p͓̽l͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽r͓̽u͓̽n͓̽n͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽ ͓̽o͓̽u͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽l͓̽o͓̽b͓̽b͓̽y͓̽
͓̽i͓̽’͓̽m͓̽ ͓̽n͓̽o͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽b͓̽r͓̽a͓̽v͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽e͓̽n͓̽o͓̽u͓̽g͓̽h͓̽
͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽o͓̽l͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽l͓̽i͓̽k͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽o͓̽r͓̽i͓̽g͓̽a͓̽m͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽n͓̽l͓̽e͓̽s͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽’͓̽m͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽u͓̽c͓̽k͓̽e͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽p͓̽
͓̽t͓̽h͓̽a͓̽n͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽’͓̽m͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽h͓̽i͓̽p͓̽p͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽ ͓̽o͓̽u͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽o͓̽m͓̽m͓̽y͓̽
͓̽t͓̽e͓̽l͓̽l͓̽ ͓̽m͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽l͓̽l͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽b͓̽o͓̽u͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽
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͓̽d͓̽o͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽r͓̽e͓̽a͓̽l͓̽l͓̽y͓̽ ͓̽c͓̽a͓̽r͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽o͓̽u͓̽b͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽t͓̽
͓̽d͓̽o͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽r͓̽e͓̽a͓̽l͓̽l͓̽y͓̽ ͓̽c͓̽a͓̽r͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽o͓̽u͓̽b͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽
͓̽s͓̽h͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽o͓̽u͓̽n͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽m͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽o͓̽u͓̽t͓̽s͓̽i͓̽d͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽c͓̽r͓̽y͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽
͓̽a͓̽n͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽i͓̽n͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽m͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽o͓̽u͓̽t͓̽s͓̽i͓̽d͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽y͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽ ͓̽
͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽a͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽r͓̽e͓̽a͓̽l͓̽l͓̽y͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽l͓̽y͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽ ͓̽
͓̽n͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽e͓̽r͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽n͓̽e͓̽v͓̽e͓̽r͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽r͓̽y͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽
͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽o͓̽u͓̽g͓̽h͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽r͓̽e͓̽a͓̽l͓̽l͓̽y͓̽ ͓̽g͓̽a͓̽v͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽u͓̽c͓̽k͓̽
͓̽t͓̽h͓̽o͓̽u͓̽g͓̽h͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽r͓̽e͓̽a͓̽l͓̽l͓̽y͓̽ ͓̽g͓̽a͓̽v͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽u͓̽c͓̽k͓̽
͓̽i͓̽’͓̽m͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽u͓̽l͓̽l͓̽ ͓̽o͓̽f͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽i͓̽s͓̽c͓̽o͓̽m͓̽f͓̽o͓̽r͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽
͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽o͓̽n͓̽’͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽m͓̽o͓̽v͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽n͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽m͓̽y͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽e͓̽a͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽u͓̽r͓̽t͓̽s͓̽
͓̽c͓̽a͓̽u͓̽s͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽k͓̽n͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽o͓̽n͓̽’͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽b͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽e͓̽
͓̽k͓̽n͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽o͓̽n͓̽’͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽b͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽
͓̽l͓̽i͓̽v͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽n͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽ ͓̽n͓̽i͓̽g͓̽h͓̽t͓̽m͓̽a͓̽r͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽
͓̽h͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽o͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽l͓̽e͓̽a͓̽v͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽
͓̽h͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽o͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽k͓̽e͓̽e͓̽p͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽
͓̽r͓̽e͓̽a͓̽c͓̽h͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽e͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽
͓̽s͓̽h͓̽r͓̽o͓̽o͓̽m͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽o͓̽r͓̽ ͓̽r͓̽e͓̽s͓̽e͓̽a͓̽r͓̽c͓̽h͓̽
͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽c͓̽o͓̽u͓̽l͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽n͓̽e͓̽v͓̽e͓̽r͓̽ ͓̽p͓̽l͓̽e͓̽a͓̽s͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽
͓̽c͓̽a͓̽l͓̽l͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽p͓̽o͓̽n͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽r͓̽e͓̽a͓̽p͓̽e͓̽r͓̽

reaper (rezlaine + sunrisess)

Time To Go [xanify]

louis & chanel w/ fourteendays

prod https://soundcloud.com/user-275995738?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing 

(lyrics)
Thc in my lungs 
bag filled with blood 
i just left the mall
got ur girl blowing up my phone like a bomb
im getting tired of her i think i need my own girl
if i ever died kno im going2hell
can i drag u with me 
ill be acting different when im around u 
lets take it slo we got nothing2lose

cant nobody get in between us
just as long as u trust me 
u dont gotta worry about what i do 
my heart is yours 
just knock on the door 

your love got me2high
you look like an angel 
every time i go2sleep i see you in my dreams 
x hmu cs she kno im the best 
my luv sank2deep if u ever leave 
i promise i wont let u forget me

Nothing2lose (cayos)

carrying this weight on me
like a bird who can't find the edge of the sea
sitting in the corner like an unfinished painting
nothing i do seems to work for you
tying my hands til my fingers turn blue
like the girl in my mirror, you wanted more than her, too

i don't know what my voice sounds like anymore
and my fingers can't write songs the way they did before
did everything i thought i had to do
back at square one but i don't think I've moved at all
so you make the call

untitled project 1

missing no.

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