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Falling

Too Late

swagged out

prod @f3arme
yea i hurt myself
i hurt myself badly
how did it get to this  point
it all devolved sadly
u left a wound too deep
its not even scabbing
and then u disappear quickly
just like its magic
dont know how to fix it bitch i cant even mask it
it keeps emerging everyday
thought i moved past it
cant even eat just like i was fasting
movin around a bit i feel elastic
i was never good at solving the problem
i was probably always the problem
i was probably always lookin somber
i dont wanna hurt u  wanna foster
i just wanna see u dont wanna hear u
even though ur hurtin me
i could never fear u
i keep searching
for a place youll reappear to
its always changing everyday
we're threw 
its always changing everyday just look around
and i was really at the top
before i fell back to the ground
and theres so many different things that you can do with all the sounds
u wanna live then all u have to do is traverse
u know its always been bad go ahead just do u worst 
maybe i can see the future make my eyes go and disperse
i cant do it alone cmon dont coerce

figure it out prod feardorian

produced by @evanmoitoso + @prodturro + eli.yf

LYRICS:

ay ay 

Never wanna be someone else's bitch
Boy I'll play you like a kid
All this talk but I can't leave my stick babe
Do you get that
I could never trust someone
that I can't be myself around

Ha yeah I got a few bitches who wanna see me dead
I put the facade on
This crazy bitch wanna be my fucking friend
I'd rather be all alone
Then have you in my life again

ay ay 

You can always catch me on some other shit
Okay babe
I was always your ride or die
I'd be there for you until the end
You just brake my heart and stabbed my back
Then left me in the end
I'll be there for when you come around
But I won't be your fucking friend

Ha I been in my bag babe
you don't know shit bout that
You looking so sad
Bitch you're down bad
Fucking these lames
Like that's all you had

Ha cuz you could do better
Ima stack my bands forget her
Don't want fake friends
Want that cheddar
Won't text back, call, no sender

You can always catch me on some other shit
Okay babe
I was always your ride or die
I'd be there for you until the end
You just brake my heart and stabbed my back
Then left me in the end
I'll be there for when you come around
But I won't be your fucking friend

Why you gotta do that to me
Just treat me like you didn't know me
So what's the point of being homies
To see both sides
But you didn't care to ask

I guess that you didn't know me
Yea you're so fake
you acting phony
You only wanted something from me
Yeah my best friend
Just sent me straight to hell

Ha yeah I got a few racks 
I'll tell you how it felt
I did it for you, babe
Hope you like LA
Yeah I hope it suits you well
I could never trust someone
Who kicks me when I'm on the ground
Ha I'm building up strong now
No lazy bitch ever gonna leave me bent

I'd rather be all alone
Then to rely on you again
Watch me fall apart
Telling all your friends
Can't think for yourself
Breaking promises
Put back on the shelf
Bullshit, it never ends

You can always catch me on some other shit
Okay baby
I was always your ride or die
I'd be there for you until the end
You just broke my heart and stabbed my back
Then left me in the end
I'll be there for when you come around
But I won't be your fucking friend

Why you gotta do that to me
Just treat me like you didn't know me
So what's the point of being homies
To see both sides
But you didn't care to ask

I guess that you didn't know me
Yea you're so fake
You acting phony
You only wanted something from me
Yeah my best friend
Just sent me straight to hell

backstab - (prod. evanmoitoso + eli.yf + prod.turro)

2 Sides (sohi_x_sloann)

peace & quiet - (prod. smash29k)

Toxic

Never Lie

thq  @camomane @camomane @camomane for the fire ass beat.

twilight creepin had to open up a closed case
coppas on the backend had to leave em with no trace
mr matte black suit mr no face
4N in the underbelly packin propane

wide eyes open watching ready for the O.K
got the signal set it doown it's time to go play
ain't no gadget - your posse playin croquet
4N stackin money makin art like claude monet

livin each day yeah I ain't never criss cross
good business turn you to a big boss
yeah, no criss cross mhm
yeah, tick the list off

daytime workin undercover
keep your friends close and trust no one like a brother
eatin bread and water with a little bit of butter better
backup, less you really wanna discover

brand new trope ain't no enemies to lovers 
4N got the scope ricochet and hit the rudder 
- ding dong ditch till you suffer 
consequences, learn it before you make a buffer 

livin each day yeah I ain't never criss cross
good business turn you to a big boss
yeah, no criss cross mhm
yeah, tick the list off

SPIDER LILY SCRAPNEL (prod. CAMOMANE)✧

PRODUCED BY LPY
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~lyrics~
soul collecting killer here to depo at the bank
my pistol name titanic
it make pussies start to sank


full of all the bullshit 
just a man made of bones
no flesh but a soul
on a long way home

no luck but it seems
that i find my goals
changing on a dime
with no money involved

and it sucks
when you're stuck on the road
cozy in your spot
but it still feels cold
no love

nothing to begin with
dead from the start
but alive here to witness

seen souls turn green
from the substance
wrapped in wraps
and smoked like an oven
cuzzin
is you really buzzin yet
wake up feeling shitty
then you do it again
when its over
and you said and done
think real hard if you found it fun
seen some things on this road thats long
been here since the dead
will be when you're gone

im everliving
cameras catch the greatness
see through me
the flesh has been decaying
fall apart
and reattach the stitches
fuck with me titanic get u sinking
if shit is deep
im mariana trench
stench around me has a hint of death
its whatever's left of everyone who stepped
blood and brains are stained onto my chest

stay on my own
not a fan of distractions
names of the lost
still haunt my actions

smoke these sins
hope they turn into ashes
coughing a lung 
when i don't even have it
these bones ain't conjured of magic
forged in steel broken by the tragic


my tragedies lack remedies
i thug through 
hoping that its meant for me
knowing my fate is sealed
continuing
i take steps 
blinded by my enemies
a flashbang
sends me off into a daze
its time i see my final day
meet the man who may have made
to you i say my final phrase

full of all the bullshit 
just a man made of bones
no flesh but a soul
on a long way home

no luck but it seems
that i find my goals
changing on a dime
with no money involved

and it sucks
when you're stuck on the road
cozy in your spot
but it still feels cold
no love

nothing to begin with
dead from the start
but alive here to witness

seen souls turn green
from the substance
wrapped in wraps
and smoked like an oven
cuzzin
is you really buzzin yet
wake up feeling shitty
then you do it again
when its over
and you said and done
think real hard if you found it fun
seen some things on this road thats long
been here since the dead
will be when you're gone

INCISIONS (PROD.LPY)

backstab

in turn for? (prod. feardorian)

trust in me

Wings in the smoke, halo bent from the fall,
Choirs go quiet when they hear my call,
Eyes like fire through cathedral walls,
Every breath I take feel holy and raw.
Marble floor slick, angels drown in the wine,
Trumpets sound off, but the graves still align,
Gold in my veins, that celestial grime,
Heaven lost count of the souls that were mine.
Feathers in the blood, light turnin’ dim,
Candles flicker slow like they prayin’ for him,
Sacred in my sin, divinity slim,
If God see my face, would He call me kin?
Thorns in my palm, but I never felt pain,
Rain turn red when it whisper my name,
Wings still burnin’ from the war I became,
Cross on my back like I carried the flame.
Temples collapse when my echo resound,
Heaven got rules, but I’m hell-homebound,
Grace fell silent when my feet hit ground,
Even saints look away when they hear that sound.Ash on the altar, I baptize the smoke,
Seraphim weep when the prophecy spoke,
Stars start dyin’ when my scripture’s awoke,
Glock sing hymns while the world go broke.
Trumpets still cry, but the sky stay still,
Heaven look down, see the blood I spill,
Light bends slow when I move by will,
Even God gotta bow when the sin too real.

backstab

Mitaya

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