Talk is Cheap - 2:4:21, 9.59 PM

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swear to me! (prod. eric godlow)

lyrics:

I walk in at Saks imma spend like its ross
I put his down winter jacket on socks
This Jean worth a lot basquiat
I hope u getting the point .tosh
Im not in a band but Ill play u dumb
My boy need a kit with these sticks and drums
He dont know me but his bitch does
She on his call while she cupping my nut

Like im in an army how im up in that mud
I get so high that im seeing my HUD
Video game favourites that cover my rugs
I make so much I can spend it on rugs
Love is an option but bossing forever
Girls treat me baulderson n fuck with my cheddar
U getting dropped like bass on getter
I got some heat on me like wool wove sweaters
But That is that No no business
I cannot take u serious
U on some lets do vids im laughing
Im like oh u delirious
bUu  had just met me right
So why u giving out like charity
U know That Money breed disparity 

I walk in at Saks imma spend like its ross
I put his down winter jacket on socks
This Jean worth a lot basquiat
I hope u getting the point .tosh
Im not in a band but Ill play u dumb
My boy need a kit with these sticks and drums
He dont know me but his bitch does
She on ft while she cupping my nut

THE NITEMAN [dayman solos canonically] (brody)

produced by @strangerofthepast

lyrics:

waste my time
im realizing i cant be satisfied
i take my time when i break u down
mascara runs as the tears slide out

friends tell me i need help
i need fucking nothing except myself
blunts wraps and pill bottles line the shelf
dont put me on i can do this by myself

backwoods in the park
i get headaches when i go hard
i need toothepaste i could taste the tar
this the new wave 
i feel reborn
had to make this fucking tape
i need to scream more

bitch they fucking like me
they really fucking like me
if i speak my mind i bet his mans'll come and strike me
dont wanna fight me
my people round u high key
they not about the flex but they keep heat tucked on em low key
i feel like loki
mixed with master roshi
u shouldnt test me
send bars right at ur dome piece
dont got a beef but i just thought that u should know piece
on my own piece
i did this on my own piece
i got a job so imma fucking buy my own lease
shit is always fire these beats made of fucking stove grease

waste my time
im realizing i cant be satisfied
i take my time when i break u down
mascara runs as the tears slide out

i need nothing (prod. stranger)

produced by @hatefulbeats

lyrics:

baby look at what the time is
my phone is silent
faced the fucking blunt and now
im holding up my eyelids

too fragile
i view the world as violent
no relations
everyone tryna be a tyrant

still dressing
like youd think i have a stylist
blowing gas
but we never uppin milage

snow fall
and the world is fucking silent
no nonsense
when the uber drive in

sit next to me
you dont gotta fucking send texts to me
get next to me
if thats where u feel u supposed be

undress with me
show each other what we wanna see
get next to me
ill have you in ecstasy

press me on my snapchat
ion really need that 
flying through my emails
carpel tunnel from the mouse tap

off days i get the spins
i wouldnt mix that
bacardi kick back
gut the woods and rinse that

gold karrots in my nose had got me feeling bugs bunny
dropa truth bomb and they look at you funny
blow up like a bomb and they just ask bout the money
acting like ur mom but girl you not even honey

thinkin i owe u something
i dont owe no one nothing
texting for a week and then they think ur their husband

saying u in love but girl u dont even know me
keep on changing up youll be in love with the old

baby look at what the time is
my phone is silent
faced the fucking blunt and now
im holding up my eyelids

too fragile
i view the world as violent
no relations
everyone tryna be a tyrant

still dressing
like youd think i have a stylist
blowing gas
but we never uppin milage

snow fall
and the world is fucking silent
no nonsense
when the uber drive in

Sunset

moe

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