The Vent (Prod. Adam Amoedo)

Pushing My Luck. This is the debut FREE album from Kool Klux Klan artist King Rosè. Through this project Rosè wants to take you for a walk in his shoes from the ages 18 to 21. Through blunt and sometimes brutal honesty become engulfed in his world of anxiety, death, love, hate, alcohol, failures and triumphs. This is the rise of musics flawed king. 1032 Avionadramida FOREVER!

Hallelujah Coupe

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3shmvAPmSME
Get High off  "Sunny Side Up" the mixtape
This song explains itself Get High and listen

featuring: @scottymusicgroup @dinnerwithjohn @bodi-deeder-cge
produced by: @ZenZanBeats

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jk3yZ3qJLx4

Get High Ft. Scotty B, DinnerwithJohn & Bodi Deeder prod. ZenZanBeats

"Lately mama i been in the wrong but I'm out here trying to make it right now. 
Just a Westside n-gga from the go, in his glo out here shining like a lighthouse"
Produced Mixed & Mastered by Dougy
Writing credit-- Alex Smith, and Jakori Lesure 
Artwork designed by Dougy
@aliforthego
@dougyogc

"SHINE" [prod. by Dougy]

wonder where I go if I die
(low-fi)

Lyrics

verse 1

soul searching hope my soul's providing,
soul provider only father since you left me idle,
stranded thoughts and dusty bibles as this rhythm kicks,
room littered with, shredded message perfect my penmanship, 
tinted with, shadows you delivered in,
torn presents as if your presence was really gifted in,
nigga this ain't living it's - drifting,
giving my image,
we could all get ended, before I end out this sentence,
tell these leeches, good riddance,
got my blood pressing,
but the flow is O- you can all catch it,
yall all lost in that flow so florescent,
glow like gold plated chrome don't get severed, 
we been chin checking all your records is chinchilla,
soft as chin hairs we're the Nair that clear villains,
I'm an old soul, wear my heart, and my feelings,
on my sleeve bumping billie holiday and no ceilings,

*hook*

I been getting higher, pray to my supplier
need to set a session, ((got)) 40 on that fire
pages of this Good Book, wonder where I'd go if die
weed ain't never lied
you stab me then you cry - to me

(this is not how I remember, this is not how I remember
this is not the same)

verse 2

I put my soul in it,
black interior... chrome finish,
red rope on the noose,
green tie on my suit,
pray my life in his hands,
but niggas die in the loop,
(hold up hold up)
chains let em hang till my knees weak,
gold be the goal if your team weak,
but fuck Im getting paid till the lead breached,
fuck Im getting payed by the green leaf,
all yall small yall dancing on a tea leaf,
but all gone fall when the diamond in between thee,
you would take your brother's head for the lettuce,
((you)) gotta guess on my words but God get's it,
still repenting on the same shit,
swear I always make the same slip,
swear I'm always in the armor under the dialogue that my brain give,
but I just casn't speak the language, 
and Ganon been coming at the links in my chaining,
that's a hell of a Zelda's tale, know that Shieka being my main bitch,
Zoras under waters when I came in,
trynna lead my niggas to Canaan,
where the milk and the honey thriving,
and the women living the livest,
and I can see... I can your soul in your iris,
like the stories you twist your lies in,
yall been, 
missed but myths is inspiring,
and this mist thick like lips on them sirens,
and their words slur their verses so vibrant,
and sink my penmanship off them islands,

* hook *

I been getting higher, pray to my supplier
need to set a session, ((got)) 40 on that fire
pages of this Good Book, wonder where I'd go if die
weed ain't never lied 
you stab me then you cry - to me

I woke up and puffed this hillary, I'll probably rest my head next to an empty 5th of hennessy , Im flipping off my enemies
the Lord had left me living, in remembrance of my niggas these
bottles getting swallowed till thier hollowed out - x3

(this is not how I remember, this is not how I remember
this is not the same)

verse 3

I put that gold in it,
yall inferior, won't finish,
lead all in your suit,
weighing down in your boots,
trynna pick up the pace,
while you racing my coupe,
ain't no hope to recupe,
Imma PG nigga until the death,
by DC, 5 min walk away from my step,
can't see me, black to the boots this ain't to impress,
blend in with the night know my melanin is in check,
yes yes, Good God,
record playing good mob,
Nas for the night, hit up Blu for the doowhop,
like Jesus,
we 58th Avenue can't beat, us
though your records dingy as a dirty white tee is,

pages of this Good Book, wonder where I'd go if die
weed ain't never lied 
you stab me then you cr-


~ deon

Aqua TV

a thank you to my beautiful fans
for always being patient with me.
here's a new song for you (:

thank you @brainorchestra for lacing me with some fire.

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