☆☆☆☆

walked in the house n im jus uh oh
walked in the club n im like oh no
x2

alrdy talkin like u a fuckn has been
whn i get to sprayin w my mac-10
50 on my boxers 50 on my face too
idrc i get to sprayin if i dont like u 

lost inside the sauce n im jus like uh oh 
yo homie came up missin n im jus like uh oh
bounty on my ass n im jus like uh oh 
lost 40 thousand n im jus like uh oh 
talkin down on notlocked, thats a no no
fairy king castin spells u jus like uh oh
fairy jewelry its jus so cold cold
so cold, so cold


walked in the house n im jus uh oh
walked in the club n im like oh no
x2

alrdy talkin like u a fuckn has been
whn i get to sprayin w my mac-10
50 on my boxers 50 on my face too
idrc i get to sprayin if i dont like u 

tommy on my face n i cost me 50 ks
prada round my waist, but i had to change my ways
whole world full of change but my days stay the same 
i said fuck the fame but idk who's to blame
fuck how you came, idc if you's a lame
whole life is a game, but idk how to play
w-whole life is a game

uh oh prod gfelds

Inject The Web

you dont know me [prod.sheepy x z3nny]

mixed by OG ABi

lyrics:
in my city im a saint am i
in my city ima see ya
i don't see them
in my city ima see ya
fuck around but i don't wanna be ya
in my city ima see ya
you go home so my brains alright
i see your soul aint shit in sight
uh how you so cold when shits alright
i may count down my days tonight
you lay with me my heart is-
i don't know if i have an appetite
been gone for a long time and a good time
fuck that bish im back with the guap pack
head down don't look up or you get smacked
peachy keen mcqueen I'm off that
she wanna tumble she go in the washer
jesse and walt how i stay on the market
tisakorean I'm lit at the market
all my shit dry clean don't wash it
rock wit you still cos a real bitch loyal
you can't grow cos you don't got soil
blues on blues in my vivienne wallet
i aint see it on the news or nothin
page flip
i think lil shawty got a facelift
cases
PayPal dispute ya paycheck
aimless 223 i aim it
720s i paint it
oh you feinin i don't know the feeling
in the deep end fuck that noise got the jeep and
we litty he suckin toes and titties
he don't know what to think 

#GOODMORNING #NEILAWORLD

APPETITE (prod Charlie Shuffler + Ginseng + Seanbaby)

safehouse (prod.whitearmor + yung Sherman)

Bladee+Thaiboy Digital - Still In Search Of Sunshine

WORKING ON DRAINING
#FREETHAIBOY
ft. @aloegarten @blackkray @thaiboy-digital
prod. @forza3m @brandonfinessin @oogiemane @yung3m @whitearmor1

Working On Dying

Buy/Stream

Redlight Moments prod. OogieMane, F1LTHY

run shannon run (prod. tyson x gosuto)

Hook

We gon get it popping like the mosque in New Zealand 4 5 6  every body stops breathing 7, 8, or 9 demons in me I’m screaming , I can not seem to find the reason , i , i , i , I have an absent mind , and it just goes blank every time you look me straight in my eyes . No I cant say a word to save my life , I try but fail every time . Playing tag with my feelings cause they can run but they can’t hide .

Verse

Touching on her like tag , said your it now she want me so bad , We were running in circles so fast , that we ran into eachothers past . Exchange my bad for your bad , exchange my sad for your sad , we both go lost on the way back , and now I guess this is all we have . No don’t drift away , Dont hide away , we’ll find a way , die today , I swear I would rather die today , then to have to watch you burn inside of fires you should not concern . 

Bridge

lets play tag prod. by absxnt mind

Belis - Place like this

production by https://soundcloud.com/opal707 + https://soundcloud.com/with3rx

GLASS CURTAINS SIDE B

lyrics:

(verse 1)
the graveyards open again
she talk too much till i’m deaf
quick sand deep hole in my chest
the shelf is filled up with heads
there’s evil bugs in my bed
i don’t want no safety net
the awful things that i dread
they still reside where i rest (rest rest rest)
sitting in the backyard stars keep talking
chair on the porch and the yard dogs barking
i wanted to sleep forever

(hook)
i wanted to sleep forever 
it’s okay it’s broke, its better
you can wipe your eyes on my sweater
we could be two birds of a feather
(x2)

(verse 2)
we can be two crows on the grass
we can talk to insects and plants
i got nothing to do but we can make plans
outside my window skeleton hands
beetles crawl around where i sleep at
i’m too fucked up, you can see that
read read read you can read me
pages rip while ur shrieking 

mo’ mo’ mo’ molly voices calling
i guess i’ll stop it i guess i’ll drop it
i don’t got time for all of this nonsense 
smoke too much i smoke till i’m nauseous 

(hook)