amalgamation of my inner thoughts die at my frontal lobe

TombStone - Dracula Flow (Prod.FakeTalency) (2024)

TombStone - Vorkuta

Lyrics-
Ayy, RIP Serenity, y’all ain’t no label, just some wannabes
Fake-ass thugs and fucking emos, boy, y’all softer than some double Ds
Cameron cryin’ ’bout calories, two slices got him panickin’
Yung Snow, you goofy, bro, your bitch look like a lunch lady
She a female cuck, you sing ‘bout exes, that’s enough, baby
Levi bought that Reddit porn, bruh, you need some management Anger you can’t manage it 

Ayy, Cam, stop stressin’, she ain’t bad, you just obsessed
Said I hit? Boy, you so damn pressed, take a sec, go catch your breath
Levi cappin’, he just mad his whole damn career regret
Talkin’ ’bout convictions? You the one that’s lookin’ sus, I bet
Lmf Truth, you fat as fuck, that neck beard got its own zip code
Rap ’bout trauma, rap ’bout pills—bro, nobody gives a fuck though
That “woe is me” shit is so corny, take your sob story fucking shove that shit 
Only thing you convicted of is bein’ wack and lackin’
 Kidd Cosmos, who? Yeah, that’s a name I just don’t know
Tried to jack the 808, but we ain’t rockin’ with that clone HoodFamous? Nah, you nameless, fake A Boogie, stop the act Only time he seen the trenches was a movie with the cast

Ntf Rashad, bruh, you not a scammer, you a joke
Posin’ with that iPhone like a Glock, boy, you ain’t tote
888? That’s yo’ angel number, prayin’ for some clout

going out bad

evil Levi