SOMUCH (prod. eem triplin)

Lyrics: 

Thinking on a mistake 
did a little bidding in my head space 
sold my soul to stay away from mis taste 
disgrace thinking bout my dumb face 
scattered fuck it shatter heart and leave me in my worst place 

 motherfuckers only care about the baggage only passing verbal passive fuck a passion 
lets just follow what hes doing maybe cash in catch em lacking 
never worried bout my death its only matter time it happens 

watch em gather round they circle like the birds above
puffing on a jay up in the other hand a blunt 
Smoke to face I like the taste of poison up inside my lungs
always blood in hand im coughing up my body not a pun 
always doing drugs what started out for fun 
only taking what I can but lately I be smoking till my vision faded body stiff and numb
fuck it up dont give a fuck about it wont be here for long 
Reaper never distant always linger im the vagabond
abbadon
 rest in piss you piece of shit no peace for leeches dead and gone 
plenty out for me the others hate but talk about my songs
fuck around and find out why im always in my head along 
Ripping and tripping prescription split I take a hit and gone 
Spitting precision the blade done slitting vein im living wrong  
Running no stunting id rather puff the weed inside the bong 
Dejected impressing whatever’s left instead I write this song 
Now lay in bed I look up at the ceiling 
empty heart I long 

Wishing 
this was the end of it all think I’m kidding
I look for a sign or some hope but it’s distant 
In head know it’s wrong but abusing decisions 
To vices now numb feeling dumb always living dependent 
I can’t get away got no ice or no pendant 
Depending I make it no matter I’m sending in life with a

message of give it and sinning repent for a feeling no god in the ceiling it shatters like glass as I fall never kneeling my face got no place in this world why I’m peeling my skin from my bones to be close to these demons berating or hating no matter they with me forever pariah dejected come get me or leave me alone 

In this hole I rot inside my tomb no light it’s dark just like the womb could I presume that  life on pause will not resume so grip the pistol know im doomed 
My eyes now white just like the moon

VERTIGO. (Prod. YUNGMEXIC$NBIH)

Lyrics:
(Tragiic)
Im fillin my cup wit some liquor
Nah fuck it im downin the bottle
I wanna feel something
Im makin mistakes with these dirty decisions
I look at my face in the mirror, im not livin
I hit up my dealer for smoke when im sippin
I hit up my homies that ready to kill it
Create hella art but they dont see the vision
Im under the weather cuz i am so sick of it
Undoubtedly gonna hold onto grudges
Dont talk to me boi, im gon hop out the bucket
Im lighting a spliff, passin it to my cousin
Im breakin my silence cuz i hate assumptions
Fuck what you said
Fuck what you heard
They want my money
Niggas get on my nerves
Im downin 40s
Keep slurrin my words
I show no mercy
That is what I prefer

Yung tragedy
Smoking blunts in my sleep
Sleep walkin how im chasin all of these dream’s 
Rollin and rollin
Dont make it a scene
Capacity over the limit
Of green
I like to smoke weed
Bitch i feel like Ricky
Drink out the bottle like Mr. Lahey
Hotbox the whip
And cannot see a thing
A man of my word
But i wont say a thing
{x2}

(Akjonny)
Ridin in a all black whip 
Still a young player wit a blade on my hip 
Blunt smoke to fye when I’m in this bitch 
Take a sip of my cup then go double that shit 
Know they fuckin wit the seven on a late night tip 
Buddy thinkin he fly but I hit that bitch 
And I never know why I do feel like a pimp 
Cant avoid me lil baby I’m up like a blimp 

I heard shawty wan fuck cuz I’m up now
Left wrist only thing I’m finna bust down 
Seven all in yo zone like a touch down 
Runnin up throwin 4s when I come around 

When I stepped in that bitch she know ak
It’s the bands in my wallet that I save 
If the verses wit me then I get paid today 
I got homies givin love that straight from The bay bitch

(Tragiic)
Yung tragedy
Smoking blunts in my sleep
Sleep walkin how im chasin all of these dream’s 
Rollin and rollin
Dont make it a scene
Capacity over the limit
Of green
I like to smoke weed
Bitch i feel like Ricky
Drink out the bottle like Mr. Lahey
Hotbox the whip
And cannot see a thing
A man of my word
But i wont say a thing

send the house (prod. yungstxxzy)

MObeaty

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