Name: Tilted Mindframe by NCO REC
Duration: 3 min 28 s
Description: Off the official Album “Jungle Muzik”

But i Hope you all enjoy this.... Please Enjoy leave a comment to ok imma stop typing now. (This is almost two years old now n im just now dropping it :( ).

Nothing Ever Last Forever

Lyrics

He was geekin off molly, so i went and robbed em for his shit)

(Walk up in REEEDS with a bluesy on my wrist) 

Baby im Making it back spendacouple racks 
And then i made it back

Making it back spendacouple racks 
And then i made it back 
Yeaaahhh

Making it back spendacouple racks 
And then i made it back baby

Im making it back spendacouple racks and then i made it back 

Hatin in my comments  threw a tantrum on a fit

Juggin out a prada bag, go get it check out my grit yeah

Iced out my relli’s rings, yea,  now hoes all up onhim

Do a session, catch a flight, singing pain through the night

track play mean yeaaaa, ooon the scene, on the sceneee yeaaa yeaaaa, swerve off a bean yea!!

talk in code, only when im in that mode!!


Leanin on walnut grove, no i don’t want that life no moeee

Leave my mark on earth, aint bipolar im on my shit

Bring some pints and percs, and some shawtys thats my shittt yeah!

Wake up geeked yeah, never sober uh uh
Urus roarin oooh yeah imma owner

Psyched as fuck, just remember what she told ya,

Momma raised a soldier naw nigga not no bitch uh, 

Doin the Digital- Dash, Bank-Account, got-a-glitch, yeah, uh

Gotta feast, yeah uh, my whole team, yeaaa uh

My teeth glisten, in the summer, niggas schemin, yea

Making movess bitch, fuckin round on TV yeaa

addy got the drop, you know that throat is what i caught

Taking all them drugs yea, the universe what i bought 

Show packed out with fans, in euphoria, im at Rue spot


listened to my nigga Dolph, kept on stackin til it rot

tricked a jada pinkett, like im Paul Wall, Parking lott

making it back, making it back,
Baaaaaby

  that drank give me that rhythm, but i aint lazzzzy,

Baby name one genius that aint crazzyyy
Nooo

Pack it ship it  Sheila did, uh day by day

Fuck a momma then her daughter freaky friday

dont even need no keys, only coco when i push cream uh uh 

Imma fiend, if its bout beats or the lean yeahh


With anything, imma set you upppp for the thang

Money aint a thing, baby come hop on this train

makin it back (cyber speed)

https://on.soundcloud.com/9141i  Aimée Britannia is a 21 year old music producer, singer, songwriter and sound engineer based in Liverpool, UK. Her genres include of Hip Hop, Pop, Experimental and Afropop, however her topics are generally forward-looking, themed by dreamworlds, a utopian future, conscious love, social justice and psychedelic experience. Her latest self-produced album "FANA" symbolizes a new beginning, mainly as Aimée begins her music career in the UK and leaves teenhood, but also as the world transitions from post-pandemic to the New Age. Aimée grew up in Cape Town, South Africa, and her interest in music started as a child playing the piano.

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LYRICS:

𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩
𝘐𝘮𝘮𝘢 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱
𝘙𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘵
𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩
𝘖𝘩
𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵
𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩
𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵
𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱 𝘢 𝘻𝘪𝘱
𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥
𝘕𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘴

Snow in the gutter 
No cudi the cutter gon send that boy straight to the moon 
Smoke out the shutters I roll with my brothers and buzzards 
Ain’t sleeping till I’m in a tomb
That hoe spread like butter for bread with your girl and your mother to leave a lil salt in the wound
Cause we like no other Scene red but ain’t repping no colors cause tony gon shoot up the room

I stay with the troops
And the baddest bitches 
Savage switch off an addict flipping
Add it up and I’m gone
Roll up the madness Livid 
Pot to piss in be missing 
I’m building my own fucking throne 
Gold and the chalice sipping Foreign women and sinning could turn any heart into stone
We new to the Palace living Malice stricken 
Been gripping my heart and written in my bones 

I ride with the ghosts
Vexed at the life that I chose
Stress got me pressing the Wesson inside of my domb 
On this side I’m alone 
I’m done second guessing
My word is a weapon that's chambered inside of my tone
I’m done with discretion and self repossession
and living inside of a phone
Lil bitch my time is on

Snow in the gutter 
No cudi the cutter gon send that boy straight to the moon 
Smoke out the shutters I roll with my brothers and buzzards 
Ain’t sleeping till I’m in a tomb
That hoe spread like butter for bread with your girl and your mother to leave a lil salt in the wound
Cause we like no other Scene red but ain’t repping no colors cause tony gon shoot up the room

I Stay off the goose, loose 
Surely sipping Stories written just getting this shit off my brain
I can’t fuck with a truce 
Full equipping 40 clip for the paper turn heads into paint 
Live my live in a noose
Quarry digging shorty dripping from diamonds I found in my grave
Had to cut out some roots
Glory driven Whore be tripping you think you deserving some cake from the pain that I paid

Don’t got much shit left to say (fuck em)
Guess I found solace reflecting right back of the blade 
Keep my eyes in the shade
Cause praise never comes with some aid
Their gaze never stays if you wait
A couple years goalless can’t help that I’m soulless but fuck it I’m finding my way Out this hell of a maze

Snow in the gutter 
No cudi the cutter gon send that boy straight to the moon 
Smoke out the shutters I roll with my brothers and buzzards 
Ain’t sleeping till I’m in a tomb
That hoe spread like butter for bread with your girl and your mother to leave a lil salt in the wound
Cause we like no other Scene red but ain’t repping no colors cause tony gon shoot up the room

Snow in the gutter 
No cudi the cutter gon send that boy straight to the moon 
Smoke out the shutters I roll with my brothers and buzzards 
Ain’t sleeping till I’m in a tomb
That hoe spread like butter for bread with your girl and your mother to leave a lil salt in the wound
Cause we like no other Scene red but ain’t repping no colors cause tony gon shoot up the room

Snow in the Gutter

Deep Inside My Mind

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