AwayFromYourLove

WRITTEN, PERFORMED, PRODUCED, MIXED AND MASTERED BY SLIXX

LUNG SMOKE WITHDRAWALS INTRO (PROD.SLIXX)

PROD. WICKEDTONGUE 
ART CREATED BY ALEX BATESON

[ALEX'S LINKS]
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[MY LINKS]
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twitter.com/wickedtonguee
www.youtube.com/channel/UCwuX8k-ALtcdpeZ_EYnHxzg

FUCK ANYBODY WHO CANT SEE MY VISION I TOOK THE WRONG TURNS AND I FOUND MYSELF MISSING 

IM WRITING THESE SONGS HOPE YOU PAYING ATTENTION 

ILL PROBABLY BE DEAD BY THE TIME THAT YOU LISTEN 

NEVER TOO GOOD AT THE TALKING, ALWAYS HAD SO MUCH TO SAY 

IT HAPPENS TOO OFTEN 

RAPPERS ARE LAME 

THEY FLASHIN THEY CHAINS 

INFECT ALL YA PARASITE BRAINS WITH THE MUSIC THEY MAKE 

ITS FUCKING EXHAUSTING 

Skeletons up in they closet, rotting away 

But I am the shame, creep up in your brain 

creep up thru your veins in your face 

You fucking disgust me because you’re fucking disgusting 

On the inside your body’s rotting on the out you’re just fucking ugly 

I hate you the most 

The bodies float to the coast 

I can’t see nothing now, I know that I’ma fucking ghost 

Bitch i’m creeping in the motherfucking kitchen, i don’t wanna hear shit about how i’m fucking living 

back in the double digits cause i do it independent 

What could you possibly say about me? 

I’m always up working bitch i never sleep 

You leech all the trends and it’s easy to see 

the rest of us grinding and all y’all just weak

You’ll find your own path or become a sheep

GOBLIN

No(n)sense (prod. erlax )

It's been rough, but here's the next part of Just Some Bars. Enjoi.


"Snakes all in the grass, I’m just watching em slither
Keep the drank in my glass till I’m stopping my liver
Best friends with outlaws and dealers so without out laws we living
Ain’t too proud of it, but fuck sobriety, I ain’t a quitter
I always wanted to be a player, but I guess I never fit the bill
I doubt the women feel my twitchy ass always bad at sitting still
Drink until I pass out, prolly why my liver feels like shit
All the passions ashes out, so if passed I take little hits
If that, even then I won’t be kick back, paranoia
Hits bad, so mostly I’m just fucking up a six pack
I’ll be lucky to die a middle aged functioning alcoholic
I’m done with all the self care I’d rather tumble down to the bottom
Trying to dodge the rocks everyday say I’m sorry god
My mom’s and pop’s just wanted me to be on my job
So I figure I’ll be lucky to find me a decent wage
My homies all want to make it I guess that we all age different
I just wanna make it to my grave without my faith missing
Drunk in front of the bible like an Irish priest page flipping
Looking for my answers even though I’ll prolly forget em
If you’ve seen a better side of me I highly doubt that I’ve met him
My demons were like a symbiote and I was drowning in venom
My friends all got advice for me, I’ll try it out in a second




I might have to quit smoking and if I do I really will miss it
Got drunk with some demons while they were killing my spirits
I almost let the demons take control
Almost gave up on faith I know god would forsake my soul
But I can’t let em kick me while I’m down cause I’d hate go
Out like that cause I know that is Satan’s goal
My purpose from god? I would never trade for gold
Or basic old things because they won’t make me whole
God I apologize for all the times I’m gonna fall short
And all the times I already have, I know my faults lord
And thank you for that! Cause I barely know much else
I just pray I get back to trying to know myself
Took some hits I know that dealt damage below my belt
I was gone for so long, almost forgot how sober felt
Crawling back to you yet again, the work will never end
Just tryna change my life for real before I tell my friends
What’s been up spent too much time drunk and slumped
Still love Fort Worth but I can’t be stuck in funks
No more, trying hold doors open like Hodor
I was too bent off three 40s a day why I fold for

I’ve been praying, while they prey on me religiously
I ain’t no Getoboy but my mind’s been playing tricks on me
I’m sick of these fuck boys taking all my victories
And my inner peace, pistols free your mind when the trigger squeeze

I try to be the good guy but they stay on my bad side
Psyche fucked up from trying to hold onto my damn pride
Mind like a wet noodle my brains have been pan-fried
People think they can’t count on me because I got my hands tied
Mfs get cut like Samurai Champloo
Move with a rag tag crew like Gene, Mugen and Foo
Wilin too much like a damn foo, hypnotized by the drink, got me puking up blue, sadly this bullshit ain’t new
Fuck it tho, finna pick up flow,
Wondering to myself where did the love all go
Stuck and slow inside my mind tell me what you wanna know
I won’t hold back, cognac make me throw up my soul, feeling too comfortable"

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