Prod. ohomickey
Mix/Master. G0M1
Writing/Vocals. G0M1
Cover art. G0M1

(Lyrics)
Crystal on the campus
I'm about to throw up
Result of my habits
Making me sick
Do it all the time I need to grow up
Balloon in my stomach, and it's filling
Filling so fast I'm gunna blow up
Left eye aching, cracks in my soul
Rips all over need to sew up
So what
I'm like so done
Lost one again, and the magick has run
All through my spirit, bounce of the walls
It's him I hear it

Buying pills instead of the Benz
Cause the bank wouldn't clear it
Doesn't really matter off the drugs I can't steer it
Tethered by a spirit
Miley makes me clear and coherent

Clear and coherent
(Clear and coherent)
But I'm about to go up
Crystal on the campus
Didn't make it to class I need to show up

Crystal on the campus
I'm about to throw up
Result of my habits
Making me sick
Do it all the time I need to grow up
Balloon in my stomach, and it's filling
Filling so fast I'm gunna blow up
Left eye aching, cracks in my soul
Rips all over need to sew up
So what
I'm like so done
Lost one again, and the magick has run
All through my spirit, bounce of the walls
It's him I hear it
(One of one)
Miley makes me clear and coherent

COTC (prod. ohomickey)

prod @vuksai
vox + lyrics by me
yk how it goes

i said a couple things that i never shoulda said
i did a couple things that i never shoulda did
everything u wanna have
imma try to give u it
every moment in your past
is what i'm pondering

what's done is done is done is done
i can't keep up on fucking up
it's all my fault my fault my fault
how i left you all all alone

that's how it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes
keep losing myself on this road this road, you know

i said a couple things that i never shoulda said
i did a couple things that i never shoulda did
everything u wanna have
imma try to give u it
every moment in your past
is what i'm pondering

everything you are to me
everything you're gonna be
my perfect memory
one that i will always see
in my blank fucking head
you're the only one i see
in my blank fucking head
you're my perfect memory

everything u want (vuksai)

prod. @kojowav @newgarasu
Oh baby shake that for me,
I just pour up molly,
I just popped like 2 xans,
I think I forgot who I am,
And my baby like acting naughty,
I feel just like Aubrey,
I was offa 40,
Put a pill in a bang,
This high is so strong,
Creatine & alpazloram,
Im so high baby shake that ass,
Uuur so cute,
Uuur so cute,
Baby smoke this -----,
Ballet flats & a mini skirt,
Uuu make it work,
Im not talkative offa xxx,
But uur such a flirt,
Baby tell me what I'm worth,
I just popped a ----.

And my baby like acting naughty,
I feel just like Aubrey,
I was offa 40,
Put a pill in a bang,
I feel just like Aubrey,
I feel just like Aubrey,
Lights on and your tops off,
And Im on top,
And uur so right,
And uur so wrong,
Champagne flavour my bang,
Uuu call me papi,
U u u make me happy,
And my cup it makes me happy,
I sip till im on my knees,
Beggin baby make me happy,
Oh uur so nasty,
Oh baby make me happy.

Torture me baby I know,
Motions of love move slow,
I show uuu I care,
In everyway,
Every,
Every day,
I need -

Romance,
Take off those pants,
Do a cute dance,
Love at first glance,
I thought I had one chance,
Do a double take,
I got my cake and I ate it,
Fake it till I make,
I feel just like Drake,
Swear all my friends are fake,
And when I met you I thought it was fate,
And I wonder if its real.

And my baby like acting naughty,
naughty,
I feel just like Aubrey,
I was offa 40,
Put a pill in a bang,
I feel just like Aubrey,
I feel just like Aubrey,
And my baby like acting naughty.

I Feel Just Like Aubrey ₚᵣₒd. ₖₒⱼₒ & Gₐᵣₐₛᵤ

p. @silversxo

Oh baby please don't leave tonight...
Let's get high,
Don't cry...
Baby I'm tryin'.

Oh & I couldn't see,
The percys got to me,
I couldn't speak baby,
I thought these pills would make me better,
And now I'm looking at pictures of you wearing my sweater,
Racking up lines of ketamine.
The weirdest things they get to me,
Your scent...
It will never leave baby.

I pop 2...
I want 2 more,
4 xans...
I just hit the floor man,
Tripping looking sideways,
Looking at the doorman,
I got a cup on me,
Singing lean in my truck baby,
I got-
I got love baby 4 u...
I got so fucked up baby,
Cus you weren't there,
Pointing at my heart baby,
Like it hurts there,
Putting your hands out...
Like put another xanny bar in here,
Pointing at your mouth baby...
All of the things you do to me,
It's crazy.

Oh you're scaring me now,
Baby keep those lips shut,
Talking about commitment,
I think you're missing the point,
Lets kiss & Avoid,
Nothing means nothing,
& I mean nothing to you,
So let's move on,
Move that batty right on here,
It's so unclear,
I forgot how we got here,
I blame the Ksalol's my love,
& that body...
Oh what the fuck, 
I give up...

I had a lot of cards,
I didn't play any of them,
I just took another bar,
Tryna get outta my head...
Baby don't leave bed-
So early...
You'll hurt me:'(

You got devious plans & they're workin',
You had previous man...
& he's nothing compared to me,
Oh trust me baby,
We'll be A O K,
I just did another-
Bump of K...
We're Ok.

I Blame The Ksalol's P. Silver

Ft @costi_0
p. Oatmilk&Codeine

Oatmilk:
Smoke and hit the floor 
Smoke until I hit the floor baby
On my knees I want more baby
Uh uh
Give me your love
I don’t wanna give up
I don’t wanna feel this way
I don’t wanna feel this way
I don’t wanna feel this way
I don’t wanna feel this way
Everthing feels so strange
Everthing feels so strange
Walk into the club
Strainer on my head it’s a no brainer
Walk into the club
Ash on my Jeans it’s imperative
Oh I got to smoke I’m a hedonist
Oh fucking up
U know I’m the best at it
I just do
Everything wrong
Everything wrong
Everything wrong
I just forgot the word of my own song my own song
I recorded a song on a sock

Costi:
An invocation
All covered in leaves
Hiding horns beneath
Can't make out the words
You string together
Nettles so sweet
Left a mark on my skin
I fill the gaps in between
Hit me like a pile of bricks
U hit me like a pile of bricks

Oatmilk: 
Give me your love
I don’t wanna give up
I don’t wanna feel this way
I don’t wanna feel this way
I don’t wanna feel this way
I don’t wanna feel this way
Everthing feels so strange
Everthing feels so strange
Walk into the club
Strainer on my head it’s a no brainer
Falling off
& Pop an oxy making friends w/ the strangers
We're not talking less they pay us
Shadow people in the basement
Look in the mirror
Making faces
They looking away
They tryna play us
Leave no traces 
Smoke the paper
Leave no traces 
Smoke the paper
Evil follows where wonder
I fall on my knees for uuu
Smoke until I'm dumb
I smoke until I hit the floor...

No Brainer + c0sti p. ₒₐₜₘᵢₗₖ&Cₒdₑᵢₙₑ [кｒ𝕒丅ㄖ𝓜Įｃᗷσϻβ💣⚠️]

haha haha lalalala @kojowav
This is a David Kratomberg exclusive©©©

Smoke & Can't Focus ###Kratomberg ##1738AD [Kojo&Oat]

Broken (starboyrob x themed1c x 1gokami)

i falter

1080

prod. hud2exotic

It’s enough

You got Saint Laurent all on your jacket, you so tuff
It’s just something ’bout the way you rock and do your stuff
Make me wanna take you out, I take you up above
I’ll just wait till the gang get out, you know I show them love
I got pistols, we can bang it out, they say they want some blood?
Got a K, that bitch be hanging out, it feel like all I love
Slice, slice, I went Wu-Tang and now I’m hanging wit my cus
My type, yeah, she some bad lil shit, she grab it wit her glove
Mike Tyson, I pull up bashing shit, I prolly don’t need no gun
I get to trippin’, this stick, it stay on my side, it feel like I’m born to blick
Fuckin’ this hoe, I’m dogging this hoe, I’m beating that shit like I’m born to hit

M17, no normal stick
Hoe too clean, got bored of it
Diamond ring, yo daughter lit
She drink my kids, drink all of it
I’m teaching her 1, 2, swallow and spit
This not a runaround, this how I get
I get down wit them blicks
Nigga wanna runaround, play, got hit
Sing on the bus, I’m like Ms. Frizz
Hermès belt on the buckle, I’m lit
I get mad, I’m throwing a fit
You got racks imported
They gon like it, love it
Guide your hand and touch it
I’m so I’m so deadend
I’m so I’m so westend

It’s enough

You got Saint Laurent all on your jacket, you so tuff
It’s just something ’bout the way you rock and do your stuff
Make me wanna take you out, I take you up above
I’ll just wait till the gang get out, you know I show them love
I got pistols, we can bang it out, they say they want some blood?
Got a K, that bitch be hanging out, it feel like all I love
Slice, slice, I went Wu-Tang and now I’m hanging wit my cus
My type, yeah, she some bad lil shit, she grab it wit her glove
Mike Tyson, I pull up bashing shit, I prolly don’t need no gun
I get to trippin’, this stick, it stay on my side, it feel like I’m born to blick
Fuckin’ this hoe, I’m dogging this hoe, I’m beating that shit like I’m born to hit

I Feel Just Like Aubrey ₚᵣₒd. ₖₒⱼₒ & Gₐᵣₐₛᵤ

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