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Харакири

BROKEN RECORD - @CoaastGxd & @Dubich
Produced by @Sixthells
Mixed/Mastered by @Netuhbeats
Art by Halo Blaack

LYRICS
[COAASTGXD]
I just wanna run away
I just wanna hit a lick and disappear without a mother fucking trace
I just wanna find place with a wide open space
Never worry bout another fucking face
I just wanna run away
I just wanna hit a lick and disappear without a mother fucking trace
I just wanna find place with a wide open space
Never worry bout another fucking face
I just sit in silence trynna little meditation
Wanna get away from every moment that I gotta be awake
I got all these different voices in my head
They're pulling, tearing me to shreds
Until a fated death I can't escape
I know that I'm probably sounding like a broken record
Cause I never get my shit together but I swear that I'm not
Not trying
I'm just fucked up
I know that I'm probably sounding like a broken record
Cause I never get my shit together but I swear that I'm not
Not trying
I'm just fucked up

[DUBICH]
Hung my head so long
How do the stars light up the sky at night
I wish I could remember rolling in my timber
All a sinner ever needed was a glimmer
Running into bitter memories
And they only helped me see that life was dimmer
How I'm finna kill my enemies
With a percent of my energy
Barely controlling this entity
Still I be hoping they measure me
For now I lay low
It'd be a shame if I tripped and I fell off the face of the earth
I be feeling sedated when I'm feeling nervous
I got no say so
And I got no purpose
I'm in the yard shirtless rehearsing my curses
The hurt is unnerving, I'm tryna reverse all the burning I feel when the day go
No silence, no potato on the Draco
Thoughts of violence make me wonder what I'm made of
Probably why it's quiet I'm afraid of
Hung my head so
I don't gotta see your fucking faces turn to me and make me wanna runaway again
I'm so over it

Broken Record

Broken Record w/ Dubich [Prod. Sixthells]

"We Just Call Them Nuts Here"
@coaastgxd with @iamblaize666
Produced by @apixxbeats
Mixed/Mastered by @netuhbeats
Art by Halo Blaack

We Just Call Them Nuts Here

We Just Call Them Nuts Here w/ iamBlaize [prod. APiXx]

FOLLOW US:

YTD - 
INSTA:https://www.instagram.com/yung_teardrop/?hl=en
SPOTIFY:https://open.spotify.com/artist/2KVT1V0QF5lMW5PmSoOgPJ?si=Ael2doHbR5KWHd9NN-L9Sw
APPLE MUSIC:https://music.apple.com/us/artist/ytd/1460117007
TWITTER:https://twitter.com/ytd69?lang=en

SIXTHELLS:
INSTA:https://www.instagram.com/sixthells/?hl=en
SPOTIFY:https://open.spotify.com/artist/3IWocno46hRzkJKbDvcuxn?si=RkEdrQ1ISmWY7L1z0ILGJA
APPLE MUSIC:https://music.apple.com/ca/artist/sixthells/1437271033
TWITTER:https://twitter.com/sixthellsmusic?lang=en

YTD X SIXTHELLS - Zeikin

YTD x SIXTHELLS - ZEIKIN

Nickeltrap

@velsser

Bitch I’m bouta fuckin blast off 

On this mother ship 

Hit the breaks
Rip the mask off
Who you fuckin with 

Aye

On some other shit 

Hey 

Roll another spliff 

Aye 

Take another hit 

Wait 
Take a nigga bitch

I got no worries I know I’m the best in  

No time for lackin and no time for Rest 

Commit every sin 
So I got no confession 

When I was born 
Was the birth of a blessing 
_____

Yea I’m through with hoes bitch 

I been foolin those bitch 

Suck in through yo nose bitch 

You a stupid hoe bitch 




All these people fake as fuck 
 Yea I’m so through with them 

say I’m crazy might belong inside the looney benn 

Aye 

Like a lunatic 

Aye

Bust and bruise yo shit 

Chop and screw yo chick 

Yea 

Keep it gruesome bitch 

Going up 

Yo time I know it up 

I’m Finna just Pour it up 

 might throw it up 

Don’t try no showing up 

Pull up and u know wassup 

Everyday I been so use to the pain 

Live to my name I could ever feel shame 

Stuck in the mud so I stand in the rain 

Never could point only myself to blame

blast off

BLAST OFF ( Prod. Mystxry )

Tracked/Mixed/Mastered by @Thornwallstudios
Produced by @Scvwm

Lyrics 

Verse 1: Richmaiden 

sometimes this shit don’t add up
sometimes this shit don’t make sense 
i built all this from the ground up
and i could lose it any second 
now, i will not repent, nah
when he come to collect
pale death in a all white benz
peeled off in the volvo sipping fernet 
peel off my skin and throw it in the gutter where i lay to rest

remember when it wasn’t cool to be depressed 
remember all those pages scattered on my desk
and i couldn’t even tell my therapist the way i felt
and now y’all act too cool to keep it to yourself 
i’m bout to pull the fuckin chartreuse off the shelf 
and chug that shit until i forget i’m in hell 
maiden in endless suffering if you can’t tell 
but don’t feel sorry for my hollow shell

Verse 2: Eidolon

So cock back
 and pull yourself up from your fuckin boot straps 
Ive got no time to follow in their false tracks 
I got no time in general chasing success 
I got this anger and I’ve been holding it back 

See Your persistence is the type to make me sick 
And your existence is as hollow as your wits 
I’ve got a fortress that’s been hanging off my neck 
I’ve got a fortune buried underneath this stress 
I am not the product of the sums of someone else 
I won’t sit silent in the 9th circle of hell 
A choke on lies can make it hard to even scream 
So watch me rip right from the seams

Keep It To Yourself (prod. Scvwm)

PROD. SIXTHELLS

I don't care about this
I don't care about that
Fuck your thousand dollar jeans
And your stupid fucking raps
Middle finger to the scene and to all of those who back out
Shoutout to my feens even if im out the trap now

You can’t stop it
There again fuck it
Near the end
But you can’t seem to
Get past it
Some people just need a gun to
Get active
Some people just need a gun to get 
Past it

I just been dreming about
Another demon inside me
And I keep screaming it out
Cuz I need this to feel
Okay
I just been dreaming about
Another demon inside me
And I keep screaming it out
I just hope that ill be okay

Fuck em yea they can’t stop us
Fuck em yea they can’t stop us
Fuck em yea they can’t stop us
Fuck em yea they can’t stop us

I don't care about this
I don't care about that
Fuck your thousand dollar jeans
And your stupid fucking raps
Middle finger to the scene and to all of those who back out
Shoutout to my feens even if im out the trap now

Another Face

ANOTHER FACE

DIE ANOTHER DAY (PROD. PLAGUE X TWENTYTHREE)

Mixed and Written by Big Roshi
Produced by DiRT

Lyrics: N/A this time

Separation.

MVKO

You dont wanna see whats in my trunk, yeah,
One wrong move youll end up in the dump, yeah,
Blunt NSYNC hit it bye bye bye,
Your bitch in my dm say slide slide slide,
What you gonna say when we pull up, Bitch,
You a bitch boy you full of, shit,
I remember way back way back you were hating the kid,
Now all you bump my music and you say that I'm the shit,

Window tint,
5 percent,
Fourty fives and Kevlar vests,
Whole gang nice we fresh like crest,
Whole game know that hellhounds next,
Rocket in our pocket call it Elon space x,
Bitch we blowin up its time to face facts,
Pussy back down as soon as they pressed,
They won't run their mouth with 2 to their chest,

Im Better off alone,
Cemetery my new home,
Yall some clones,
To many motha fuckas tryna be your influence instead of making it your own,

Run up on me im ready,
Fracture your skull my fist to heavy,
Hole in your head my aim to steady,
Fuckin with the gang can prove to be deadly, bitch


WITCHOUSE 40K 
Comin from the trenches
Looking like a witch,
I’m an animal
Two cups, Double Glocks, And some adderall
Piped up wita gang, now yo gang
in abyss
Imma press em into print like a
 catalog
Cannibal, Always got a mask like I’m hannibal
I give no fucks when you throw up yo set
AK with tumaggz it cocked at your head
And I pullup to shows while you showin up dead
Blech
...fuck that bitch
Shawty gimme soul when you suck that dick
Aye yuh
Run that shit
Run up on a bag, Like I run this bitch
Gon run that shipment through yo mistress
Leave em sleepin wit the fishes,
Im the suspect you a witness,
I’m the sickness of yo visions
I been
I been seeing past all the fakes
Okay
I been gaining mad sin the bank
Okay
Pullup all gas, no brakes
Venom in the face, Wita chain fulla fans
I
Spit on yo consciousness, flippin yo confidence, I want to soul and I’m leavein em bodless
Taking yo oxygen,
All of it
I want
I’m in yo head and I feel like a colonist
Red dot On his nose, He looking Rudolph
I Rip the pockets I ain’t take the medula
Shawty suck me snake me up like Medusa
I fuck dat bish, and then I pass her to uber
Blechhhh
Smoke em like a bag
Now he elevating
I be liftin the bag
Like a heavyweight
Im wit my hellhound , we come from cages
Now we roam in the lands bouta desomate

Харакири

obsudi

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