Panic and Purple Nugs

“PANIC”

Panic setting, panic lurking
Someone close the curtain 
I’m betting that I keep on hurting
Smoking back to back, I’m burning
Made by Burton, I’m not real, animated clay person
Dig my hole and lay and wait for someone to throw the fucking dirt in
And I’m waking devastated when I’m thinking bout the body bags 
Visit mental graves so I’m always wearing fucking black 
Staying late up thinking and I’m breaking down from panic attacks 
Taking your reality and throwing it in the fucking trash 
I’m so numb that nothing can shake me 
Made it past the point of breaking
Brain is feeling like it’s caving
Mind and body aching 
Limbs shaking, head racing,
I’m debating my coffin or my cremation, gotta choose a place for my remains to lay in 


Made by Burton, animated clay person
Dig my hole and lay, throw the fucking dirt in


I can never rest in piece, never hittin REM during sleep
I’m internalizing deep, getting weak
My dreams are nightmares where I can’t speak, shadows climbing on my chest, grabbing my throat and choking me 
Try to scream but all I can do is weep
How long does it take to feel normal again?
I’m spending every day waiting for the day to end 
I’m on game seven with my demons and I can’t defend 
I’m transcending into heaven, from this life I was condemned 
I’m a fallen angel like I’m Lucifer, toss me into the lake
And I realize Hell is painful as I’m going up in flames 
I abandon all hope when I reach the gates
Now I’m the king of demons and they’re feeding me grapes


Produced by oceanash

PANIC

“2000-unknown”

Bury it deep 
Under the concrete 
Now I’m crawling out the dirt
In my eyes you see the hurt
See the blood all on my shirt 
Every time I’m at my worst i take the blade and then insert and then I’m falling deeper in my curse 
Speaking with my demons can’t get a word
I just stutter and I slur
Everything would be blurred if you see inside my mind 
Gotta lotta rooms i need to polish and refine
But I never shine, closing the curtains for the last time
2000 to unknown still gotta choose what to with my bones 
I be eatin fruity pebbles like the fucking Flintstones
Im Starting to resemble the devil now I’m alone

All the voices keep on telling me how to feel shit
Counting all the issues that I never wanna deal with 
Waking up from my dreams and now I feel reality 
I cannot take it anymore my purpose is a fallacy 
Used to think that everything would work out
Question what I’m worth now
Everything a blur, wow 
Every time the thoughts coming out I just push em deeper but it only makes me weaker 
Close my eyes I see the reaper 
I’m so cold Im in the freezer 
I don’t wanna be awake 
I’m bouta break 
Think I’m sleeping til my body shake 
No escape 
Draping something over my face 
Putting flowers in the vase 
Leave some poppies by my grave 
I’m nothing as I lay so let me decay 

produced by oceanash

2000-unknown

“Put it on my life” 

Tombfell- https://on.soundcloud.com/xh7P2ZNRF3b737Wk8

scarecrow to the brain
i’m fried
fronto rolled up
and that mothafucka tight
bitch i’ll put it on my life
that i am always high
mothafuck a sober mind
bitch i am dead inside

Always high I cannot cope
Got the blade to my throat 
itching in my brain there’s something missing
fill the gap with dope
Frontal lobe a nowhere road
Overdose and die alone 
Smoking backwoods to the dome
All my fuses fried and blown 
Wearing FTP, smoking on that Russian cream 
Licking up the seam, kick the bucket with the beam
All my demons grinning the room is spinning I grab the knife, not thinking twice, I make a slice
Fuck, i might die tonight
Always high I cannot cope
Got the blade to my throat 
itching in my brain there’s something missing
fill the gap with dope
Frontal lobe a nowhere road
Overdose and die alone 
Smoking backwoods to the dome

scarecrow to the brain
i’m fried
fronto rolled up
and that mothafucka tight
bitch i’ll put it on my life
that i am always high
mothafuck a sober mind
bitch i am dead inside

Produced by CRCL

Put It On My Life [ft. Tombfell] [prod. CRCL]

mixing rain with the tears that i cry

getting high as im looking to the sky
every day i keep on asking why
mixing rain with the tears that i cry 
and im bled dry 
i dont even know anymore why i try 
looking thru the windowpane and its raining outside
taking weed to the brain just to pass the fucking time
let the grass grow thru my eyes
see the hurt see the lies
see me in the dirt whne i die,

Indica blowing in the rain, and im slowing 
nobody in my boat and im rowing
flowing with the waves, dont know where im going
giving up on everything, paddle im throwing
all these fucking drugs in my mind im decaying
draw my own blood, listen what the demons saying
looking at my wrist glisten and im fucking fading 
trauma visions in my head when im fucking laying

Roaming round my grave
rolling blunts for the pain
im just my skeleton remains
Rigcage, nothing contain
no stain i made on this earth 
blade to the vein now im in the dirt 
remember the blunts that we burnt 
I don’t even know what I’m fucking worth

Roaming round my grave
blunts for the pain
im just my skeleton remains
Rigcage, nothing contain
no stain i made on this earth 
now im in the dirt 
remember the blunts that we 
I don’t even know what I’m fucking worth

Produced by lord135

Mixing Rain With The Tears That I Cry [prod. lord135]

HALLOWEED 

Put the blunt to my lips 
see the resin drip
Open up my crypt 
Throw my body in a pit 
Coffin door I rip 
thread bouta snip 
Edge of a cliff 
Demons saying do a flip 
Worms and maggots crawling out my eye socket
Grab the Glock I’m stashing in my fucking  pocket 
Tap the safety off I shoot and then I mop it 
Smoke too many blunts I’m trying not to vomit
Fuck em all 
Let em fall 
Bodies spraying on the wall 
Another victim in the vault 
Stacking all the corpses like I’m playing No Russian 
Oceanash love destruction 
GLOOM is the coven 

Every night I’m dying gotta smoke away the pain
Not enough edibles numb my face
Sun coming up, throwing up in the drain 
Feeling stuck, demons in my fucking brain 
Put the mask on my face, grab the blade 
Leaving ash is my trace 
Clean the stain
Smoking grass smoking lace I’m insane
Raining brass, rage that I wont contain 
Possessing like the Conjuring 
Leave a bloody print of my hand and then I’m wandering 
Grab the blade, break my fucking gelatin 
at the cemetery in the ground I see my skeleton 

Produced by oceanash

HALLOWEED

Until I’m Ash

Smoking resin dealing with depression 
Never healing from regressions
To the ceiling I shoot the weapon 
Thru my skull cuz death I’m betting
Gamble with my life might lose it all I’m sweating
Lurking in the 617 
I was born to die 
All my demons come alive 
Every night when I close my eyes
I know I’m running out of time 
I’m running out of time, my life is going fast 
I’m flicking the ash all over my path 
Im buying another pound Im spending all of my fucking cash 
Never looking back cuz if I do I’m getting panic attacks 
Demons controlling my body I don’t how to act 
Then I grab the strap put me in the coffin and plant the grass 
Trying everything to run from my own mind until I’m ash 

Looking at the ceiling I’m watching the smoke dissipate 
Blowing all my of problems to the sky and hoping it goes away 
when i die I’m in the coffin covered up with the dirt
See the hurt
Pull up in a hearse
Every day I’m worse 
Laying low, I’m so low I just rot 
Dying slow, decaying from all of  my demons surround me and plot
Never gonna show you what’s inside of my brain cuz it locked 
Looking at the weed it’s stocked 
Buckshot, my head go pop 
Haunted by trauma can’t sleep 
Huh
Eating and smoking the weed 
Yuh
Please, don’t wanna be me 
Huh
Please, I hate when I breathe 
Yuh
Haunted by trauma can’t sleep 
Huh
Eating and smoking the weed 
Huh
Please, don’t wanna be me 
Huh
Please, I hate when I breathe 

produced by oceanash

Until I’m Ash

Only Comfortable In A Mask

Take the smoke 
Hold it-Hold it til it ghost
Slit ur throat, Sacrifice the goat

Puffing on the green before it turn into a crime scene
Take a dab now I’m dabbing the blood off of me  
Always sad 
Watch me creep
I’m the black sheep
Talking shit behind my back 
watch your blood seep
Got the blade in my hand and now I’m sweaty 
All these fuck boys in my town now they petty 
Bouta bust my head open like confetti 
Im a burden too heavy 
When I think of death I know I’m fucking ready 
Black skies
Meet your demise 
See thru your lies 
I’m too hurt inside 
in the dirt you pry
coffin buried alive 
I’m dead don’t revive 
Blow my head it’s my time 

Take the smoke 
Hold it-Hold it til it ghost
Slit ur throat, Sacrifice the goat

Take a look inside my mind the evil shit you never see 
Look into my fucking eyes the Antichrist is part of me 
Screaming and flipping the crosses when I see the priest 
I’m always in pieces, how could I ever know peace 
Sad motherucker in a mask with a bag full of cash 
Edibles making me crash, shaking ash on the hunnids all over my lap
I’m a mess, dealing with death 
got the rope round my neck 
Demons placing bets 
Imma fall to my stress
I must get high 
I’m dust my brain is fried 
At dusk I’ll fucking die
Busting with the 45 
With the demons I’m never alone
Why do the shadows feel like my home 
cutting all the way to the bone 
These days satan feeling so close 

Produced by Curtes

Only Comfortable In A Mask [prod. Curtes]

Dark Passenger 

Roll the game dump the guts 
Smoke is blowing in the gust my life will dissipate I’m dust
I Seen a ghost my face is flush I’m baked my vision blur I’m faded taking w a slur 
Put me back into the earth 
oceanash is in the dirt 

Ocean in the back of a hearse that’s matte 
Hotbox, make it black 
All the damage that I have 
It’s bad 
So sad 
Wrist imma slash 
Drop ash 
Smoke bags
Toke wax now I lag 
New abyss same shit 
New Glock same clip 
New pot I flip
Now they flock for a zip
Moon rock I take a hit
Blood dropping on my wrist
Pain never stop 
Rain dropping on my eyelids 
I’m gonna feel the fucking knife 
Picking a vein and roll the dice
Saying what’s the price 
Of Dollar signs for my life 
spotting my own stone
I’m rotting in the coffin, all i got is my own bones

Roll the game dump the guts 
Smoke is blowing in the gust my life will dissipate I’m dust
I Seen a ghost my face is flush I’m baked my vision blur I’m faded taking w a slur 
Put me back into the earth 
oceanash is in the dirt 

I might get the slug
crows circle and I duck 
Backwoods what I like
Demons coming out at night
Lock my doors roll the blunt tight 
Wrist leak blood seep
Now I’m Triple six feet deep 
Got the sickle bouta reap 
In a loop on repeat 
Eyes thru my window staring at me 
Flashbacks to lsd 
Every day I’m weak
Lookk inside of me, I got a silent heart beat
Im a ghost, watch me levitating off my fucking feet
Now Im speaking in your nightmares
Make you wake and weep 
Thru the walls I creep
Poltergeist you never see

Dark Passenger

I’m hoping you don’t forget  me
open the door that I got in my head see 
It’s Raining outside as I rot in my bed 
Please I don’t wanna be me you see 
I rather be dead or high
Don’t cry 
Don’t lie 
Don’t put on a face and hide 
Numb to the bone as I close my eyes 
I don’t wanna die alone goodbye 
You don’t wanna see me I’m nearby 
All of the loose ends I’ve not tied 
Asking why to the sky
No use I just wanna get by
I dont wanna feel a thing my nerves are fried 
My Pillow is never dry
I just want you to see 
That I want you to breath 
I just want you to see 
That I want you to breath


Produced by oceanash

Mortis Motel

Dirt Nap Dreams

Get high from the fume
Might die from the gloom
Black side of the moon
I sigh in my tomb
Get high from the fume
Might die from the gloom
Black side of the moon
I sigh in my tomb

Always anxious in my hand I got the shake 
I roll it up my brain bake 
Brain ache 
Pain take toll
Pay with a blunt roll
Play with my soul no control
What did I say, I just ripped a fat bowl 
 
Shadows moving in my room I can never sleep
Sweeping all my problems like a broom, my Pain deep 
I’m a loser, never win
I’m Never comfy in my skin
My Head spin
Demon grin 
I’m Thinking bout my next of kin


I can’t thinkSmoking indica it stink 
Demons in my fucking mind so I’m talking to my shrink
I’m always getting high cuz life is going in a blink  
Think I’m getting better but into abyss I sink 

 Silver rope chain around my neck
Blowing o’s and watch em twist
All the problems in my head 
All my flaws I make a list  
Will I see you when I’m dead 
Thinking bout the ones I miss 
I gotta check under my bed 
Never get a second of bliss 

All this shit make me sad 
Sat In the ground, 
All the hurt you pat down 
So flat, now i wait to see the grass 
Don’t wake as I take a dirt nap 
As I lay I Take a last drag

Produced by oceanash

Dirt Nap Dreams

Lost The Key To My Locked Mind

I got a couple hundred reasons why i don’t sleep
always starting late at night, im overthinking on repeat
Weed or Nicotine, lsd now I’m too high
thoughts multiply my pupil covering my eyes 

Gotta calm down gotta rip the loud 
Gotta disappear into another  cloud
Water in the glass perc Blow the purp
Bag the smoke alarm so it don’t chirp

Trying every strain of the Mary Jane
Slab of the dab take away the fucking pain
Forget the memories i got all in my brain
Pale boy off the rail like a fucking train




I can never stop smoking pot
Gotta toke another pound of the crop
Weigh an eight in the wood with the moonrocks 
Blaze it outside with my hood when the  gloom drops


Never make it out my mind cuz it locked
crawling out my fucking brain but not before I drop 
laptop Making beats back to back 
Smoking nugs from the pack  backwoods smelling gas

Took a couple games to the dome 
I roam
Feeling numb light the weed and put it out on my bones 
Hope these fake fucks stop calling my phone 
Put my phone on dnd and then I’m gonna get too stoned 



Produced by oceanash

Lost The Key To My Locked Mind

Pick apart the nugs, rolling up the game
Smoke it toke it til I’m coughing but I feel the same
Push away the pain that is building in my brain
Look outside it’s grey rip the bong as I waste away

I don’t wanna feel this shit until I turn to ash
Fuck the pressure blowing pressure from the sticky pack
Get the blicky I’m not picky how my life will pass
Reminiscing missing life before my mental crash

I just wanna wake and bake until the day goes
Put me in the coffin with the blunt and tight it close
Im just looking at the ceiling how my smoke blows
Im just rolling up a fatty toke it real fucking slow

I keep on seeing my demons when I’m just tryna sleep
I hope I die before I wake so I just rest in piece
Tryna numb the feeling down but I just feel the pain
Try to tell myself just to smoke a new game

Northshore plug blowing o’s
Riding thru the city now my wallet can’t close
Ash the blunt wherever I go
Get the guage I’m gonna explode

Chocolate Games [prod.alexmilano]

It’s that o c e a n a s h 
G l double o m, stay the fuck away
Getting h i g h until I’m in the grave 
B l u n t filled up with an eighth 

Reaper keep on telling me that i gotta die 
Ever since I was a youngin I was feeling dead inside 
Get the blade make a cut and then I gotta blot it dry 
Fuck what they say Im feeling better when im fucking not alive 

I dont wanna talk I didn’t talk until 3 
Still pulling up eating bbq at Tennessee
Remember watching all my shows on the dvd 
Now im cutting sheet after sheet of LSD

Honey Bourbon Backwoods [prod.alexmilano]

Get the wax take a dab 
Cook my brain up like a lab
Punch the purple like a jab 
Add you to the victim tab 

i need to take a break i need to take a breath
i need to clear my thoughts, i need to clear my head
Follow in the black my demons led 
my steps are tracing back im always one ahead

Imma slump back in the couch
I keep a knife up in my pouch
I’m creeping thru the south
The spiders crawling out my mouth 
I need a couple joints to my head 
What’s the fucking point, I think in bed 
My pillow puddle from the tears I shed

produced by oceanash

Grape Swishers

Creeping to the window then I peak out 
Acid make me paranoid watch me geek out (geek out)
off a 100 milligrams im gonna fade back 
Laying back in the couch im taking milky dabs 
Creeping up in the forest taking a hit and watching it ghost
My eyes are turning black the demons taking back the host 
Open a pack of the woods back, guts on my lap 
On my tongue two acid tabs now I can’t go back 
Looking in the mirror melting from my face 
Sit in my room hallucinating hours waste away
Fucked in my brain, haven’t felt the same since
Tip toe you never notice me until you fucking wince 

(should I keep going or nah)
(should I stop?)
(should i keep going)
(nah)
(i cant do this shit)
(should i keep going)
(nah)
(fuck)
(i cant do this shit)
(nah fuck)

Swat the flies around my head, dead boy final breath
dread toys with my lobe, red dot im in the scope
nope im not alive and kicking
i keep on hoping that i didnt really die, im tripping
demons preventing me getting my sleep 
my soul they will keep 
fuck the people and the sheep
sit down fake fuckers take a seat
ocean on the beat
my level compared to you is steep
I never rest the shadows on my chest
Am I awake don’t even know, can’t even breathe they at my throat
I’m always playing with the demons 
Bleeding from my lesions 
Knife deepen and I weaken 
Crying as my soul is seeping

produced by oceanash

A Thousand Thoughts At Once

Wrist split tipping the crucifix 
Blunt rips on my lips and i can’t get a grip 
Picking up my phone like who is this 
I don’t wanna talk feel dead inside 
Alone in my bed when u cry but I’m here on this trauma ride 
Smoke blow Ocean so low in the tide 
No emotion but I’m coping as the crows circle by 
Prozac Adderall Zoloft in my head won’t fix shit 
Have me sinking deeper deep into my own abyss 
Is it psychosis that have me thinking that they full of shit 
Burning the bridges saying fuck you as soon as they switch 

Taking the edibles to sleep then I’m smoking a loose leaf
Demons speaking thru me saying that they want me to bleed 
Saying that want me to see they don’t want me to breathe 
You don’t want me to leave, can’t find the words to speak 
You don’t want me to lean on your shoulder heavy 
Put the flame to the game weed all in my brain
I’m insane with the blade I done caused all my pain 
Laid in my grave I’m too much to maintain 
caused my fate 
done, too late 
I guess I’ll wait until I’m remains

If I Were To Lean On Your Shoulder It Would Break [prod.alexmilano]

Fuck the pain won’t go away 
Blowing o’s Smoke dissipate
Up too late I fucking pace
Won’t you take this life away 
I be smoking that moon rock
Miss my bro tho we don’t talk 
See im dead the way I walk
on my windshield raindrops 
Tears blending with the rain
Hate myself I self berate
Guess I have the  Mary Jane
I’m empty I’m alone 
need the weed, I’m on my own 
Don’t call my phone  
Find my body it’s just bones 
roaming round my gravestone
Blunts packed laid back i decay I’m slipping
Every morning wishing that i didn’t feel like quitting 
Wrist slice body hit the ice now I pay the price 
text my homie Chris i dip and take the flight

Produced by oceanash

Empty Tank, Empty Eyes

Wake up Feel like shit 
Fuck it Wanna quit 
Gotta calm and sit, I don’t know what to do 
Lookjng to the moon
The devil coming soon
In my room I feel the doom, up to the morning so I put on toons 
Another day going by
dead stare in my eyes 
If I close em I might die 
Fuck the panic always leading to my downfall 
I’m never sleeping never catch a wink i count the sheep I think I count them all 
im In a pit I’m tryna crawl
Not picking up I called 
I guess it’s fuck you but the demon shadow still standing tall
I Make it worse i dont think i even matter
Getting sadder, fuck the hurt, look into the mirror i hate myself I fucking shatter 

Lay back in my coffin stay coughing
Now u scoffin
Take me out like the trash u tossing 
On my phone scrolling for hours its so depressing 
On my own meteor showers crashing when I’m stressing 
Everything falls apart from the start 
In the dark, look at charts, there’s no saving me, throw me to the sharks 
All this damage I can’t manage I don’t even wanna 
All this trauma got me sweating like a damn sauna 
Feel broke demons spoke, smoke marijuana 
Rolling blunts on the dusty tabletop 
Have u saying Ocean u not stable stop 
Look into my hazel now im putting down the pot
Sleeping in the lot down the street at the empty bagel shop

Produced by oceanash

Throw Me To The Sharks

Riding thru the forest sipping thc
Talking to the devil wishin he would leave be 
Wonder if this was a dream, now I gotta wake 
Ask the Ouija for my life to please take 
But I gotta wait 
(Wait)
(Wait)

Wait

Fuck it every day wake and bake 
I don’t wanna feel the same 
Fuck my brain
Can’t take all the pain
I just smoke another game 
Demons got a grip I feel like shit 
The moon is lit 
I rip the nic my wrist is split 
I think I found a new abyss  
The fake fuckers hitting my phone 
I thought I told them leave me alone 
But listen they won’t 
I just wanna get stoned

Produced by oceanash

The Devil Gave Me Lettuce

Crushing blues 
I’m so faded im gonna snooze 
I got nothing to lose
Dead or high I can’t choose (nah)
Momma wishing everyday that I make it through
Thousand yard stare in my eyes with every fucking view 
Resin ooze after rolling up the games 
Every day there’s something different but I feel the same 
Should I go another day when I just live it in a haze? (nah)
Another lesson full of pain now I’m stressing in my brain
In my brain feel the rain, let it pour down on my fucking face 
Feel the rain as I decay
These tears will never go away 

Crushing blues 
I’m so faded im gonna snooze 
I got nothing to lose
Dead or high I can’t choose (nah)
Momma wishing everyday that I make it through
Thousand yard stare in my eyes with every fucking view 
Resin ooze after rolling up the games 
Every day there’s something different but I feel the same 
Should I go another day when I just live it in a haze? (nah)
Another lesson full of pain now I’m stressing in my brain
Waking in the morning wish the demons leave me the fuck alone 
I’m so empty but my mind has open tabs like my phone 
In my brain feel the rain, let it pour down on my face 
Feel the rain as I decay, these tears will never go away 

Go away


Produced by oceanash

Go Away

Feel the raindrops falling down
Brain is going fucking round and round 
Wait for u to put me in the ground 
Nobody coming, nobody around 

Feeling more dead 
I can’t control the thoughts in my head
I wake and bake, I don’t know what to do instead
I wake and take the dread full on
won’t make it out, give me your hand to pull on
Ashing the wood on myself your grave I stood on

Take me back 
Take me back 

Take me back to the days that I wouldn’t know your fate 
Stay the same
Fuck the change
It’s too much for my brain 

Now u gone 
Now u gone ah

Feel the raindrops falling down
Brain is going fucking round and round 
Wait for u to put me in the ground 
Nobody coming, nobody 

Produced by oceanash

Round & Round

Spraying the 33 like im bird, im always accurate 
Dropping off the pounds of weed, like I manufacture it 
Cut the moon rock, make a Crator
Riding in the Everglades feeding bodies  to the gators  
Serving packs like a waiter 
Tryna get a Glock laser 
North block boy with the face looking graver 

Crash out, .45
Tears in
My eyes 
I cry 
Don’t know 
Where to go 
Alone 
Can’t go 
Back home 

Watching the sun rise 
Always staying up too late 
Only goal is to get high
So at night I don’t pace 
I don’t even talk, all u fake fuckers snakes 
I’m too antisocial never leaving my place 

Produced by oceanash

Moonrock Craters

Give me all the weed
It’s all I fucking need
Put my head on the pillow next to demons  when I sleep 
The reaper slowly creep 
He got his scythe ready
Got me nervous, always shaking, hand is never steady 

It’s like a fucking test 
The way I never rest 
Always got a sinking feeling rising in my chest 
I don’t even know why I’m this way 
Or who to blame 
But I gotta do it anyway
Fuck what they say

Chopping all these woods, you can call me lumberjack 
Unraveling the blunt, I sprinkle in some Crumble wax 
No he ain’t dead, hit em w that double tap
Got a berry blunt then I turn it all to ash 

If u tryna get the ounce cor cheap refer to me 
 tryna make it til they making ocean type beats
Couldn’t do it the same I make my own wave
Pet my cat and eat a snack before I make them 808s 


Give me all the weed
It’s all I fucking need
Put my head on the pillow next to demons  when I sleep 
The reaper slowly creep 
He got his scythe ready
Got me nervous, always shaking, hand is never steady 


Produced by oceanash

Insomnia Jazz

Looking outside as it rain 
Too many thoughts in my brain 
Too many to take 
2 am I wake to demons late
They always keep me up my eyes ache
won’t leave a trace 
Don’t let me pace 

Don’t let me 

Another day being so negative
Smoking the indica sedative 
Cant talk to even my relatives
Came out the swamp and the mud
When it rain always making it flood 
Imma gonna draw my own blood 
Smoking no mid of the bud 
Realtree covered up 
All black in the rain 
Fall back in my brain 
Thoughts won’t go away they a stain 
Fuck I might just go insane

Blunt lace but what is it for
I’m so high but I keep wanting more
Hot box don’t open that door 
Smoke- Smoking the blunt as the rain will fucking pour

I got hella thoughts when I’m weak 
Cross faded when I speak 
At a loss every week 
Dab the sauce until I tweak 

Looking outside as it rain 
Too many thoughts in my brain 
Too many to take 
2 am I wake to demons late
They always keep me up my eyes ache
won’t leave a trace 
Don’t let me pace 

Don’t let me 

Produced by oceanash

Pace

Imma die from the panic if I don’t chill 
My Body soaking in Formaldehyde like pickle dill
Always got the blade when I’m creeping thru the north 
Got the dead eyes seeing all the fucking gore 
Plug coming thru I just need to yelp 
Got the weed got the tabs thinking it would help 
Stuck down on luck in a double dip trip and I’m laying
Demons playing, trying not to listen what they saying 
Too much weight and I can’t do it every day and every night 
Hurt in my eyes 
Dirt when I die
I know you worry, why 
I hate to make you cry
I wake and bake at night 
too hurt to be alive 
Always checking for the demons when I go to bed 
I’m seeing nothing but I guess I found them in my head 
Waking every morning feeling nothing but the dread 
Follow every step I’m knowing satan led 
You never know how im feeling low 
Grab the indica I love it when im feeling slow
Need the nicotine i hit the vape and blow an O
Omens show, on my shoulder got a crow I’m just Getting high I can’t stop, hot knife dab drop
I don’t wanna think about the things that I lost
More blunts I chop, more tears that sop 
I smoke with the past that I got
I don’t have no nightmares when I wake I’m living it 
My Hands are dirty from my grave I know I’m fucking digging it 
I just take the weed fuck the adderall im missing you 
Every time I ride around this town im feeling blue

Ha
Ha Ha 

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Witching Hour Dabs

Smoking getting high only time I’m feeling well
Time is going by, growing dust on the shelf
I’m that north block boy I don’t care about myself
Might grab the camo Glock, blow it then I go to hell
Been so fucking numb since I got high in Gloucester
All this acting I’m okey I could win an Oscar
Paranoia looking out my windows, hoping that this dabbing work
All this blue dream that I ’m moving like I’m Heisenberg
Going to the atm holdin up the line
Got a couple k on me, momma said im doing fine
things are looking grey, lying to ur face im aight
Looking in my eyes you can see that nothing right
5in the morning im just pacing back and forth
(Oceanash where the fuck uou at?)
Ha Bitch I’m in the north
Picked up a couple bags up why they so heavy
Bought a pound of the ground, I’m not smoking on no Reggie
Whipping in the Chevy
Head is always messy
Sipping weed gripping the machete
From the swamp and the levees
Waking in a heap, can’t hold my hand steady
Death in the corner told him that I’m fucking ready
Things in my brain still the same
still sting from the pain
Need a pill to go away
Go away, fuck this shit I want a joint
All I do I disappoint walking circles round my room thinking what’s the point
What’s the point
What’s the point

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Perish In Peace

I just soak in all the pain
Can’t take the tears every time I wake 
Why does this shit have to be way 
I’m alone in this place 
Fall asleep to rain, how much more can I take?
Now I creeping up late 
Every night Fall asleep to the cars passing by 
get away from my head
I dread another day I gotta try
Looking to the ceiling and I’m  asking why 
I lay head down but my pillow will never be dry 
Rip so many blunts you worried bout my health 
I told you many times I don’t care about myself 
Take the edibles I’m leaning out on the couch 
Every night I’m pacing cuz I’m filled with all the doubt 
Smoking it back to back got a few blunts on my lap 
Rolling the indica up then I blowing it all to ash 
All this trauma in my mind that I  can’t forget 
All these demons looking a reason why  I should be dead 
Now im driving thru the street and it 3 nobody up
Looking for my feelings Left my feelings in a cup 
All these bitches mad that I’m making all that money 
If u asking bout the blunt you know it’s always honey 
I just soak in all the pain
Can’t take the tears every time I wake 
Why does this shit have to be way 
I’m alone in this place 
Fall asleep to rain, how much more can I take?
Now I creeping up late 


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Fall Asleep To Anything But My Thoughts

Between Dreams [ft. CRISIS]

I don’t even wanna do it 
I just wanna say screw it
Taking everything I had like the blunt I blew it 
Can I make it through this 
Can i make it back I don’t know 
Got the demons at my throat 
Every night I cry and choke 
Got a pillow puddle 
Always stuck up in a muddle 
Always up in my own bubble 
I’m Debating taking shuttles 
Get away, we always struggle 
I can feel your hate every time we cuddle
Even tho it’s subtle 
Shake me up I gotta buckle up 
Everything I gotta juggle up 
But you don’t give a fuck 
In my notes I got rebuttals but I never muscle up 
Get this out I while I can, get a plan, gotta huddle up 

This smoke don’t hit like it used to 
Tryna cope I don’t know what to do 
Pressing call but it won’t go through 
All my walls cave in, panic too

I just wanna smoke away, get the shovel, digging my own grave 
Don’t belong in any place
What u know about the pain, 
what u got all in ur brain
Wishing anything would change but it all stay the same 
Got this panic that I will be alone forever, nobody get it, 
dropping tears all on my sweater, got ur message and I read it 
Staring out the window at the weather, 
everything I dread it 
Running to my bed I’m not safe there i bet it 

I don’t even wanna do it 
I just wanna say screw it
Taking everything I had like the blunt I blew it 
Can I make it through this 
Can it make it back I don’t know 
Got the demons at my throat 
Every night I cry and
This smoke don’t hit like it used to 
Tryna cope I don’t know what to do 
Pressing call but it won’t go through 
All my walls cave in, panic too

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Like It Used To

I got the 9 on my hip so I’m calm in commotion 
I’m going bla bla bla now u see your blood flowing 
I cut em up on my lip got that blunt keep blowing 
I’m sipping thc in lemonade that indica potion o
I be Cruising thru the city I’m that shadow bringing dread 
Got my Glock loaded thoughts of rivals in my fucking head 
Got my Red Sox fitted back I’m swinging for the fence 
Fake bitches in my texts imma pass they make no sense 
I got it in my fucking waist keep it close on the go 
Pulling up to barbecues speaking on the  low
I’m wearing camo on the block 
I’m making racks u bitches not 
I’m running while u trot
My toe tagging and I rot  
Pull up in the matte black lights low seats glow 
Couple thousand racks that I’m counting on the road 
Diamonds on my neck shine like led shows 
You never see me cuz I always move in stealth mode
Whippin’ through the night time, coupe doors suicide
Money conversations, don’t need your franchise
Big bands, back to back stacks, we on that ride
Only law I live by-never slack, always slide
I got the 9 on my hip so I’m calm in commotion 
I’m going bla bla bla now u see your blood flowing 
I cut em up on my lip got that blunt keep blowing 
I’m sipping thc in lemonade that indica potion 
Bla 

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Barbecue

I’m tryna know 
What it feel like when I take that dose 
I gotta go 
Now im cruising by the fucking coast 
The bitches petty 
Got my Money raining like confetti 
Glock ready 
Making sure I hold it steady
I got the  Maine Coon chillin’, and he silver like my chain
I don’t fuck with pain 
Smoke blowing out the window different strains 
Phone on DND, I don’t care who call,
Got the Ganga in my lungs, I don’t feel nothin’ at all
This that zone-out, blackout, drift away flow,
Feelin like time just froze real slow.
Ash on my desk, got the mind on mute, 
I be pacing late at night in my room doing loops 
I Got the Blunt rolled tight indica making me foggy 
Still high from last night so I’m waking up groggy 
Should be heading for the door if u make the blunt soggy 
Now u needing me to roll it up you could never copy 
Head low  
Moving through the smoke 
Tryna not to let the feelings show 
Berry backwoods blow 
The high is all I know  
Feeling slow 
People come and go 
what the fuck I’m alone 
Now its cold in the lobby, I don't hear nobody
Ghost ride with the coupe with my soul on the dolly
Pop one, feel less that’s a usual hobby
If i crash out now, would you try to stop me
I’m tryna know 
What it feel like when I take that dose 
I gotta go 
Now im cruising by the fucking coast 
The bitches petty 
Got my Money raining like confetti 
Glock ready 
Making sure I hold it steady ah

ok

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Tryna Know

one day at a time 
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