[Lyrics]
Got a bottle o' nothing I'm sipping like it’s holy
I think there ain't no angels left that could, ever hold me
Got the reaper in my mirror and he looking like my twin
Tryna' climb outta hell, but the walls caved in

Screaming out, at the sky
Tryna' talk, to a ghost
I don't wanna feel this pain no more, I just want to decompose
My memories a noose and it's sitting damn tight
PTSD why I can never fucking sleep at night
I see you in my dreams but It's always like you've never left
I just want you to help with this pain, in my chest

I'm crashing out, I'm lashing out
I'm losing myself, without a doubt
I don't even have the strength to call somebody
Trust sipping has made me groggy-
Groggy like I'm drunk, like I'm locked up in a trunk
And they say pain will make you wise
I guess all this suffering has turned me into a monk

But this boat, that we row
Know that you're, not alone
Please come in, take a seat
Here we all. incomplete
The least that I could do is to be there for you
I'm also in pieces but together we're the glue

Screaming out at the sky
Tryna' talk, to a ghost
I don't wanna feel this pain no more I just want to decompose
My memories a noose and it's sitting damn tight
PTSD why I can never fucking sleep at night

YellowRosesOnYourGrave (Prod. 4lexf)

Beat prod by: @sorrow_bringer
Cover art by me
Thank you all for listening!
Shoutout @grey_official helping!

[Lyrics]
Pacing through the city, gritty nothing pretty
Cigarette lit I spit on the concrete
Living with no pity, walking shoes that fit me
Cigarette ash spend cash on the bar street

Alcohol up in my system and I'm far away from home
Chilling with the homies in the city, drinking as we roam
Alienated misfit from the north, feeling wrong
I can never shake that feeling that I don't belong
Right here, right there
No matter where the place be
Never been a minute that I ever really felt like me
Way past midnight, lights everywhere they shine so bright all I can see
Pain and torture, dark outside, but still it be fucking high degrees

Pacing through the city, gritty nothing pretty
Cigarette lit I spit on the concrete
Living with no pity, walking shoes that fit me
Cigarette ash spend cash on the bar street

Day to turn night and the streets come alive
Walking through the sea of people hoping I survive
Cause you know I never sleep good I'm always deprived
Hotell 1944 like liberation arrived

Pacing through the city, gritty nothing pretty
Cigarette lit I spit on the concrete
Living with no pity, walking shoes that fit me
Cigarette ash spend cash on the bar street

EindhovenDowntown (Prod. Sorrow Bringer)

Lately I don’t know what sleeping is 
I wake up every day like it’s meaningless 
I Look up where the Ceiling is yeah
I swear like there’s no healing this 
The blood dripping to my fist  
I’m smoking on the dabs dont even know what feeling is 
I’m shaken up why this feeling never passing 
Why nobody matching 
All these grams Im tryna pack in 
Playing with the oujia on the door the demon tapping 
I’m alone but money stacking
I’m stoned always lagging 
Hear the voice the ghost chatting 
Hear the rain outside it’s a gloomy night 
Feel like nothing right 
Hear your voice in my dream but never the sight 
Never smoking light 
I see the edible I take a bite 
I reunite with all these thoughts that cause me so much fright 
Same shit different day 
Same pain blunt lit 
Take an eight to the face 
Popping pills so I don’t ache 
Why my hand always shake 
I cannot stand when when I just break  I can’t escape 
I think my pain would take a cake 
Crunch Berry in the cone, sweet swirl in the ozone
Flick the Bic, flame dance  speakin’ in a low tone
Whip glide through pines like a blade through skin
Chrome smile moonlit, i don’t know where I been 
Steerin’ with the ghost in the seat next to mine
Wrist glow soft in that pale moonshine
Got the Past life ridin’ shotgun, can’t put it behind
And my Thoughts loopin’ back like cassette rewind
Lately I don’t know what sleeping is 
I wake up every day like it’s meaningless 
I Look up where the Ceiling is yeah
I swear like there’s no healing this 
The blood dripping to my fist  
I’m smoking on the dabs dont even know what feeling is 

Produced by oceanash

IDK What Sleeping Is

No crew, just me, don’t need backup,
Suppressor on, now his life just packed up.
Smoke up in my lungs, and my heart all blacked up,
Cross me once,  zipped in the wrap-up.
Step up, catch slugs — bitch boy what’s up
Creepin’ in the night, got the blade on tuck,
Talk real loud, but you ain’t that tough.
Mask on face, I don’t show no love,
Slumped in the back with the trunk on shake,
Smoke in my chest, and my soul won’t break.
Tombstone vibes, put your name on slate,
I don’t run from death we just sit and wait.
Ah
Shovel in the trunk, dig deep, no trace,
Eyes rolled back, got the devil in my face.
Grip stay tight when I slide through slow,
Said the wrong thing, brains on the floor.
No crew, just me, don’t need backup,
Suppressor on, now his life just packed up.
Smoke up in my lungs, and my heart all blacked up,
Cross me once,  zipped in the wrap-up.

Produced by oceanash

Suppressor

Tryna cope
I just smoke
Purple buds make me choke
I’m feeling broke
I never spoke
I’m with a dame 
Pretty face
She know my name 
We smoke an eighth
She know my pain 
She know my 
We boutan hit a stain the gloomy gang back with sadness 
you come at me with the blade yeah it’s madness
You gon need some ranch if you snatching on my karats
All these fuck boys keep talking like they parrots
Life is just a glitch that I patched with a weed smell.
Everything faded, like the tags on the seatbelt,
Tears on the dash, drip slow like the wax
Tray smoked, I’m empty tho, what do I do  panic attacks 
If I’m alone I’m feeling low 
If I don’t smoke I cannot cope 
Ain’t nothin here let it go 
Blowing os
Stuff the blunt it’s overflowed 
You say 
You say I’m cool but I don’t know 
What you 
What u see in me I see nothing though 
Lately I’ve been spending too much time up in my fucking head 
Getting too close with the demons all under my fucking bed 
 reaching out their hands and grabbing me with all the fucking dread 
Pulling my leg under they won’t listen if I fucking beg
Tryna cope
I just smoke
Purple buds make me choke
I’m feeling broke
I never spoke
I’m with a dame 
Pretty face
She know my name 
We smoke an eighth
She know my pain 
She know my 

Produced by oceanash

Carats

Overthinking bout you wild 
No it’s never mild 
Panic since I was a child 
FTP my style 
THC in chamomile 
Now u see me see me float 
Couldn’t be me, im alone
I been grieving seeing ghosts 
Are you feeling it too 
it could be me and you
it could just be the moon but the way the light shining on your face, I’m smoking with a view 
Yeah I like your tattoo 
Yeah I hope this is true 
Don’t let the sadness spew 
Always leaving every time you always on my mind 
So how do I trust that it won’t happen with you again this time?
We talking late at night you go to bed I’m overthinking
Are you another person that will leave me fucking sinking?
You fall asleep and I’m just watching your face 
Is yours another that im losing? now I gotta self brace 
I keep my heart locked up in a dark box where I think it’s safe 
And then I’m stocking all the weed I need another eight 
Loked out smoked out 
Transaction closed out
Loked out smoked out 
Demon tryna throw doubt 
I can’t stop thinking bout you 
Feel like I’m sinking without you
I’m barely speaking without you 
I’m needing more weed without you 
Overthinking bout you wild 
No it’s never mild 
Panic since I was a child 
FTP my style 
THC in chamomile 
Now u see me see me float 
Couldn’t be me, im alone
I been grieving seeing ghosts 

Produced by oceanash

Sinking

[Lyrics]

(Hook)

Fuck boy, grip a pole, you ain’t gonna let it off
Sheep slayer, say your prayers, jesus brought the holocaust
Imma let the red river run and leave the pavement glossed
Asking for the price of his life, it’s what the holocaust (x2)

(Verse)

Bodies hit the floor when jesus need to pour a fucking cup
Never go to church, my faith is in the glock I fucking trust
Taking nine lives with the nine when I let it bust
Tripping off a strip I eat the shrooms as well to level up
Speak up 
Tweaker
Got you on your knees begging please to the G not to leave you cheesed up 
Breathe
Breathe 
Imma make you bleed
I’m a one man army, no swiss, this steal ain’t cheap

Hit the floor
Make em hit the floor
When the ammo go
Chopper on my hip that’s holding tits it let the corpses roll (x2)

Double D’s with the 223’s make your body fold
Pull up to the funeral to make sure that the casket closed
Brought a burner to the church and burn the mass to ash for sure
Imma turn your whining into blood and leave the altar soaked


(Hook)

Fuck boy, grip a pole, you ain’t gonna let it off
Sheep slayer, say your prayers, jesus brought the holocaust
Imma let the red river run and leave the pavement glossed
Asking for the price of his life, it’s what the holocaust (x2)

Holocaust (prod. Requiem Cult)

Bloodlines (Prod By Selimm)

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IDK What Sleeping Is

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