“Purple Punch”

Take another hit as I’m looking at the moon all I feel is doom 
Blood is dripping when you see the GLOOM
Tripping I’m slipping I got depression repetition 
seeing suicidal visions 
Get a grip I’m waiting for collision
Making shots like Tatum 
Take my enemies, and fucking bait em 
In the grave I lay em 
Nobody save em  
Everybody know I hate them 
Killing gators then I weigh them 
Causing mayhem 
Walking in the cemetary, pissing on my grave 
Reach into my fucking casket, grab my heart right out my cage 
see it’s still beating 
maggots still eating 
Demons still creeping all in my head 
I’ll be dead, they finding my body in my bed 

Give me the Purp 
I’m in the dirt
Demons flirt, they negotiate my worth 
I’m that ocean reaper 
Soul eater 
Nocturnal creature 
Grab the cleaver
Slice you like Lil Caesar’s 
I’m a wreck, I feel affects of death and now I’m just a speck 
Feeling like a loser, noose is looser around my neck 
Grab the tech I’m just a blip, why do I exist? why I cut my fucking wrist
my life will disappear into the mist
shiver as the blade slices on my fucking arm 
Waking up to therapy alarms 
Picking up the pills from the pharm but they make me puke
Stuck in a loop
Smoking til my eyes droop
Then I take the Glock out and I shoot

Produced by oceanash

Purple Punch

Run Red Runner, Run Red Blood...Red Runner's Dead, Blood Runs Red

GRIM REAPERS W/ RM$ SOSANAMI (PROD. EMPTYMANE)

I break the bank I got several 100s locked up in my safe I’m from a place where if you stepping out of line you’ll catch a case your homeboy stank I can smell Walmart cologne that he spray I feel like ray there’s so much drama but my soul is tryna sing don’t need the bling I got my grandpas chain you rock a Cuban link you sip on lean the wock you drinking really fucking up your teeth I know they sting so you hide them with some gold and shiny things I’m fighting mean boy best pay the fee when they step to me see 

I don’t need to show up to your place (I won’t fucking do it) dox yourself to get hit in the face (boy you fucking stupid) should’ve bowed out should’ve saved my grace (but that’s not how I’m moving) now my baby telling me to wait (honey don’t be ruthless) 
I clock out of my work shift feeling great (okay now we moving) my ego boosted I just 
checked my plays (got the people grooving) an Aussie guy just stepped onto the plate (don’t know what he doing) his manifestos all I have to say (I think his screws were loosened) 

that’s getting old so I’m moving on I guess I’ll end the show I’m sorry bro I know the dicking really felt good in your throat really curling up your toes but San daddy’s gotta go someday we all hit the road that’s a part of growing old

 but you wouldn’t know that from the women that you have in bed the type a shit that makes an acab member wanna call the feds the type of shit that even Satan thinks you need to lay and rest type of shit that Jeffery epstine or p diddy would’ve flexed

FURY!!!(prod.yungbrownie)(og mix)

RIDING WITH THE BAKERS [Feet.33rd Cable & Drannu] [Prod.Twin Phantom]

Lyrics:

Where's my way out,
lost you in doubt,
find me.

I needed saving,
I'm always praying,
don't leave. (2x)

Guitar by Hills
Mixed/Mastered by SYRXGE

lostNfound (Intro)

https://www.youtube.com/@jazz-x7n
https://soundcloud.com/emptyraft_music
https://soundcloud.com/a-mert


Car Goons (EmptyRaft X A-Mert)(prod. jazz)

hashtag yes king / am i pregananant / preggers / mommymilkers

HOW

Lyrics:
I got the hash for real
When I roll up a blunt 
She said it's bad to steal
But she done stole my love
She make it splash for real
Bubblin up my glass
We chiefin gas for meals
Smokin her up for lunch 
We love it

Yeah I’m in love with the skunk skin is half white so you know that I roll up a Dutch I love the taste of a blunt you know I’m kissing the paper make love to the bud got diesel inside of my lungs I’m meeting with Mary Jane got to pick her up 150 to the plug she really needy so I spark her up in the truck 
I stay with marry all day I be tasting her J just like creed she be taking me higher up to a magical place the food tasting great and the tv got lizzy McGuire I keep a joint in the safe I’m never sober that’s why I can’t be the supplier what are we smoking today how the fuck you bring the weed but you can’t bring a lighter 

Light it up, i'm tired of
Fighting over smoke
Your beauty come in different strains
That best be left alone
Not good enough, just loosen up
And pack another bowl
We sparkin up the good stuff
That gone make us lose control

If we gon lose control, let's take a step back and take it slow
Let’s gather up all of the weed, the gas, the chronic the flower that we gonna roll
Im talking wet lips and bongs rips
That shit will take out yo soul mm
I'm feeling paranoid, so annoyed
Coughing up all of this smoke

I’m feeling paranoid in this room you making fun of me tell me the truth I need to take a walk need to move you make me lazy so know I’m just ordering food money low that’s cool I just be chilling with Mary inside of my room rent is due that’s true but Mary is gone gotta pay her to come back and bool

I got the hash for real
When I roll up a blunt 
She said it's bad to steal
But she done stole my love
She make it splash for real
Bubblin up my glass
We chiefin gas for meals
Smokin her up for lunch 
We love it

Dear Mary Jane (prod. noizy)

A song that collected info via the internet and composed a fun melodic club banger. ft. Crimson Red Prod. Crimson Red lets gooooooooo

I C Y Ft. Crimson Red Prod. Nightiger

DREAMS

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

GLOOM ⛓
GREY - @grey_official
$CAPEGØAT - @omendascapegoat

Pace

oceanash

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