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oceanash

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Дом 50 (feat. Кисло-Сладкий & Bonah)

“LOWTIDE”

Feeling undead, crawlin out of my grave 
The grass above me is watered with shame
The dirt around me has been littered with pain 
It’s stuck in my nails, can’t wash it away
Every day waking up not okay 
Every day feelin like a waste
Every day wanna numb my brain
I know that saving me is fucking vain
I know I can’t cope with fucking unknown
And I’m growing to fear there’s no hope 
I’m putting the razor to the bone
Hope my emotions leave me alone
Last night my demons spoke
They provoke me to choke on a rope 
I want to change my frontal lobe so I can have control

Low tide turning into a tidal wave 
I’m hoping it crash on the shore but erosion is still decaying my brain
I feel insane
Cause I’m in pain
Keep hoping the waves
They decrease in their height
They keep stacking like my problems that keep me up at night
I try to drown my fucking demons and keep on hopin they die
I don’t know what else can be done to put the reaper beside
In the bottom of the fucking ocean is where I reside
I don’t wanna be immortal but I don’t wanna die
I don’t wanna die
Don’t wanna say goodbye
I’m dying inside 
I don’t want you to cry
I promise I’m fine
I’m telling you lies 
I look to the sky
Feeling the rope that I tied 
Feeling the god I denied
I’m concluding with a sigh 
I’m finally ready to die

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LOWTIDE

“when the moon is crescent i will practice black magic” 

Pickin up the shovel leave your body in the fucking woods
Pissing on your grave I cover my face with a fucking hood 
Every fucking day I’m doing things that satan said I should 
I cannot bring myself to summon something good 
I cannot hear the begs for mercy as the blood spurts 
Nothing can reverse my curse
Every day I’m feeling worse 
Put me in the hearse 
Coming at midnight so you cannot defend
Brain disperse when I get my revenge 
when the moon is crescent I will practice fucking black magic
So that my fucking numb brain ain’t fucking filled with the whack static 
Smoking in the rain thinking why my life is so tragic 
Yeah my pain is automatic 
bet my guardian angel weeps 
I got demons that keep talking on repeat 
So I grab the book of anton and I levitate off my feet
I’m just a pawn in my demons games until my soul is reaped so
Deep in the grave under the clay is where my skull will keep
Decaying til the future days goes on and the oceans heat
So plant some poppies at my grave until emotions cease 


Pull up, knocking up on the door 
I’m looking like I’m Charles Manson 
Blood is spilling on the floor
I’m looking for a new dimension 
Fuck
I don’t know 
I keep fucking thinking what to do about burning or burying my bones 
And I’m zoning out Im looking in the mirror and grow old 
I don’t recognize the person or the face the glass will hold 
Creeping in the night
feel the knife 
Got my black cat right beside me when I sacrifice your life 
Hear the chat chat right behind me when I hear the demons lie 
I don’t know reality theyre in my mind 
Every fucking day I’m seeing omens bad luck to my life 
Pull a fucking card, bet mines the lowest every time 
Fuck you and what you say
I’ll be doing what I want to do until the fucking grave 
All these motherfuckers tryna imitate decay
I’ll show you what it’s like to be a walking corpse in the rain 
Rigor mortis starting fucking early on my brain
Counting down the days until I go insane


produced by oceanash

when the moon is crescent i will practice black magic

Khaos Freestyle

Khaos Freestyle [Faint]

Glo Gang [Fargone + Wtfdexstar]

“INTROVERT”
Produced by oceanash 

Better try to run before you meet my fucking gun
Look into my eyes and you won’t see another sun
You’re a fucking pest caught up in the web I spun
Make a mess, make you depressed until I’m fucking done 
Leave you numb 
Beating on my chest like a drum
Walking zombie like it’s thriller  
maniac, leave you cooked like a griller
Have you sucking on ya thumb 
Turn your brain to bits before I’m fucking done
Wake up decomposing and my eyes are glazed
Getting high so I can put my thoughts away
I don’t wanna feel my fucking feelings today 
Now my hand is poking out my motherfucking grave 

Getting high, decomposing

Pumping through the parties you’re at
Got the last laugh cuz your body is wrapped
Trapped, imma make you hurt
All you fuckers made me an introvert 
Feeling lack of worth and I’m still holding onto hurt
I let the pain grow through my chest like bamboo 
Bile spilling as Im dialing up my fucking death doula
I feel like I’m a loser  
Screws getting looser
Marijuana nicotine media abuser 
My head is like living in somebody that I don’t know’s house 
My bed is the only fucking place that I get to escape my doubts 
(Yawn)

INTROVERT

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2 tHe Moon (prod. goddamnbeats)

“Smoky Quartz”

Fake fucks popping my phone
I told them to leave me alone 
Just wanna zone out, pull the trichomes out
Making these beats in my home 
Sit next to a tombstone
Nothing but skull and some bones 
Existence unknown now
Feel like I’m not home now, 
In my own dome I’m feelin like I’m thrown out
Wasted my Pennies on making a wish
My body’s blazing in the River Styx
Holy shit I’m having a bad trip 
How much was that tab dipped?
Can’t go any lower 
I feel mediocre 
The storm getting closer
I’m thinking it’s over
The only boat roller, no captain, no chief or controller
I’m stranded in sea as a loner 

Leave me alone

Hyperventilate, then I isolate
Never wanna show my fucking face 
Body is a temple every day I desecrate, meditate, then I burn it all down with my hate 
The irony’s great 
I laugh as it burns standing over the grave 
I’m afraid of who I became 
No escaping this cage, I’m a slave to my brain
Pouring the blood down the drain 
Physically mentally ache 
Out of my way, destructive path that I pave 
Debating my fate every day I’m awake 
Oblivion, thinking of words they’ll engrave 
Stabbing my back with the words that they say
Turning to ash as my legacy fades
My shoulders are bruised from the weight 
I’m straying further away 
Damage my brain until nothing remains
Caught up in a rage, demons tell me to behave 
there’s nothing to be gained if you speak of my name 
I’ll be unlocking my demons from chains 
I’ll be throwing raw meat in their cage 
Eyes so dried up, cried up, looking so red like I’m sprayed with mace
Don’t wanna die this way, but I’m still fucking taking your life away

Produced by oceanash

Smoky Quartz

They keep watchin', lookin', think they plottin' on me
Keep that rocket on me, shoot right through ya homie
Shoot right through ya body, if you tryna stop me
Please don't try to stop me, turn ya to a zombie

They stay plottin', on me, they stay plottin' on me
They stay plottin', on me, they stay plottin' on me
They stay plottin'

They cant steal my flow or catch my fly, and they all gon' wonder why
Talkin' shit, they stand on what you say or you better be ready to die
And if you wanna make some money, bitch, you better come hit my line
Talkin' cash, money, Benjamin, yeah, I speak that all the time

She can get me off her mind, like I always cross her mind
And she always hit my line, I can never give my heart to ya
Put my heart inside this grind, I can never trust nobody
Stay clutching on my nine

They keep watchin', lookin', think they plottin' on me
Keep that rocket on me, shoot right through ya homie
Shoot right through ya body, if you tryna stop me
Please don't try to stop me, turn ya to a zombie

They stay plottin', on me, they stay plottin' on me
They stay plottin', on me, they stay plottin' on me
They stay plottin'

Are you in this shit or not
Cause I do this for my dogs, if you fuck with us, it's a hundred shots

Ain't nobody hold my hand, when I did this shit, yeah I switched the plot
He gon' crash out about a bitch, he gon' die right now, tryna save a thot
I can never trust no bitch, but I fuck with her cause she hold my knock
And I'm rockin' for my bro, if he innocent or not

They stay plottin', on me, they stay plottin' on me
They stay plottin', on me, they stay plottin' on me
They stay plottin'

Plottin’ On Me (Spvceless)

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“Recurring Dreams”

Body rotting but I have a plot
Take ‘em to the ocean and I dump em off a yacht 
Red and blue flashing, know I’m fucking caught 
Put my hands in the air, and my knees dropped 
Now I watch the days go by, I’m sitting in a cell
Never see a blue sky but tell my fam I’m doing well 
Made mistakes and I made my own hell 
Recurring dreams where I’m burning in a fucking plane that fell
Tired of fake fucking people never having my back
Tired of days turning to weeks where sleep lacks
Tired of smoking weed just to relax 
I don’t wanna feel this shit until my body is ash 

Rose made of palm, rose like a phoenix 
Came back as a demon but nobody fucking 
see it
Invisible, miserable, now I’m spewing stupid syllables 
Not loveable 
Not liveable 
If anything I’m fucking killable
I’m despicable 
Life feeling like an SAT, but I’m not quizzable
Unpredictable, 
Second guessing everything is typical 
solving problems to the minimal 
Smoking chemicals 
Fucking killable
I’m despicable 
Life feeling like an SAT, but I’m not quizzable
Unpredictable, 
Second guessing everything is typical 
Solving problems to the minimal 
Smoking chemicals

Produced by oceanash

Recurring Dreams

UNRELEASED - DJ SERIAL super slowed

“RAINDROPS”

I’m on a spree, off my skin I’m flicking fleas
I’m empty, I’m alone in my home but a ghost is making the floor creak
Keep emotions on a leash 
Smoking reef, forgetting memories, but I
keep them like receipts
I will take them to the sea
Pouring my ash out in Atlantic oceans 
Spreading to the shore I keep on growing, 
Keep on flowing to where my soul is fucking meant to be 
I wake, try to be brave, I don’t want dust to be the only part that’s left of me
Never thought that I make it to 23 (what the fuck)
Been pleading for a reasons of why I fall to my degree
Demons tell me I’m just debris, I try to disagree Every day contemplating who to believe (who)
Walking in the street debating hanging from a tree 
I can’t sleep 
I can’t eat
Try to speak and I retreat
Looking back at everything is bittersweet
All I feel is defeat
Try to keep it discrete 
I don’t even know if I’ll ever feel complete 

Lung is full of tar 
Lung is-lung is full of tar 
Running-running but the blood is seeping out their parts 
Seep-seeping out their parts 


Sporting broken hearts on sleeves that feel too short
They ask me how I’m doing I say why the fuck you care for 
Smoke and hit record and say how life’s a bitch,
Now I’m feeling fucking stony when I’m brewing like a witch 
Smoking for a broken heart 
But my lung is full of tar 
Car running out of gas cuz I roll them in cigars
Split them with the same blade that I’m using for my arm 
Fake fuckers running but the blood is seeping out their parts 
They were doomed from the start
Same look you will never see in another eyes 
Seen too many die my body cannot cry I’m fucking dry 
I’m collapsing on myself like a star that died 
I’m refusing all the help all because of selfish pride 
Cells fighting wars in my body 
Demons saying fuck you, stop me 
I’m not good at confrontation or know karate
I’m destroying all around me, you can call me a tsunami 
I got my own body in a sleeper like I’m Sean O’Malley

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RAINDROPS

Wasting Time

“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

"Moonlit Murmurs: Stories from the Creek"

Seeing all red
Spreading the ash all over my dread
But I tread and get some gas and blunts before I go to bed 
Looking undead I bet all of this is in my head 
I never even left, I might just end it with the lead 
I’m dabbing the oils and I boil like I’m fried chicken 
And I throw them in the water right after I fucking stick em 
Oceanash risen from the Atlantic sea 
I’m in the bayou hanging from a fucking old Cypress tree
I'm lighting fire to the fucking palm leaves 
I’m getting higher as my skin melts into the heat
I’m in the open ocean and coping I’m throwing emotions of grief 
I’m sleeping in, I wish I wasn’t me 
I’m in the south, the roaches crawling out my mouth 
I’m always fucking filled with doubt, so please just wrap me in a shroud
I’m crouching in a fucking cloud
I’m snapping when they shake me out 
Death is what all I’m about
I’m turning your flesh all inside out
Better watch your step 
I’m not the one you should betray
In the water to your neck 
Kicking away the stingrays 
Kayaking in the creek 
Please just let me rest in piece 
Please just fucking leave me be 
Burn me like a DVD
Water clear, willows near 
Demons whisper in my ear
I feel the reaper coming near 
I'm dreaming of all my fucking fears 
I’m feeling fried, red in my eyes, I'm going for a ride and then I hop out, make ‘em die, you can try to run and fucking hide 
Put the bodies in the barrels, fill em with formaldehyde 
Stash em in the marsh and then I come up with an alibi
Put the bodies in the barrels, fill em with formaldehyde 
Stash em in the marsh and then I come up with an alibi
Woods is where I scheme 
Smoking the green, crime scene where I clean 
Feeling mean, get the n-i-c-o-t-i-n-e
Now I'm walking with a limp, eating shrimp
You can get a glimpse of the clip
I cannot wash my sins 
Cutting limbs 
Putting them into fucking bins
Slice you into pieces thin
Grinning as I rip your skin


Produced by oceanash

Moonlit Murmurs: Stories from the Creek

"Gators and Ghosts"

Lurking in the lagoon
I’m eating cajun fries seasoned with gloom
I feel like nothing inside, molecules have all died 
Sweep evidence with a broom
Under the rug, I’m removing the shoes 
The blood has soaked through 
Using the bleach so you won’t see the clues in the room, when the lights are turning blue
Creeping in the swamp 
Throwing bodies to the gators and they chomp 
Floating parts in nature but the water calm
Rolling papers, smoke keep on blowing with the fucking palms
Person missing, snakes are hissing, on their heads I fucking stomp
I’m no longer living, seeing visions of myself embalmed 
I’m saying Avada Kedavra when I’m waving my wand 
Floor of the creek, I’m in the fog
Cypress trees next to the bog 
Is where I hid the bloody saw and all my flaws with muddy cloth
Feel the claws when I draw the prey closer then they caught up in my jaws 
Eat ‘em like Pulled pork with a side of Cole slaw 
Now I'm wanting more
Skeleton galore hid beneath the river shore 
Now my vision twisting more, my face melting to a corpse
A million thoughts I’m torn 
Now I’m exploding with gore
From my brain, I go insane, from the pressure I cannot contain 
I’m Breaking from chains, I never maintain a minute or moment of peace 
I feel deceased, my DMT released 
I don’t want my heart to beat, I think it ceasing during my sleep, so I’m avoiding counting the sheep
Making the beats, I got my enemies all on their fucking knees 
Now I’m speeding off smoking the weed 
I stuff it up in a honey berry blunt   
3 gram cherry keep making me dizzy and lighting the room up 
Sneaking through the grasses 
Weaken from the gashes 
Blood is seeping like molasses, slowly leaking as the match is lit 
Look into your head as I’m detaching it
Use the fucking knife, I take your life and then I’m stashing it 
Grabbing the resin, I’m dabbing it 
Dragging the bat before whacking it 
I’m hacking with the hatchet 
I'm takin your body, I’m wrapping it 
I'm cracking my skull cuz demons inhabit it



Produced by oceanash

Gators and Ghosts

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