original audio for miss me, sorry for the reuploads

miss me (ig @ismokefuego)

Simple

Last Call

Lyrics-
Hail to the motherfucking king 
I'm clinching my sword im about to swing
When the shots go off your ears will start to ring 
The bullets will sing 
I'm dancing with the devil feel the chaos that it will all start to bring 
I'm stuck in your mind like Freddy im controlling all of your dreams 

I don’t give a fuck if you ready or not 
Here I come with my motherfucking Glock watch it pop and you drop 
Here I go again but I’m sitting at the top and I cant stop 

Everybody wanna talk 
Trace your body with some chalk 
You better be careful how you walk 
Cause bitch im valac 
And you know I like to stalk 

Clouds in in my mind think a bullet will stop it 
Just take my body and start to chop it 
I don’t really care where you go lock it 
Just leave me alone I need some profit 

But with that knife there I wont need a belt 
Cut my throat let my blood leak off the shelf 
Don’t give a fuck I don’t need no help 
You tired off this life me too just kill yourself 

Fill my lungs with smoke I’m tired of all these pills 
Anti depressants ain’t shit and that’s just how I feel 
I’m on death row and I’m about to eat my last meal 
My soul turned black and that’s something that you can’t heal 

Produced By https://soundcloud.com/nightraverse

BassHead

Lyrics-
Bitch I got some bombs round my chest if you talk that shit 
Blow us all to hell I wish the best you sorry fucking prick 
Fuck up out my face run from the cops we running with some sticks 
River of blood now I’m choking think I might be sick 

And by sick I’m sick off all these fuckboys trying be so hard 
You a fake ass motherfucker we know that you played the star 
Never had to struggle never had to bear no fucking scars 
You acting like a killer but we know just who you really are you 

I cut my wrist about a thousand times so I could shine 
Don’t need no diamonds when that blood is precious it’s divine 
If I catch you lacking bitch ill stab you in your spine 
Rip it out sub zero your health has now declined 

I'm thinking bout how im gonna go and get this money 
Maybe rob your ass maybe you are just unlucky 
And maybe I’m an addict maybe I am just a junkie 
I still stole your bitch and now she love to call me honey

Produced By https://soundcloud.com/nightraverse

Burn That Bridge When We Get There

Lyrics-
Load the magazine with hallow points and watch it blast 
As I grow old I start to realize life is fast 
I'm doing what I love I’ll spread my name until it’s vast 
These fuck boys talking shit it makes me chuckle makes me laugh 

I'm at the spot and I be rolling up some fucking sticky 
She love the way I fuck she on my neck she leaving hickeys 
They said they found the body but to me it’s just some theories 
You playing games with me like scooby-doo now you a mystery 

Tip-toe through your house I got some tools up in my fucking bag 
Feel like terrifier cause I’m dressed up in some white and black 
Gripping on my axe and hack away until there’s nothing left 
I'd take all of your organs but to me that’s fucking petty theft 

You ain’t worth shit just know that you are nothing special 
Got the devil in my soul I start to feel like I’m his vessel 
Bitch I am fucking mountain and all you motherfuckers pebbles 
Ima find your stupid ass and fill your mouth up with some metal 

Produced By https://soundcloud.com/nightraverse

The Walls Are Closing In

hell no im not tired, mixing uppers & downers

FIRST BAG OF WEED PROD GXM

Hollow Steps (feat. dip fa$e)

Tomorrow

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

I do not own this beat.
https://youtu.be/zKVyrAvBhhM Link to the original beat.

Emotions Are Meant To Be Prayed ON

You'll leave with No Regrets, Believe Me

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