sad and angry

Mhmmmm

whatever

my favorite songs

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Bebe Rexha #icsday sample

Witt Lowry - Like I Do (Prod. By Tido Vegas)

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sleep thru ur alarms

A song for the soul.

Produced by my brothers Syk Sense and Tunji Ige, with additional production by Smash David.
Mixed by Tiggi.

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ETERNAL GREY 09/11/16

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Eternal Grey

ULTIMATE $UICIDE (FEAT. DENZEL CURRY)

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[Verse 1: Yung $carecrow]

bitch boy back up off me before you catch these hands
you're in the pit
don't give a shit and off a couple tabs
extend my fist and bust his lip
fuck no, i can't relax
put on my mask and rob the trap just so i can relapse
coming to end your fucking life
straight out the fire to terrorize
look in my eyes
this your demise
fuckboys going to die
straight out the wild
bound for the mile
$lick the mortified
the devilish child with a crooked ass smile
welcome to the night

[Verse 2: Shawty Burn-a-Church]

grey blade
grey came rag wrapped around my face
yung plague dodging ammo
animal instinct to erase
dragon asking blunt in my fucking talons
grab em
drag em to the fire
let em burn up
we ignite em
plague robbing grave
laced blunts with fuckboy brains
plague up in flames
let the ash rain
ash king reins
plague so fucking insane
don't touch my fucking lane
don't brush my fucking mane
go tuck your fucking chain 

I WANT TO BELIEVE

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[Verse 1: Lil' Cut Throat]

i got gorillas that surround me
bitch i'm caesar
they know what I'm bout
that boy out the south
forever i'm grieving
pussy boy back up off me before you bleeding
we them crooks, bitch i'm taking what i'm needing
rule number one i'm never shitting where i'm sleeping
think you the one, but i'm the one that they call Jesus
made masterpieces 
left the country
stamped some visas
this now my kingdom
put my flag up then i'm leaving
rest in pieces

[Verse 2: Lil' Oozing]

fuck boy pull up with a pistol gripped
lil bitch what the fuck you think this is?
this ain't a game
we ain't playing
this is it
those fangs in your throat's range
boy get a grip
shadow expanding without a cloud in the sky
black spot where the sun once was
it's that full moon
bullet proof goon looming in a tomb
chewing up someone's buzz
never releasing the dove
keep em locked up and let em rot
let the whole flock gather in a spot
there's a hole marked "rather end a plot" flooded with bugs
the blood that floods us pools at the root of the crop

CHARIOT OF FIRE

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VERSE I: RUBY DA CHERRY

they figure me a dead motherfucker
romeo da black rose
shedding petals
hold me over until they finish digging me a hole
i need a new beginning so i tip toe behind my foe's bitch
unzip, i'm throwing it into that bitch's hole
calling all my enemies the same place where that dick go
fuck an online pussy boy 
talking shit
acting like it was a brick thrown through a window
sticks and stones might break my bones
but words will never hurt me
some slick hoes might catch me froze but soon they will desert me
get rich blow that smoke in o's
don't ever act so thirsty
sick diss though
fuck all this 
slowly die before i'm 30

VERSE II: SLICK SLOTH
isn't it so convincing how that blade slide across my throat
coke residue all in my nose
couple graves dug for my foes and it goes on and on
my girlfriend calling my phone
ain't seen her in about a week
this depression got me weak
ever wake up everyday and you want to die?
life going good 
can't figure out why
blank walls all around me keep the pills near by
play with the nine and then i close my eyes
$uicide only thing gonna gratify this urge to leave
can't you hear my plea?
i'm down on my knees

Tape

KILL YOURSELF (PART IV)

VERSE I: $LICK $LOTH

Still depressed
Still misunderstood
Still popping pills, popping seals, smoking backwoods
Still smoke a swisher if you got it with you
Everybody won't me sober, but i'm not a quitter
I say the less you know the better
That west bank fire setter
$uicide dream team
It's that codeine fiend
Hell bound is what i'm deemed
Surrounded by crime scenes
Only peace that i know is sleep or be deceased
I can't call it anymore
Get more depressed when i'm on tour
Wake up in the middle of a war
Wake up wishing that i was a fucking corpse, fuck...

VERSE II: RUBY DA CHERRY

Yeah, now if we got a problem, then we got a problem
I don't give a fuck
I can't even see that far at the bottom
My cousin toxic, and i'm rotten
This ain't an option
I was opting out responsibility
Turn a new leave and get it poppin
Pull up on their fucking ass
All they do is fucking ask "can i flash you with the gas?"
And so i pull up on their ass then i ask "want to catch the gat's blast?"
It's always back to back
$uicide used to calm my depression, used to call it my progression, used to make me less upset and $uicide now causes all my depression

VERSE I: LIL NO FLASH

Sold out shows, but i don't believe in souls
So i doubt these shows are going to leave me feeling whole
A couple blunts i blow and now i'm idolized, a role model
That'll get 'em to get me to model clothes
I'd rather snort up roxy's until that dope battle rattles
Nope, i'm not about to tackle yet another problem
I'll have to put this one at the bottom
I feel like fucking sodom and gomorrah, but life is sweet
Another black petal falling down right at my fucking feet
Another flower rotten, a bouquet of efforts
Sour scents are haunting my defeat
Sold out funeral no live nation fee
Captivate 100,000 people
Still me and the reaper me
100,000 want to meet me
I hope they'll let me be

VERSE II: LIL HALF CUT

I'm able to paint a picture most people can't even see
Basquiat mixed with Monet when that heron in me
Self-critic thats speaking in cryptic
Defying the laws of physics
Let me be specific
Sadistic, mr. pessimistic
Slickity sloth the motherfucker they call the anti-christ
Used to dream of fans chanting, screaming that "$uicide!"
Now i get on Instagram and they're posting my personal life
I promise it's not what it seems
Climb up just to fall down a stream
Drag me to the river
The richer i get, the worse my liver gets
No strippers on my zipper
Still in my room
Keep it dark as i can
Remember scraping up change just for cigarettes
Immortalized $uicide
No they won't forget

VERSE I: LIL REMAINS

Yeah playa
Yeah playa
All my teeth gold
Damn playa
Damn playa
I still can't sleep though
Yeah playa
Yeah playa
I be that sheep eater
Wolf creeper but disuised as the grim reaper
Sad playa
Sad playa
I be that sad playa
Damn playa
Damn playa
Thought you was money making?
Yeah playa
Yeah playa
Don't change that i'm forsaken
Grey playa
Third razor
Laugh at you bitches hating
Yeah playa
Yeah playa
My pupils dilating
Dope shot up in my veins
I'm feeling nauseated
Law breaker
Law breaker
I'm trying to feel alive
Make sure my teeth gold when i'm filled up with formaldehyde
$uicide

VERSE II: PAPA PINE

Used to be called a bunch of things before they called me snow leopard
I froze up and shivered off the shards of cold weather with no effort
Leather belt around my throat feels so better than the rope i had before
The results are the same, but now i'm comfy when i go
I got hoes that burn their wrist with the blunt they rolled for me
And now i'm always stoned
Always home alone
In the back of the benz, i got my squad i know
But, i only see them on the road, and the rest i know just want to use you
Always want to used you
Snakes in my face, yeah, i think i'm medusa
Polo pajamas with the pockets ripped
The red, white and blue ones
That's why i'm always losing money, but don't let that confuse you because now i got a mouth full of gold, but baby i'm still a loser

I No Longer Fear The Razor 3

I NO LONGER FEAR THE RAZOR GUARDING MY HEEL (III)

shog was here <3 @ecstasy

LUV IS RAGE 2 COMING SOON

1.5- XO TOUR Llif3 (Produced By TM88)

YOUNG DUMB & BROKE//WINTER//SAVED//8TEEN//ANOTHER SAD LOVE SONG- KHALID

Easier said than done </3

Prod. By Nick Mira

Goodbye & Good Riddance

Lucid Dreams

Fuck Love

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RINGATONE FT TENET (prod. SampleGod) (AVAILABLE ON ITUNES AND SPOTIFY)

theyre rotting my brain love </3 </3

prod. nick mira

All Girls Are The Same

beerbongs & bentleys

Psycho (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

Cosmic Out Now
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Dreams

Stay

Summer Pack

Feels Like Summer

11:11

OCTAVIO - This Is What Remembering Feels Like 

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Lyrics:
It’s late at night so I take off my socks
My eyes keep closing shut
While staring at the clock
We used to talk 'til we fell asleep
When we were both at peace
Loved you and you loved me

(Ahhh...)

Was seventeen when I heard it first
It changed my universe
Hearing three damn words
I never knew people drift away
That’s what I heard ‘em say
But we were never phased

(Ahhh...)

Where did the time go
Wish it could go slow
Please take me back to the moment I met you
Know I’d go back there
But life doesn’t play fair
So far away but I know that I still care

#OCTAVIO
#ThisisWhatRememberingFeelsLike

This Is What Remembering Feels Like

PAPAGODI

@octaviothedweeb

25. Born in Mexico, raised in Louisville, live in LA.

This Is What Remembering Feels Like

OCTAVIO the Dweeb