Name: Local On The 8s by Ogun
Duration: 2 min 3 s
Description: And now, for your Local on the 8s. Every hour, on the hour catch your new weather forecast.

This one taking us many levels high, diggin it

MF wanna ride on my dick no shit
They all wanna stay for the come up
MF do me dirt they gon end in a crypt 
All Internet boys just act tough
You ain’t popped shit
Ain’t be on shit
But I pop a few everyday
You ain’t ever stop shit
Ain’t been nauseous
Don’t pause that shit press play (hello?)

MF wanna ride on my dick no shit
They all wanna stay for the come up
MF do me dirt they gon end in a crypt 
All Internet boys just act tough
You ain’t popped shit
Ain’t be on shit
But I pop a few everyday
You ain’t ever stop shit
Ain’t been nauseous
Don’t pause that shit press play (bitch)

K faded, Dug myself up out my grave The other day
car i whip, we racin down the streets speedin the whole way 
Fuck you mean you wanna talk to me i don’t have shit to say
She asked me what to call me i don’t ever say my fucking name

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And now, for your Local on the 8s. Every hour, on the hour catch your new weather forecast.

Local On The 8s

1997 (feat Lui Vill)

“Not The Same”

GREY - https://on.soundcloud.com/PyjoVGQSTLrKZp7q6


Say that you’re right but I don’t see that
Act like a fake you gon get slapped
If it ain’t true I don’t fuck with that
Motherfucka go on
Go and talk about an arm
In yo little fucking song
We don’t really fuck with that
We don’t really like that rap
You do it too wrong
Go and lock the door, turn off the light
Let me fucking write, poems out of spite
Grey is the fog in yo mind when you lie
Rust inside my fucking eyes
Twitch and shake and feel the blur
No fucking image, no fucking tension
Acting like you good Imma teach ya how you could
Take a seat and watch the woods
Cause im always in the forest, creeping like the fucking poorest
Soil in my boots I got mud on my face
It’s deep in my roots
If it’s gloom
Imma go and let loose
Motherfucka act hard then later be a bitch
Juh
Motherfucka tryna bring a switch– blade
Tried to mess around then he got– played
I am the reason you got–made
Imma go and throw the shade
Fuck the pay, I don’t relate
You on display, i am the shade
Juh, not the same



Deep in the gloom 
Blue ocean is your tomb 
In the room smoking all the fumes 
Mary Jane, I feel the doom, I’m small like a grain 
I feel the fucking chains 
Can never explain the pain in my membrane

Decaying when I wake and every minute of the day 
Participate in bad habits, damage my brain 
Managing, tryna get through and maintain 
Only thing that gets me through is trying every strain 

Thinking and causing my pain 
question if I’m even sane
sunny but inside it’s rain 
Debating just  slicing my veins 
As I smoke I Watch it twist and then disperse 
My Organs blackened like a hearse
My head is static vhs reverse 
Like the ring I’m cursed 
I was coughing the pain right out my chest
Infesting death inside my head 
I was blocking everyone and laying in  bed 
My whole body filled with the  dread 
I was Wishin I was dead
Finger pulling the trigger now I’m spread 
Alone in the shed, and cops the sped 
But it’s too late wrap me in the carpet 
Ay sometimes I just wanna die 
I don’t even know why 
I’m just thinking bout the scythe 
When I close my fucking eyes
I just wanna get high 
Get by 
I’m Introverted always shy


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