GET A LIFE (feat. 905emerald)

i got a blade like im ready for battle
shield on my back im defending my castle
she wanna travel bih come to place
smoke on that shit thatll send u to space
she such a hassle
kickin her out an she call me an asshole
dont even care wear that shit like a title
smokin a blunt w a page from the bible

how do ya do my name is kaine
im jus a robot in this game
cant take much more i been goin insane
do it for me i dont do it for fame

bitch i was crafted
synthetic kid i dont blend w the masses
smokin on plastic
ashin the blunt on the floor cuz im past it

i gotta go 
foot on the floor and i put it in gear
whippin that shit u kno i disappear
too many thoughts i jus drown it in beer

i dont exist 
so many clones and its makin me sick
copy a copy they tryna get rich
this is a game and they all jus a glitch

ur jus some fragmented data
u look like u need an update 
gah ur so beta
i wouldnt pick u up even if u had ray gun
run this shit like eren jaeger
my bih badder than jenna ortega






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JENNA ORTEGA (FRAGMENTED DATA) prod. warheart

no mask on w/ lil ashley ❀  (prod. lil biscuit)

self prod.

feat from @pdnr

@okay_lloyd on insta and OKAYLloyd on spotify now too <3

ᗝⓚ𝕒𝓨 ŁᒪόчĐ

fall4u w/ pdnr [self prod.]

pinky x devo 2 yearz in da makin prod xmichaelwarren

cant tell w/ counter + toxin brewer + joshuasageart |☆ spaceboyry ☆|

mel by dead at 18
rip peep rip axo 

lyrics:

look me in the eyes
said im gonna die my way
and this time im getting closer to the right day
stare into the fireplace 
it burns brightly
why's it on in summer t t time heat

its painful 
got my pants around my ankles
walking out the door
give a fuck about the neighbors
im getting paper
show me a band rn
oh you cant save for shit
still getting paid sir

quit my job after the first shift
but im still getting paper 
im still getting paid sir

~

oh i ain't in the mood
but i know some goons who's down to shoot
play you like a fool
hit em in his head 
smack em w the tool
rob him for his bread 
rob him for his shoes
sever off his legs 
he cant fucking move
now im counting these stolen blues 
i turn my pain into views

papercuts saga

Yo thanks for 300

Lyrics -
You a fake
no surprise you talk a lot
raise the steaks
Thanking God that I got dropped
You a lame, couldn't think a fucking reason
You just stayed the same, I stay moving, I'm on defense

You addicted to that drama, talking shit
Make me the center of your problems, I ain't one to play the bitch
All I hear is radio silence, you lacking some maturity
People lying to my face, now you're all fuckin obscure to me

I just can't deal with the talk x7
All of this drama ain't shit so I'm hitting the gas bitch I ain't gonna walk
Talking won't talk to my face
All black fit, bitch I look like the wraith
Yeah I just do it, and do it with grace
I ain't no artist, I can't give a name
I don't deal with no fakes
I don't care what you say
Please just stay out my face
Please just stay out my way
I don't care, I won't cave
I don't need you anyway
You can't see the whole picture, you too dumb to step away