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ft. @xelmusic

prod. @ikvri

LYRICS:

(SPIIRAL)
ay, yuh
think i’ll be the one 
how i’m always going dumb with it
reaching for the sun 
yeah that really got your dome on a spin
40 tonne
buried bodies now they gold digging 
yeah stay swinging no don’t stop missing
even after death, bitch

think i’ll be the one 
how i’m going dumb in it
reaching for the sun 
really got your dome spinning
with the 40 tonne
buried going gold digging 
yeah i’ll stay lingering
in your head, bitch

undead killer
i reap, no winners
knocking at your door
like who the fuck gon answer tonight 
live in a thriller 
preach for the sinners
looking like a corpse
on the floor in fright

pathetic, wanna go and end it
about to seal the deal i’m with a fiend
but he’s sceptic
condescending, motherfucker you is
blackmail, keeping quiet, step aside

think i’ll be the one 
how i’m always going dumb with it
reaching for the sun 
yeah that really got your dome on a spin
40 tonne
buried bodies now they gold digging 
yeah stay swinging no don’t stop missing
even after death, bitch

(XELISHURT)
yuh, ay
been up at the crib
yeah fuck it i dont wanna stay
keep the fucking tool
with the switch thats my fucking blade
bitch got that pipe 
in my motherfucking hand
take my aim then i shoot
bitch im clearing out the fucking stands

get bands when i dump it
bitch i empty out the ak
and them gunshots flash
so bright like a ?
and i run his ass right down
on the field like its rugby
got the whole loadout in my 
fucking pocket like its pubg

bitch i come up out the store
a pistol pack i got that shit on lock
and these holos - hurt
niggas spiral with the shock
getting fucked yeah his bitch 
she giving some
put him in the fucking dirt
motherfucker like a crop, huh

(SPIIRAL)
think i’ll be the one 
how i’m always going dumb with it
reaching for the sun 
yeah that really got your dome on a spin
40 tonne
buried bodies now they gold digging 
yeah stay swinging no don’t stop missing
even after death, bitch

THE ONE w/ Xelishurt & IKVRI

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Coca Zero

ALUCARD! W/ XELISHURT (PROD. LIL $WEDDEN)

prod. by sapjer
written/performed by 4ria 

lyrics
Wishes that I dream, plenty fishes in the sea
But I’ve been too busy stranded on the land of make believe 
I’ve been living with disease and these silly little things 
That turn me into a bitter and little fucking fiend 
Little do they know, nothing is ever what it seems 
The trouble that withholds my vision, ripping through the scene 
No lover I could hold
Let alone get with in between my struggles and my soul
And this fickle, crippling scheme 
I’d simply hope for the best every moment i recede 
Soak myself in your hex and approach these woes with a clean game plan 
Like it’s routine while I stand on my hopes and float off a bean 
Wrote this shit like I sculpted marble into a marvel superhero ensemble 
It sparkles and gleams 
Bars are sharp and cleaner than bar soap 
To harp on the themes of this darkness 
Hit the mark like a dart for this art to be seen 
I could harness my catharsis at a startling speed 
Every past job I had lost 
Had an impact
In fact, to bear away the bell ‘till I was shell shocked 
Until I just felt like I was Pavlov’s dog 
Dragged through withdrawals and became a fucking whack job 

It’s too late for me, take from me 
All I’ve ever had was a taste of brief love until the evening wrath 
And shit, I even crashed 
Off a bean
It’s no surprise my life’s got zigs and zags 
There may be beauty in the madness, but never peace in perceiving that 
I feel inept, but nonetheless I must suppress 
Despite the fact that I’ve been feeling trapped 
L-L-Layers I’m peeling back 
Displays a revealing path
I’ve been speeding past with a sleeping bag 

P-P=Pick up
Trying to find a sign, there’s only hiccups 
In between the lines and the grime, so I dig up 
Pieces of the puzzle ‘till I fill up 
The void, I’ve been inclined to this enigma ‘till the jigs up 

I’m too hopeful till I’m hopeless 
I indulge to cope within the world 
In a sense, I’m a poet 
With the proponents of spoken word
Slowly divulge this repulsive formula 
Hold it up my cornea 
Wrote a colloquial storm to pour this grudge 
Pure bliss that strikes more chords than orchestras 
I’m warning ya that I’m still warming up 
At my boiling point and I still don’t feel warm enough 
Here’s some food for thought that I oughta scarf once my orders up 
In order to see a glass half full with a quarter cup
Forming hoards of songs with these tortured thoughts that were born from loss  
And the more I sought a pure resolve 
I turned to slaw and splurged on wants and needs into a cauldron of my burning flaws 
Stall till the curtains draw 
Fallen
It don’t make a difference if you give in, I’ve been calling 
Out your name to drown the pain, a victim of the solemn 
Mounted shame amounts to change to bring in till I’m ballin’
Bound to fame, about the game 
I’m killing till I’m crawlin’ 
Count the ways I’ll pounce and fade 
These feelings till I’m all in 
Boundless faith may balance days 
I’ll dribble to my coffin 
Scribbling these rhythms ‘till my vision is appalling  
Sprawling, prone to no belonging 

It’s too late for me, take from me 
All I’ve ever had was a taste of brief love until the evening wrath 
And shit, I even crashed 
Off a bean
It’s no surprise if I die any second by design 

P-P-Pick up
Trying to find a sign, there’s only hiccups 
In between the lines and the grime, so I dig up 
Pieces of the puzzle ’till I fill up the void
I’ve been inclined to this enigma ’till the motherfuckin’ jigs up (X2)

L-L-Live up
To the fucking standards that they give ya
Spit up 
Another fucking tantrum ‘till I give up 
B-B-Big ups 
To the fucking manic man 
Only feel the panic when I’m standing face to face with the camera man

MANIC MAN

WishyWashy w/ NIKKO & XELISHURT 🫧 Prod. Y$57 🫧

Sleep Well

Sleep Well (from Poppy Playtime: Chapter 3)

i hope u cry 2 this...

lyrics:

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see ya
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

Yah That shit in my in blood
Coming down I feel the rush
I was on my last
Let it go to waste for the mothafuckin drugs
Wanna run away turn it all into dust
Walkin thru the smoke and its fillin up my lungs
Thinkin bout this shit im chasing everything I luv
something bout the dark that keep me within its touch

Im Spinning under the ceiling
And I can’t conceal it
Im caught in the feeling
Yuh
Drowning Like nobody out there could hear me
But u keep on calling and I leave u empty

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

Its all the same
Sinking into the pain
I’ll Go underneath
If u need me 2 To be
sum thing more than me
When we’re sinkin down down down into the deep

Bitch im on the brink yuh
Blood in the sink yuh
Its killing me yuh
How could it be?
Don’t know what I believe yuh
But I don’t see
Pray I don’t sink yuh
I need leave
I s o l a t e don’t bother me…
Why u so fake ur dead 2 me

POV THAT SINKING FEELIN IN UR GUT (PROD. TRIPLESIXDELETE)

LEVEL TWO COMPLETE W/ DOWNFVLL (Prod. FIDI X OMXNEMO)

Ayo Shneaky where’s my fucking beat

Toca toca toca toca toca toca uh
Toca toca toca toca uh
Toca toca toca toca toca toca uh
Toca toca toca toca uh
Toca toca toca toca toca toca uh
Toca toca toca toca uh
Toca toca toca toca toca toca uh
Toca toca toca toca uh

Bem-vindo à minha casa
A festa nunca para
Uh huh!
Venha girar girar a-a-a-a garrafa
Uh huh!
Bem-vindo à minha casa
A festa nunca para
Uh huh!
Venha girar girar a-a-a-a garrafa

and if good things come to those who sweat, my bitch is living her best life
i threw everything else away, that’s how you get where success lies
i shine too fucking bright, like Ace, no glasses, hurting their retinas
i ain’t ever been that drunk i guess, that’s only up til the next night 

and we the greatest, fuck imitators
boy this ain’t music, this education
you know i may just, end up like Jason
i’ll take em down, with no preparation
and now we making so much, can’t be too concerned about the inflation
cos now i know what i’m worth, im making it work, ain’t no relaxation

elle aime quand je suis vantard
bébé regarde bien la musique c’est rentable pour moi hein
je manie plusieurs langages 
elle devine le prix de la bouteille de champagne dans mes mains

Oi!
Está pronto para isso?
Não acho porra assim caralho!
Ha ha ha ha
Agora a festa começa!

i used to be the worst now im the best in the class
im an addiction she tryna relapse
I feel like Sion, im undead with an axe
most of what i know i keep it under wraps
im in the moshpit
down a bottle of gin and we party
i just looked at a bitch and she lost it
then i went to her, it’s like a storm hit
baby just tell me which way you want it

Ah ah ah ah ah (tropa tropa) ah ah 
Uh huh 
Ah ah ah ah ah (tropa tropa) ah ah
Uh huh 
Toca toca toca toca vai
Toca toca toca toca toca toca
Toca toca toca toca uh
Um, dois, três!

 
Bem-vindo à minha casa
A festa nunca para
Uh huh!
Venha girar girar a-a-a-a garrafa
Uh huh!
Bem-vindo à minha casa
A festa nunca para
Uh huh!
Venha girar girar a-a-a-a garrafa
Uh huh!

CLASICO (ft. DAEGHO & SHNEAKY)

Have Some Fun? HAVE SOME FUN!

Working Class Hero

FUCK YOUR SPEAKERS
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Sleep Well (from Poppy Playtime: Chapter 3)

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