🥀Midnight vibe🥀

Pastel Drip

The Upload

pasteldrip

eyes fading 
now my mindset, screaming c’mon 
unfocused now my faces going numb
pissed off there’s no chance I got
cause my mindset aint the same as back then

but you don’t get me baby
so why you gotta hate me
guess i should’ve told you
that we aren’t the same

i'm so down
i'm so down 
i'm so down today (x4)

i wanna run away
i wanna run away
i wanna run away
from this place

wanna take this knife
lemme lose my mind
baby that’s my life
takin’ drugs every night
imma mind my time
imma cross my line 
in a world with the sky’
dead by design 
ay

don't know what to do
nothing left to do 
i just need a clean slate
yeah
on my mind wonder why 
life a roller coaster 
better make the most yeah

i hate the world,
and everyone in it
just go away

but you don’t get me baby
so why you gotta hate me
guess i should’ve told you
that we aren’t the same
but you don’t get me baby
so why you gotta hate me
guess i should’ve told you
that we aren’t the same

i'm so down
i'm so down 
i'm so down today

i hate the world (prod. grayskies)

stop waistin’ my time
its a test of why yeah
she’s stuck in my mind
cause i cant get over you
cant stay sober
my life is over
im shaking down my spine
im calling it quits
dont give a fuck
keep it the way it is
nothing ain’t simple
i’d rather waste the time
nothing aint worth my time
bottle of decay
smokin on thraxx
walk a mile in ma shoes
yeah i dont wanna do this
and i feel so useless
make a mil goin through this
stop waistin’ my time
its a test of why yeah
she’s stuck in my mind
cause i cant get over you
cant stay sober
my life is over
im shaking down my spine
im calling it quits
dont give a fuck
keep it the way it is
bottle of decay
smokin on thraxxx
walk a mile in ma shoes
yeah i dont wanna do this

bottle o' decay (prod. grayskies)

Dead personality
I'm off the drugs no I don't feel like me
That bitch don't fuck with me
I keep a blade inside my plain white tee

Let's kill the sensitive people
Watch em' hang down from their gallows
Let's send em' to hell!
Oh well!
Farewell!
I'll see
You in hell!

Ha ha you're dead
I'm so damn happy
That you're fucking gone
This is your song
Yeah!

Don't you mention it
Decisions über alles sent
To manage your frustrations

Ain't no purpose yet
The fiction's only there to keep
You taking your prescriptions, alright

Let's kill the sensitive people
Watch em' hang down from their gallows
Let's send em' to hell!
Oh well!
Farewell!
I'll see
You in hell!

Dead personality
I'm off the drugs no I don't feel like me, yeah
That bitch don't fuck with me
I keep a blade inside my plain white tee

gallows! (prod. pharmacy)

Lyrics:

Everybody taking like they know me
I laugh cause they don’t know shit
I been to the crypt I know what it felt like
Watching as my soul drifted
That Dead man soul stitched back to my body
All of these hoes counterfeit
Imma warlock don’t knock
Imma come back Colt mag load you shot

All of you talking like I do not know
I see you on Instagram Twitter fo’sho
Try to dig deep on me 
Can’t find a thing bout me
Ghosted the internet
Show at yo door
Hop on a plane, no
If you wanna throw down
Come to my show
Oh no it’s the hoe talking shit bro
I got way to many people who want my smoke
Toke this shade bro
Overthrow the scene with my team
Ain’t nobody step to the Harakiri 
Outgrow beef ain’t got time inbetween 
What you want
What you need
Come to me and you’ll see
Sipping caffeine with my dine in cuisine 
People telling me I’m like a machine 
Knocking out tracks cause It’s all that I need
All of you struggling
Couldn’t be me

DEAD MAN

DEAD MAN [prod. Nightrd]

beat: x10derrick
synths: grapemaster saxe

i’m broken but ma’ speakers bumpin’ 
the basement’s flooded
with things i left behind 
and nothing ever seems to work for you
i bet you always wonder why the fuck it’s you?
why the fuck it’s you?
why the fuck it’s you?
i bet you always wonder why the fuck its always you
cruising down a highway
with a chain on
where the racks gone
spent it on a fast car
boutta light up
with the ralphs on
imma goth star
imma goth star
got lotta pills taken,
bottle o decay
in bad lands
living off the poison in ma’ veins 
im in transit
yeah i know you never understand it
bandit, criminal offense you know i planned 
it
what you think you know bout me
ripped jeans whip a black limousine 
i got lots of plugs on me
i got all the drugs on me
keep a knife like american psycho
ain’t the life but i’m making it right tho
take a vico
turn the lights out
imma pass out 
imma die young
i’m broken but ma’ speakers bumpin’ 
the basement’s flooded
with things i left behind 
and nothing ever seems to work for you
i bet you always wonder why the fuck it’s you?

gothstar (prod. x10derrick)

lyrics

THESE PUSSIES TALKIN SHIT BUT I KNOW THEY A FUCKING VICTIM
FINGERS ON YO BONES LITTLE BITCH IM BOUTTA RIP EM
OUT YO FLESH
LIL BOY HE TALKIN BIG HE BETTER PUFF OUT HIS CHEST
THEY HATE YOU CAUSE THEY KNOWIN IM THE BEST LIKE
GOT MY FUCKIN NAME ON YO MAIN BITCHES TITS
I BEEN WALKIN WITH A LIMP BECAUSE THE SIZE OF MY STICK
I BEEN BUILDIN UP THE UNDERGROUND IM LAYIN DOWN SOME BRICK
YOU BEEN SITTIN SUFOCATIN CAUSE YO THROAT IS FULL OF DICK
LIKE
little daddy dom been finger blastin all his sugar babies
imma take my clip and imma send them all to hades uh
fuckin up another pack of og kush incinerate it 
i might quit this rappin is it worth it? is it worth it?

PUSSIES ALWAYS DOXIN NEVER SEEIN THEM AROUND
I DARE A PUSSY HACKER TRY ME IMMA PUTTEM IN THE GROUND
EMPTY 80 BULLETS AT HIS MELON FEELIN LIKE GUNGRAVE
STOMPINNIN HIS HEAD I LEAVE A PUSSY BOY CONCAVED
JUMPIN ON HIS BODY LIKE HIS SHIT WAS IN A RAVE UH
CRACKIN ON HIS NECK IF HE BE USIN MY DEADNAME YUH
all these rappers lame, all these rappers lame

THESE PUSSIES TALKIN SHIT BUT I KNOW THEY A FUCKING VICTIM
FINGERS ON YO BONES LITTLE BITCH IM BOUTTA RIP EM
OUT YO FLESH
LIL BOY HE TALKIN BIG HE BETTER PUFF OUT HIS CHEST
THEY HATE YOU CAUSE THEY KNOWIN IM THE BEST 
SIPPIN ON A MONSTER N SMOKIN ON A BLUNT UH
GOTTA RAPPER BODY IN THAT HONDA CIVIC TRUNK UH
RAVE SHIT, NO LAME SHIT, CARVIN OUT MY NAME BITCH
I CANT STAND A PUSSY WHO GONN FUCK ROUND WITH MY PAYMENT

rave (prod. sxzu)

everything hurts (prod. pharmacy)

Witchouse 40k - HOBGOBLIN (2022)
Produced by: GHXST x ³³marrow)
Mixed by: ³³marrow

MUSIC VIDEO:
https://youtu.be/Z0J5T4b9hn0

Lyrics:
—
(Hook)
8 legs, zombie walking, now I’m talkin with the crows
Cemetery, tip toeing, hoppin over bones
Forty feelin cold, no heart, see the hole
Tryna pick up all the pieces, pick the petal off the rose
Came from Betty Crocker, now I cook it on the stove
like that
40 out the bottom, kickin doors like that
Roof
I lay your teeth on the road, stomp it and take out your soul

8 legs, zombie walking, now I’m talkin with the crows
Cemetery, tip toeing, hoppin over bones
Forty feelin cold, no heart, see the hole
Tryna pick up all the pieces, pick the petal off the rose
Came from Betty Crocker, now I cook it on the stove
like that
40 out the bottom, kickin doors like that
Roof
I lay your teeth on the road, stomp it and take out your soul

(Verse)
Forty always feenin, I'm a demon out the box
Devil up on my shoulder, leave em coughing till they rot
Pullup Im gon bring the problem to the muhfuckin block
New strap with a dot, run up on em he get knocked

Pullup wit a glock, bump stock for the ops
Real talk, muhfucka, bullets take away his thoughts
Actin so soft, so I had to cut em off, got the mind up on the money I could never take a loss

Forty alone, where they at
Glock on my body, no rats and 
I bag em, no cap cap cap
yuh
Slasher his clique, he ain’t bout that
Holes in his lung make em gasp
Nova they back, burn em up like the sun
We gon run through they home, cuz I came up from nuttin 
Broke out the bottom, was raised on the run, I won’t ever look back, all my scars turning numb

Police on me, run off like a rabbit, im gon eat it flush it, here you want it? Have it.
Flip the mattress, ion know what happened? "No your honor sorry, I got sober habits" 
Witchy lurkin, all these artist actin, I came out the dungeon, got my mamas baggage
Bring out the ghosts from his past, hold a grudge like a movie, I’m creepin all up in his attic

I got a gun, Lil forty gon run up, I’m charged like a battery bout all the static
I see his chain I’m gon grab it, I’m upping his budget, he broke like he pay me in taxes
Bitch try and play me, I nut on her face and I call up and tell all her exes she average
I got a Glock with a scope, put a shot through your throat, leave em coughing up heat like a dragon

(Hook)
8 legs, zombie walking, now I’m talkin with the crows
Cemetery, tip toeing, hoppin over bones
Forty feelin cold, no heart, see the hole
Tryna pick up all the pieces, pick the petal off the rose
Came from Betty Crocker, now I cook it on the stove
like that
40 out the bottom, kickin doors like that
Roof
I lay your teeth on the road, stomp it and take out your soul

8 legs, zombie walking, now I’m talkin with the crows
Cemetery, tip toeing, hoppin over bones
Forty feelin cold, no heart, see the hole
Tryna pick up all the pieces, pick the petal off the rose
Came from Betty Crocker, now I cook it on the stove
like that
40 out the bottom, kickin doors like that
Roof
I lay your teeth on the road, stomp it and take out your soul

Roof Roof

HOBGOBLIN (prod. GHXST x ³³marrow) (Video in Desc.)

New song with the homie @depthstrida
Like and repost if u fuck with the song
And listen to it on spotify for way better quality!

Lyrics:

Got a new blade
And it's made from fucking ebony
Cut your fucking throat pussy
I ain't got no empathy
My bitch is so bad
Blurred lines call her "Emily"
Bitch we go for headshots
Make that pussy look like Kennedy
Got a new blade
And it's made from fucking ebony
Cut your fucking throat pussy
I ain't got no empathy
My bitch is so bad
Blurred lines call her "Emily"
Bitch we go for headshots
Make that pussy look like Kennedy

Got that desert eagle bitch i'm fucking loaded
Pulling up with kaiser
All i see is bodys rolling
Swing the blade with exalt like a Ronin
Stun him from the back take the dogtags of opponents

It's the merc that just robbed the money out your purse
It's the same guy you knew  used to look like a nerd
Now I count on these racks leave a tip for the hurt
I just can't get enough and i know it's absurd
Never catch me lacking man
Play this shit too easy
Fuck I feel like i'm in tekken
Man I might pull up with that stick
And i'm not talking about arcades
Shady looking tech wear
You think that we in a weird state

Got a new blade
And it's made from fucking ebony
Cut your fucking throat pussy
I ain't got no empathy
My bitch is so bad
Blurred lines call her "Emily"
Bitch we go for headshots
Make that pussy look like Kennedy
Got a new blade
And it's made from fucking ebony
Cut your fucking throat pussy
I ain't got no empathy
My bitch is so bad
Blurred lines call her "Emily"
Bitch we go for headshots
Make that pussy look like Kennedy

Bitch don't hit my line if your not talking bout some big racks
Bitch I wear designer from japan ye thats a big flex
All these fucking people on my dick but I don't care bro
Steal your fucking bitch I think it's funny but he mad though
Bitch im on my way
In the bay
Ye we fuck him up
Test me I got blades
Everyday
Stack my money up
Pour it in my cup
And I sip
Till I pass out
Fucked up in my crib
And she licks
Till I pass out

Kiraw - No Empathy ft. Depth Strida | prod. Kaiser

Prod. Wendelstyzer, Maxokoolin
Follow @contracult

Bankroll (Prod. Wendelstyzer, Maxokoolin)

Flyboy (prod. Maxokoolin)

dedicated to my friends Daenin, Sui, and Jack
Prod. lilspook
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Lyric Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bfw_6Kwf1uo

15kxans (prod. lilspook)

PROD. PHARMACY
ARTWORK BY STITCHX-O
https://www.instagram.com/stitchx_o
https://www.instagram.com/pastelxos

It’s a revolution in our heads
Status and confusion till we’re dead
Now I’m going for the kill,
Gotta taste for thrill,
Roll your body down a hill, yeah

It’s a revolution in our heads
Status and confusion till we’re dead
If bullets and your love, could bring my end, I won’t care if I’m dreaming 

Baby tell me how it feels, 
Got no sex appeal,
Under my automobile 
Oh
Now I’m going for the kill,
Gotta taste for thrill,
Roll your body down a hill

It’s my own intoxication 
No exaggeration 
Got no motivation 
Now I’m drunk on the pavement 
High in the basement 
Fuck the population!

It’s a revolution in our heads
Status and confusion till we’re dead
If bullets and your love, could bring my end, I won’t care if I’m dreaming 

Baby tell me how it feels, 
Got no sex appeal,
Under my automobile 
Oh
Now I’m going for the kill,
Gotta taste for thrill,
Roll your body down a hill