Running on empty playlist

AMV by mayiium on IDLEGLANCE YT: https://youtu.be/6Pb46z8sPCk

skylarallen https://soundcloud.com/skylar_allen
Leo IV https://soundcloud.com/leoivmusic
maxtaylor https://soundcloud.com/maxltaylor

Lyrics

So you feeling all crazy
Blood drips down on the grey street
Kick push weed in the baggie
Smoke in my lungs see my world fucking burning

All black fit
Creepin with the matches
Liquor wit a fat lip
Bitch you ain’t about this

Fuck around and catch me wit the homies we gun patch it
Taggin every city I be in you fucking lacking

Would’ve could’ve
Shut the fuck up you done bitch

Actions speak louder than words cut your fuck shit

Pussy boy I know that you fucking wanting
Something from me but I’m giving you nothing

I’m on that low ima break it
Threw out the oxy but liquor be craving
What the fuck am I to do when I’m caving
Racing to hell and the devil be chasing

Too late, to runaway now
Been tryna talk in this room but it’s too loud
I been all alone with the lights down
Telling me I should go don’t stay around
So take a breath
Just like it’s nothing
Always get a rush from pushing all of my buttons
Fuck it I don’t love em they act so different in public
But they never really say what’s real
Naw

One foot forward
Getting warmer
Hell be hot, I’ve crossed the border

Got disorders
Cutting corners
Bitch I be my own transporter

Always wanna talk swear they never being silent
Twenty three years like I really put some time in
Imma take a plane and put it into autopilot
Fly up in your city and we giving you the knowledge
But never speak on what you don’t know
I won’t go talk slow cause I’m tryna roll
All alone in the zone with my blinds closed
Fuck everybody who was saying that it’s over no

I’m on that low ima break it
Threw out the oxy but liquor be craving
What the fuck am I to do when I’m caving
Racing to hell and the devil be chasing

All black fit
Creepin with the matches
Liquor wit a fat lip
Bitch you ain’t about this

Fuck around and catch me wit the homies we gun patch it
Taggin every city I be in you fucking lacking

Would’ve could’ve
Shut the fuck up you done bitch

Actions speak louder than words cut your fuck shit

Pussy boy I know that you fucking wanting
Something from me but I’m giving you nothing

One foot forward
Getting warmer
Hell be hot, I’ve crossed the border

Got disorders
Cutting corners
Bitch I be my own transporter

Let me tell you why I’m paranoid
Promise I ain’t ever had a choice
Addictions offer me so much noise
Not a regular boy, baby I’m a bad one
Cocaine on the scale like I’m weighing out my options
Mixing with the toxins
Too much with the talking
See me when you walked in
Yeah the devil at the door knocking


I’m on that low ima break it
Threw out the oxy but liquor be craving
What the fuck am I to do when I’m caving
Racing to hell and the devil be chasing

All black fit
Creepin with the matches
Liquor wit a fat lip
Bitch you ain’t about this

Fuck around and catch me wit the homies we gun patch it
Taggin every city I be in you fucking lacking

Would’ve could’ve
Shut the fuck up you done bitch

Actions speak louder than words cut your fuck shit

Pussy boy I know that you fucking wanting
Something from me but I’m giving you nothing

So you feeling all crazy
Blood drips down on the grey street
Kick push weed in the baggie
Smoke in my lungs see my world fucking burning

Genesis

⸸ spotify / apple ⸸

Genesis w/ skylarallen & Leo IV (maxtaylor)

Running Around In Circles (Prod. delusionvll)

BURGOS X RAZEGOD - WANT IT ALL

prod https://soundcloud.com/crclxx

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=og6SoPWepP0

lyrics

Mind got me crippled
I got myself in a pickle
Yuh

Shouldn't have took triple
I'm way too past all the giggles
Fuck

Dime bags and henny
I'm scraping nickels and penny's
Rough

Banned from my Denny's
Cuz I got fucked up and messy
Ha

Man down a manic spasm head in the gutter
I ain't know how the fuck I made it this far with a putter
I aint built to fucking deal with all these people that follow
And know I love you but these socials interaction get harder

Know I gotta lay low
Smoke dope

Stuck in this shitty fucking circle got me broke

Mentally and physically be trapped I need a rope
God knows what the fuck I gotta do to find a roach

Living in the basement
Cuz I'm broke
6 figure jobs man I gave em up for hope

Chasing fucking dreams
Man I'm disappointing folks
So I'm sorry mom and dad if I ain't do this would've jumped

Mind got me crippled
I got myself in a pickle
Yuh

Shouldn't have took triple
I'm way too past all the giggles
Fuck

Dime bags and henny
I'm scraping nickels and penny's
Rough

Banned from my Denny's
Cuz I got fucked up and messy
Ha

Lost in a haze
They tryna talk with me
Know I got a lot in me
Sit down and just rock with me

Lost in a gaze
I'm in the sauce baby
Drowning I ain't stop shaking
Legs be weighing lots lately

Counting the days
That I got baby
Every ugly thought aching
Don't know when I stop waking

Frown on my face
Cuz I ain't
Where I know I wanna be lately
Gave it up to dream my fate

Gaslit Dreams

⸸ spotify ⸸

Gaslit Dreams (CRCL) [Music Video ↓]

Prod. Sixthells

I don’t know why you waiting
I don’t know why you waited away

I swear to god I can’t relate to what they say or what they do
Pockets full of fucking money when I walk inside the room
They just tell me
why you scared hoe
What you got to lose
Keep on pushing ‘til you dead cold
Don’t act a fucking fool

I swear the nights are getting cold
Feel the ice touch on my soul
I been frozen for some weeks
I can’t move I can’t sleep
Stop the time
Let’s rewind
I been feening for a while
Can we just go back and die

I don’t know why you waiting
I don’t know why you waited away
I don’t know why you waiting
I don’t know why you waited away

Snow Crows

snow crows

Prod. Sixthells & mossback
https://soundcloud.com/slothboipapi

SIXTHELLS x $LOTHBOI - PAYLOAD

Melodic

Desires w/ Smrtdeath (Prod. Reaper)

been busy, sorry for the wait

FT
https://soundcloud.com/twentythree777
PROD
https://soundcloud.com/idstayawaytoo

FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN FT TWENTYTHREE // (PROD. IDSTAYAWAYTOO)

MVKO 

Man down,
Choppa clean you up like sham-wow
Hellhounds,
Hungry pits inside the dog pound
12 rounds,
Stand inside the ring get knocked out,
Big mouths,
Talkin all that shit you ain't bout

Smokin on that loud it shake the windows call it sonic boom,
Open up the pit we get to swingin watch us clear the room,
Dr doom blinded from the sunlight walkin out my tomb
Fuck you bitin motha fuckas leave you sweeped dont need a broom,
Lack of oxygen I dont breathe I dont need that,
Thinkin that you hard until we pull up change yo mindset
Im steady smokin pounds while you struggle for a dime bag,
Hollow point sent through your head for free dont need a price tag,
If lifes a game of chance I'll press my luck never gonna fold,
Eyes rolled back I saw my rest until the knife cuts through my bone,
I'm a soul of Roanoke meet my gaze and turn to stone,
Ghost with a cut throat watch the blood run down your walls,

X2
No russian I'm in the lobby wit a pump bitch,
All I needs one shot catch a body when that slug hits,
No I never heard of yuh its 1v1 on terminal, 
Intervention quick scope your fate is irreversible 

JMATTSON 

Breaking down some bud bitch we out the mud count it up 
Not too many motherfuckers that I’m down to trust loud as fuck 
When we walk in you can smell us looking flyer than propellers 
There ain’t shit that you could tell us little bitch 
Run it up run it up 
Most these rappers dumb as fuck
double h m you bitch we bout this shit we steady coming up 
What the fuck what the fuck 
Excellent we nothing but 
You gone pass the blunt or what 
These Haters we gon fuck em up hoe
All these motherfuckers on some weak you shit you got me fucked up if you think that I ain’t peep it how come all the sudden everyone a bunch of leaches ran off with my style I got more you can keep it bitch 
You know what the fuck it is
8 grams in the wood you be smoking on them twigs 
Never smoking mid got gelato in the spliff that’s your girl tell me why the fuck she all up on my dick

WITCHOUSE 40K

Fall back/
Suck a dick, lil pussy boy
You ain’t got a .40, takin selfies with a toy, hoe/
Nerf gun thug bro, I destroy his ego, I feast on yo kinfolk like they were a meal/
I just copped a deagle, my sight on yo hero/
I’m digging up graves and they calling me zero/
I look like a rot, boy you act like a beagle/
Your life is so fake like you working at regal/
Pullin up hit with an uzi, knockin em out like I’m selling him roofies/
I just got blood on my soobies/
Red bottom walking I’m walkin on rubies/
She saying use me, drape me in Louis, I ain’t a noobie suckin that dick/
Takin a groupie, making her boujee, now I got Lucy all on my dick/
Turning your ass into ash like a pyro, hollowtips fire breathing call em spyro/
Fuckin a bitch in the back, aye/
Fuckin a bitch for the bag, aye/
Hittin a lick and I’m calling it quites, and I’m cutting a brick that I stash in the whip/
Indica zip hit me up for the ick and I’m fuckin yo butch with my dick in her ribs/
Poppin out, bitch I walk it out while you on your couch/
Smoke em out, bitch I’m rolling pounds, only rolling loud/
Bulletproof, but they fall in down, feed em to the crowd/
Hellhounds running through your town, no ain’t no bodies found/
Blech

Running Around In Circles (Prod. delusionvll)

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