red bottom w subxrb {999ines}

told you love me, then switched like the seasons; now i don't care bout your problems /:

don't care bout your problems

prod icecovex

lyrics
big drac king kong
if your getting geeked then please sing along yeah
ladies this is your song
momma told be never be a victim stay strong 
say i wouldn’t be shit well oh you thought wrong 
bitch im to damn high
if u getting geeked then put your hands to the sky oh
if u tryna buy then im your guy
baby take this pill relax and dont cry oh

got the bass booming through your speaker
my name whaaa baby hi nice to meet ya
ik how to mix them drugs i can teach ya
plus i smoke more weed then wiz khalifa
i was fucked up thinking i need ya
keyed your car
cutting up speeding to the bar
ik i fucked up but u went to far

riding dirty do not give a fuck
posted on the block and i got slime in the cut
qb in the huddle down sike hut
when i seen u with him that shit hurt my gut
deep in my gut
she failed the test oh
god i should’ve never tested her
cocaine stains on my t shirt
i been eating good since i got payed that my teeth hurt
sucking dick is not gonna change ya life boy do your knees hurt
i am not the one to be trying bitch do your research

ou i think im gonna keep her
but ion trust her gotta test her like a teacher yuh
throw your mf cs up 
and if your slime throw your mf bs up yuh 
slime lets get mf teed up yuh
i rather do drugs then cry
im too goddamn high
if u getting geeked then out your hands to the sky



Hands To The Sky

over now

alone (intro)

prodthrax

lyrics

bitch im carving at ya throat
carving at c-c-carve
carving at ya throat
carving at c-c-carve
bitch im carving at ya throat
carving at your throat

keep sucking that dick u might choke
bitch wock got me floating like boat
everything off of the dome little bitch swear to god none of these lyrics i wrote
tote 23 like a goat
Champagne showers
in love witcha body we can fuck for hours
claiming im ya brudda would u die about me hey
fuck on bad hoes that live on the other side of the bay
next day same thing
monday to sunday
teaking on them drugs makes everyday a saturday 

remember when u left i damn near loss my mind
called your phone x button declined 
said u wouldn’t leave a thousand times
had a talk with Jesus everything will be fine
feelings in this cup yeah bitch i pour it up
i give to many fucks to give a flying fuck
one shot not enough i need a double cup
aks dracos macs u dont want no war with us

At Your Throat

#scfirst #midwestemo

it’s over now 🖤

my brain is flooded with these thoughts

swerve.wav (prod.16kibo)

If you've ever felt like a ghost in a getaway car...

★ Raw • Haunting • Cathartic ★

Dive into a ghost story where pop-punk’s confessional rage meets hauntcore’s eerie intimacy. This acoustic-driven track wraps desperate highway imagery ("headlights, red lights, sirens bright") in stripped back guitar rawness, capturing the exhaustion of outrunning your own shadow.

Key themes:

☠️ Self haunting (“I’m my own worst memory”)

🚗 Escapism’s dead ends (“Can’t outrun myself in either lane”)

⚰️ Resignation (“Dig myself into a little plot of grass”)

Lyrics:

I distanced myself to see what would stay near
Admittedly I don't see much, all too clear
Head lights, red lights, and sirens bright at the rear
But the subject in the mirror is much closer than it appears

And I see it now, the ghost I tried to leave
Following me down these empty streets
I believe it now, like you used to say
I'm my own worst memory

Windows down, July rain as cold as your glare
Heavy is the head, cold wind, silence in the air
Better left unsaid, can't speak what's not here
Never tried my best, couldn't make myself seem to care

But every mile I drive is a roadside flare
Double parked going sixty, lighting a cigarette, texting "I'm almost there"
Can’t outrun myself, in either lane, always left, right, disappear
Wind blows tumble weeds down a familiar road of tears

And I see it now, the ghost I tried to leave
Following me down these empty streets
I believe it now, like you used to say
I'm my own worst memory

Am I running from the past or chasing what’s ahead?
These sirens behind me can’t drown what’s in my dread
The lights are getting closer, fear is getting clear
Is it a dead end ahead or highway deer

Rearview conversations I never will outpace
Every mile marker takes a turn to make their case
Tires drift the shoulder, rubber stays in place
Fell asleep at the wheel trying to erase

And I see it now, where I was supposed to be
Spent to much time at lights in disbelief
I believe you now, I just don't trust the memory
Cause you can't get that far with a tank on E

I missed my turn a while back
Think I'll park in the shade
Dig myself into a little plot of grass
I tire of taking winding paths too fast, too fast

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Flat

prod. Qciqa & Clovdstation

i been on them drugs cuz i want to
and baby i'm down to do anything you want to
i probably got another month left ima keep it real, ima spend it like a mf baller
livin like i couldnt give a fuck about a dollar cuz i been spending checks like the second that i gotta
and he livid cuz i fuck up on his bitch but she a model
and i love fucking models, live like it's the motto
gun up on my hip up in the whip like the sopranos
i don't give a fuck cuz it don't matter when i'm gone so
i just brush it off, brush it off then it's donezo
bad hoe like a model and she tryna take a photo
told her we can fuck in the hotel or the 4 door
put the bitch in park and i can show u how it go down
she like mar u live 2 fast need 2 slow down
live way 2 fast need 2 slow down

ima hit a new city, ima hit a new bitch, ima spend my money like i'm dying tomorrow
i just met your boyfriend, i think he a loser, idk why you wit him you drowning in sorrow
friends show no love show no love so the drugs keep me company i'm drowning in sorrow
everybody lie lie lie lie lie i don't think that i'm surrounded by anybody honest
my old hoes almost made me bleed but it wasnt they fault i really respect them
pretty new hoe so pretty to me, i had to tell her that i really liked her septum
she taking the drugs in my bag to inspect them
gun up on my lap and i could freak out any second
hit her from the back said she'll finish like any second
and she better cuz i'm needing to move on with the second one

i think everybody lie lie lie lie lie
and i feel like there isnt anybody honest
living like i couldnt give a fuck about a dollar
cuz i been spending checks like the second that i gotta

and i love fucking models, live like it's the motto

i been on them drugs cuz i want to
and baby i'm down to do anything you want to
i probably got another month left ima keep it real, ima spend it like a mf baller
livin like i couldnt give a fuck about a dollar cuz i been spending checks like the second that i gotta
and he livid cuz i fuck up on his bitch but she a model
and i love fucking models, live like it's the motto
gun up on my hip up in the whip like the sopranos
i don't give a fuck cuz it don't matter when i'm gone so
i just brush it off, brush it off then it's donezo
bad hoe like a model and she tryna take a photo
told her we can fuck in the hotel or the 4 door
put the bitch in park and i can show u how it go down
she like mar u live 2 fast need 2 slow down
live way 2 fast need 2 slow down

the motto

mix - @imnotvrycreative

shooting shot like thats a free throw
do not talk to me
i hit ur bro like d rose
when i catch him in his city
send him (john) cena
do not talk to me 
she tell me its a scene uh
20k upon the car imma crash this
match the ricky with the margiela
match this.
uh uh
man that bitch she like a matchstick
hot headed bad bitch got the cannabis

new money 
shawty wanna talk to me
i told that bitch thats 2 funny
no lean in my cup
no i don't rep up on no trues buddy
trues buddy man lets check the news buddy
steppin with my soliders
hit the jump like i was lieu buddy

drugs in the mail 
now im feeling international
she be on by body feeling like im fashionable
i dont even care boy i want it all
boy i motherfuckin told u 
ion wanna brawl.

shooting shot like a free throw
do not talk to me
i hit ur bro like d rose
when i catch him in his city
send him (john) cena
do not talk to me 
she tell me its a scene uh
20k upon the car imma crash this
match the ricky with the margiela
match this.
uh uh
man that bitch she like a matchstick
hot headed bad bitch got the cannabis

my brain is flooded with these thoughts

perxce.