Afghani

Street Boof

Cherry Pit

Garden of Friends

prod. by SOLSA (@sol-filshie)

irony is thicc

Serotonin, dopamine
I’m not fine, I'm coping
Rx bandages only do so much for a broke machine
Mr. Feel-Nothing
Icarus on codeine
Sobered up still dopey but I will just call it moping

Sobered up for small me
Ended up with more pills accumulating not knowing
Don't act like you check on me when you have never called me
I can't help but feel like I'm falling have I ever recovered hardly

Mommy wanted munch hausen
Look at this monster
What do you expect try to make an imposter
Lying in a Benz one day
Claiming you would run away
I don’t believe in god today
Got no plans ever in your namesake

Take your pills bitch
Stop with the little threats
Or your little thrill itch
Wanting attention for all the little shit

Guess you hit my kill switch
I guess I kicked my pill itch
Now I got the pill scripts
A big list of illness

Lay down the blade and pick up your phone
Ignoring the help so you can feel you’re alone
You can cut so deep, and you can cut to the bone
But out you will bleed a memory etched in a stone

Or a just thin wisp of smoke
Charred bone in a stoke
Weak to the smallest of pokes
Piled where the ash broke

Just encased in an urn
Never said I did learn
How the tides they can turn
And now the fate it will burn

Burn

burn

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You take my blood, I’ll take it back
I'll slit your throat break your neck
I’ll double tap and then I jet
My bullets make up what I lack

I smoke a sack, panic attack
My head hurts so much I lost track
I can’t go back, I lack the mack
I slink off to die like a cat

Golden boy, with a bad choice
I want him so I can raise him well
You haven’t done a good job yet
But you think I lack the will

I’ll show you just when he’s a king and you’ve locked away shammed in grey
It comes to me as no surprise you don’t listen to what I say

You thinking this, you thinking that, but not what you should tend
You think I’m this and then I snap, there’s only so far I’ll bend
Who do you think’s behind the mask I can’t ever seem to shed
You think I’ll fault when turn back but I’d rather just be dead

So much on my arm makes my wrist so thick
Chain so thick, hang a grown man neck
My loud make your boy spend his whole damn check
You ask too many questions like you're Alex Trebek

Double jeopardy, yeah you won't catch me
I'm super serial, secret killing in the scene
About investing money to monopolize my green
Cos my green making green, making blue stack by my feet

Scopolamine spoken with the devils breath
Down in the desert where they hooked on meth
I used to push em pills for but never for the cred
Ditch all my friends left and right for the bread

Oh no, oh no see me take flight
Out of sight, out of mind, high as a kite
I’m not the counselor for your plight
Suicidal thinking until I sleep at night

You thinking this, you thinking that, but not what you should tend
You think I’m this and then I snap, there’s only so far I’ll bend
Who do you think’s behind the mask I can’t ever seem to shed
You think I’ll fault when turn back but I’d rather just be dead

skritt

SKRITT

prod. by regreting

I’m a Barbie boy in a Barbie world
Their pressin pills with poison
And they’re trynna hurt the girls

The world’s made of plastic, and moreso every day
A smile so fake, it makes cheeks ache, but I’m just about to break

The pills I take I know they make it easier to take a break
But it’ll make my thoughts go blank when I’m out about a shot to take

I’m sorry all, but not to god, that shit a fucking joke
My thoughts are on all the words I probably never spoke and

I’m broken and smoking, I’m coping, not open
I’m moping and hoping the scoping ain’t broken
Blood soakin awoken like cocaine

Keep you on your toes, crooked like a broken nose
Crooked like some crows squawking on the darkened path I chose

No friends, no Benz, mo meds,
Please don’t call me
I wish I were hot yeah but you can just call me balmy
Not time for lies or all of the run around
I came, I saw, and I’m hiding back in my hometown

Watch me blowing smoke and drinking Fiji water
Dressed to kill and they say that I’ve got the looks to slaughter
They're thinking they’re the city, they're thinking that they’re Dahmer
But I have more than two-faces and no time for the drama

I’m a Barbie boy in a Barbie world
Their pressin pills with poison
And they’re trynna hurt the girls

The world’s made of plastic, and moreso every day
A smile so fake, it makes cheeks ache, but I’m just about to break

Watch me blowing smoke and drinking Fiji water
Dressed to kill and they say that I’ve got the looks to slaughter
They're thinking they’re the city, they're thinking that they’re Dahmer
But I have more than two-faces and no time for the drama

Bang bang get it get it
Twisted metal baby’s breath
Oops, I did it did it
And I look and feel like death

Fast cars, new clothes, silk tie, bloody nose
New scars, new prose, deep sigh, always ghost

Don’t call, don’t fall, yeah, no Rolex watch
Carpark cold call smooth like butter scotch
Haze breeze, out the hatch, smokey and the moon is gone
Can’t keep my cool, when my mind is racing autobahn

No friends, no Benz, mo meds,
Please don’t call me
I wish I were all it but you know that I am hardly

Keep you on your toes, crooked like a broken nose
Crooked like some crows squawking on the darkened path I chose

I’m a Barbie boy in a Barbie world
Their pressin pills with poison
And they’re trynna hurt the girls

The world’s made of plastic, and moreso every day
A smile so fake, it makes cheeks ache, but I’m just about to break

Barbie Boy

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Bury my face in the wild rose bush
Laying in bed smoking on pink kush
And I just took my meds and I know I’m no good
I don’t remember much, and I barely understood

Wild rose see my limbs they’re poking
Everyone knows deep down I’m broken
For all the times that I had misspoken
For all the cries that I had while smoking

No, nah, nah
Don’t call me now
I don’t want to talk anyhow

I’m coughing up until I sweat my brow
I’m awful
Funny you don’t care till now

I’ve got wild rose so I’m good
Keep a smile while I'm picturing her too
She know that my brain way too full
And I've yet to find a way to keep my cool

Some know me split based on mood
No split personality, manic episode
Petal on petal but I stand up tall
Keep nails red when I'm bout to fall

It's ten PM, do you know where we are
Up to no good in the back of a car
Speedin and kickin up dust on the tar
Howlin all the way like we Roseanne Carr

S’all good man but is it so
Back in the day in street lamp glow
Back when I felt I couldn’t feel no more
Back when I felt no one should know

I just want to die and struggle to go on

wild rose

prod. by SOLSA

Attention all units, I think we got a jumper
Maybe it’s a shooter or maybe it’s just a cutter
Check his arms, bleeding out underneath the palm trees
It’s all calm, no more harm, he fall off like called bees

See me stinging licks, dirty from my hair down to my kicks
Wake up sick, and go to bed sick
Probably from reppin the sick successor

Catch me picking up sticks
Stab you in the neck and a thank u next
Rap game dreamer, ya Stevie Nicks
More Nick Cave, I'm kicking against pricks

On a trust no one grind
Always too much on my mind
Lyin sayin that I’m fine
Mind a prison, doing time

Kill me off, put me out of my misery
Not from my loved ones, just from my history

Pull up on me like my bro, we’ll have a knife fight
Boy I’m so electric you can call me Benjy key kite
Fisty cuffs, can’t feel shit, I just want you to go goodnight
Punch you in the temple and snuff out all of your mood light

Help me please, help me breathe, help me please die
I know you don't want me to leave, don't wanna say good bye
But my time has run on too long, I gave it my best try
I wish all my best efforts weren't followed by a let down sigh

tracfone

Blade

My face hurt
I use to slump myself over this shit
I could kill you
Ask my girl, aim a chopper at my head

I say fuck it
I don’t want to do this make me dead
I sound fucked up
But only trynna fuck her up in bed

Hit me in the face with that loud pack shit
I entered in the race with that loud mouth shit
Daddy said don't let mouth get you in
Something your ass couldn't ever handle in the end

Break a nose with a twist of the wrist yeah
Break a jaw with an uppercut fist yeah
Punch em in the temple until their eyesight bends
Stop myself before I make em see dead friends

Poppin pillies for the sillies, yeah I mean face pain and when I get my energy I'm banging like my name bane
She my poison ivy venom or my main thang when we goin dummy it seems to help balance my brain

Hitting a new level, a new gear, and a new vice
Banking me 100 like I knew how to shoot dice
Holy molar fuck all of this pain in my head
I know it's just a tooth on top of existential dread

My face hurt
Cmere baby pack and pass the med
My eyes roll
It's the smoke no dope up in this den

I say fuck it
And I always wish that I'm dead
I know it's fucked up
But just draw a target on my head

Novacaine

Jugga

Mistuh Knife

Medusa - Blues Clues

Livin large
With only quarter of a charge
Livin like Marge
And tell em I sent you for the scars

Look at the barge
You talkin bout boats and luxury cars
I’m out for carnage
And trynna to die among the stars

Catch me on mars with the hammer
Target on my head like Manhattan
Neck flooded like Sandy Staten
Wrist empty cos I wanna be a phantom

Catch me all ghastly smokin on gas but I keep it all classy
Strike your ass like a pipebomb to the chassis
Make moves like Drake after Degrassi

Posi-negative, pseudo-hope
Trynna keep calm and composed
Lied to too long and trynna cope 
My best friend far gone, decomposed

Got mi gato, mi amor, empty pockets, more in store
Rotted to the core, my existence a what for

13th floor when I'm feeling trippy
Energized and my style drippy
Wipe your nose when pockets sticky
Make you know when we got the blicky

Fingers blue, and red, and green
Dependin on the currency 
Play with it like monopoly
Cut throat mobshit New Jersey

Livin large
With only quarter of a charge
Livin like Marge
And tell them I sent you for the scars

Empire fall
Like a dumpster fallin hittin cars
Catch me in Novac
In a rex mouth takin shots from afar

Cap, cap, cap, what you even know about that
I can see your bullshit from even where I sat
Hidin in the shadows but not blind like a bat
But I will take a louisville and give your head a little pat

Not runnin, you can break my bones
Outrun bullets like you Usain Bolt
So much water like we dug a mote
And drown you like a gator on your dad's polo

Talk too much, don't have the time
6 dollar minute, a second a dime
This is a why on white collar crime
Want your lemons cos I got limes

Livin large
With only quarter of a charge
Livin like Marge
And tell em I sent you for the scars

Look at the barge
You talkin bout boats and luxury cars
I’m out for carnage
And trynna to die among the stars

Catch me on mars with the hammer
Target on my head like Manhattan
Neck flooded like Sandy Staten
Wrist empty cos I wanna be a phantom

Catch me all ghastly smokin on gas but I keep it all classy
Strike your ass like a pipebomb to the chassis
Make moves like Drake after Degrassi

boone

hari kari in a rari speeding down the interstate 
and crash head on while wearin carti straight into a barricade
and I am sorry please no wary for the choices that I've made
and I don't care well only partly I got bae and bed to lay

poundcake, poundcake
feel it when I see it when I grip it bare
and I don't share this is mine Bundy bites
and I will beat it rare
and legs on shoulders hands on thigh, you know why I tied back my hair
and she says that I only showered and I say that I do not care

lickin my lips whether they are yours or mine
I take my time, what is your sign, I will make the stars align
shorty fine like the wine from the sweetest grapes to find on a vine
running laps in my mind
make my dummy boy eyes shine

you know I cry when you hold out cos that shit blow my mind
I put in time, I wine and dine, and then I beg for sixty-nine

it's just I am the kind, your wrists I bind, my dick it climbs
no ball gag, cos I don't fuck mimes, I need to hear my slips inside
if I want to gag you blind I'll just take what's mine and slide beside
your tonsils as I reach inside
might mark it up just to remind you that you're mine ... fuck

hari kari in a rari speeding down the interstate
and crash head on while wearin carti straight into a barricade
and I am sorry please no wary for the choices that I've made
and I don't care well only partly I got bae and bed to lay

poundcake, poundcake
feel it when I see it when I grip it bare
and I don't share I eat ass in a trance like angels stole my stare
and legs on shoulders hands on thigh, you know that I will beat it rare
and she says that it's chill and fine if I go ahard and cum in her

wet emoji (prod. by honja ヘンタイ)

gum drop ft. astromane

QUARANTINO

Remember those Burger King watches and sour apple dipping sauce??

prod. by @yapuzi

lyrics:

See the spooklights that are hidden on hill
See my headlights and the glint of my wheels
See me on hype like a flint to the steel
See me at a mic that knock your bitch off her heels

Call me Black Phil and I'll blow out your brain
Liked to call me psycho just to feel insane
Tried to stay steady and in my own lane
Brought a steel bat to hear the bitch sing

Rugrats Rolex and it broke my wrist yeah
Reptar emeralds on yellow gold kiss m'am
Cynthia gold but you know that is Suisse damn
Truth be told these are things I wish man

Call up my trauma and its just to see
If the bitch died better them than me
Laughing at em until the day they see
They were the real problem and the cherub was me

Plunge a knife deep down in your chest ya
In the suburbs but you won't be missed ya
Florida crime scene in the desert bliss ya
Wiley coyote as I bloody up my fist ya

Yo mama a bitch and she ain't missed man
Neither are you or my mama you hit man
Come around me and you're bound to meet the hitman
All the hollow points out my 12 shot clip man

See the spooklights that are hidden on hill
See my headlights and the glint of my wheels
See me on the hype like a flint to the steel
See me and my might cos I got some skills

See me how I write and it ain't about the pills
See me in the photos that well up the feel
See me fake drown like I ain’t got gills
My girl grabs my hair to bring me back real

Lil RoseGold (𝕷𝖎𝖑 𝕽𝖔𝖘𝖊𝕲𝖔𝖑𝖉)

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