Mellow Mood

Alter Ego

in your feels jams

poking music

ｄｉｇｉｔａｌ ｆｏｇ

rushed, threw this together in 3 and a bit hrs. apologies for the poorly mixed everything and the absurd amount of reverb LOL i was over it

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The Golden Age

Production & Vocals By ℒund 
Song Title - Weep
Lyrics
____________
two slit wrists
with a scythe
to fucked up 
had to leave this life
(x2)

its no joke 
to low
i can’t cope
smoke dope
for the pain
1 glock 1 shot
point it straight 
at my brain
do not resuscitate 
told u dont hesitate 
i put a end to 
the voice in my head
nobody ever listen
what i said

i don’t really fuck with the rest 
young kid flex
put the blade to ya neck
1 more step bitch
you loose your head
no one remember 
the shit that u did

bury bodies
stack em 4-wide   
why they bitch busy 
hit my phone line
i been getting money 
off my own time
you should stop biting 
and stick with 
your own rhymes

shorty you looking so thick
baby come grind on this dick
let me take u back to my hotel
lay u down fuck u good 
till that pussy swell

i made myself what i am
i turned myself into the man
i made this dough in my hand
but still you don’t understand
dont understand

it takes
dedication & some discipline 
talent, drugs and experience
but tbh living life I’m sick of it
even if moneys still coming in
even tho people still bump my shit
fuck the world
death sound luxurious    
look in my eyes
if you don’t think I’m serious
thats why…

Weep

Thank you all so much for 40k we in this bitch

Addict
Vocals & Production By ℒund

Lyrics

kush up on my clothes
whiskey on my breath
my only prayer to god
is to ask for death
i still smell your perfume 
like u never left
missin late nights
u leaving hickeys on my neck

empty bottle 
numbing all the pain
wake up in the morning 
circumstance is still the same
I’m having trouble trying maintain 
sanity inside my damn brain
fuck a bitch and then i get paid
they wonder why I’m so lonely

they wonder why I’m so lonely 
wonder why I’m so cold
cause ion need no help
bitch i do it all on my own
doing numbers you’ll never see
this aint no hobby its a part of me

see theirs a lot of snakes 
that going slither through the game
try and take advantage of your lil bit of fame
thats why i don’t work 
unless I’m mother fucking paid
young kid with some intuition 
listen what i say

they told me i could never be 
everything that i am now
all i got is room to grow
cause theres no more breaking me down
been at the bottom to long 
harbor emotion 2 put it in songs
you think you know me
you got it all wrong

The Golden Age

Beck