Sektorjazza  Red Crystal Castles

produced by me

lyrics: 

(we talk about this, we talk about that, we talk about things i should've said, we talk about debt, we talk about life, you talk about me, i talk about racks, i talk about plans, i talk about things i shouldn't have said)

i need to lift, the left side of my head
i'm still tryna make sense, of everything that they said
and the worst part about it
is that it's starting to click

when we get older the pressure get greater
i'm not gonna do it right now if it's something that i could do later
and that's my problem
stuck at the bottom

i work so hard but don't feel any greater
i like to talk about life but life do not like the way i portray her
and that's my problem
i tried to warn them

(imma tell a lie right now like)

shoot at anybody i look at and see, i just bough a cruise now i'm overseas
that boy still my son, pay respect to me,  don't need no tutorial i do it with ease
i don't need an eight, bitch i need the tree, i just sparked it up so it's hard to breathe
if they did you bad, don't get mad at me, heard he getting mad cause his pockets E

and i lie... until it comes true and, maybe that's the reason i'm not mad you
i try every time but it's... always the same, 
if i did it right then i still end up picking up the blame

had to cut him off because he did some shit that i don't claim
now that tryna turn around and tell me that i'm fucking fake
tried to get help but then they said that i should meditate
that bullshit doesn't work for me what works is getting paid

hop up off the bed i pop
fuck the breakfast, i want rocks
bitch if i paid i'll cop
i'm friends with felons can't get caught
bet you never heard of me
i walk in and start a scene
act, bitch we sipping pink
packed, but we still jumped in

and i tried i tried i tried
i'm not good with wasting time
most good times come in disguise
but fuck it, i'll say it fine

and we talk about this, we talk about that, we talk about things i should've said, we talk about death, we talk about life, can't

rude

SAUCE IT UP

requiem

Mortal

sisifo

Tommy Wright III - Die Nigga Die

sometimes i catch myself thinking about slitting my wrist and neck open and leaving everything behind

in da club forever

realfriends

sometimes i catch myself thinking about slitting my wrist and neck open and leaving everything behind

kreb

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