vid link
https://youtu.be/lkzFpRq1JKg?si=q42kSYN4zcBEOrtE

oyster card crushing rock in the bathroom
make me clean, make me pure, make me brand new 
bathe in my blood in the tub til it soak thru
carved all my bones into toys, i made em so cute 
oyster card crushing rock in the bathroom
im so fragile like a baby, hold me close to you
i keep doing shit i know i shouldn’t do
over and over, and over and over

keep me zip tied, chained up
i’m like a dog can i worship you like Krishna
stomp me out twice, cut my signal
why won’t you push me outside, i’m just like samsa 

i’ve grown impassive to life now i’m an insect
yeah im a cockroach stomp down, leave me dead
i hope the flowers bloom and grow out the holes in my head 
i hope i never make it back from the pit in my bed 

i do whatever they say on the tv
do you hear the hymns when you’re dreaming
do you have your remote come control me 
i do whatever they say on the tv

oyster card crushing rock in the bathroom
make me clean, make me pure, make me brand new 
bathe in my blood in the tub til it soak thru
carved all my bones into toys, i made em so cute 
oyster card crushing rock in the bathroom
im so fragile like a baby, hold me close to you
i keep doing shit i know i shouldn’t do
over and over, and over and over

PUTIN STOP… now. | prod. jayysoul x alfiesnapped

I’m scared I’ll wanna do what I never wanted to
Then I’ll be glued to you

What’s the difference
Different point of view
What’s the kidding
If you never even knew
What’s the pointing
If it’s all out hand
I took the money that I wanted
played with the band

Who is that in the room, what's that noise?
Is it coming after me or you?

Huge Rose Dragon (w/ i.v.)

24clips vol16 - 運命 w toofly x c4

Terms

Six Paths Of Pain (EP mix) @summer14 x @Victoria

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"track 2" off VANITY, forthcoming debut solo tape brought to you by stolen time

thanks for listening

happy new year <3

Vanity

Track 2

put him in the dirt and its red like brazil
i cant really sing but its my dream since a kid
im not from mongolia but im tryna have 20 kids
i know your location like the island with the birds
i come from an island but im tryna get out
im tryna meet my friends give a fuck about the clout
yeah im with eli yeah im the crow
we got plenty songs up in the cloud
im tryna meet god edge ur guess in the clouds
im just tryna live but this shit is not allowed
havent seen her since she got lost in the crowd
its chill tho why would i talk down
talk too much shut his mouth off with tape like ghana
im at buba eating jollof from gambia
i can see they jealous, mufasa
they turn green like matcha
another 5k, how u gonna match up?
2sick must be a furnace hear the beat that he baked up 
shout out bladee, missing person, off the maps like beijing
and i guess this feeling is just part of the journey
im in italy like Giorno
but im tryna get deported
sta gente non la sopporto
they say the faithful get rewarded
where the fuck is my reward?
okay give a fuck i keep goin
i dont need that shit im just tryna feel glory
they say u should never step foot in gary
im kinda tryna go to gary
i was on my last legs crawling on the ground like gary
i cant lie i was stressing
trust your guts i cant stress it
quit sipping your gut is stretching
bro i dont wanna see your belly
i dont wanna see her ever
anti work i dont wanna work ever
thats why i work hard daily
to finally be lazy
i cant see shit im too scared of lasik
need friends, cant connect if theyre basic
i cant really touch bases
blue print yeah we covered all bases
i cant lie sometimes shit gets scary
i cant lie sometimes i get carried (awayy)
red houses, norway
why would i betray? im with my best mates
i can never run out of words they should pay me to write essays

geoguessr 2 (2sick)

smart guy prod rek

Time to pick them off one by one...

LYRICS:

[intro]
[instrumental solo]

[verse]
Hey, you and me
we ain't the same thing
I'm running on rooftops
your running with a team.

As I jump down
wipe down,
cleaning up the streets
sweeping kick,
put the mike down
I turn around
putting flowers on the casket
since your looking like a right clown.
right now,
should back up before I punch your lights out.

my words are like my bullets
you wont see the end of this
sent straight to you.
through disappearing messages.

[chorus]
I'd be running with the scissors
cutting down all the killers
I'd be running with the scissors
cutting down all the killers

[verse]
its a pipe dream
film it for your live stream
following the rhyme scheme
I was shot with an ice beam.

now im fire fighting
put it down in the writing
quick with the rounds
swiping up, its exciting

trying to fight in the rain
puddles forming over time
am I too brutal with my swings?
have I gone and crossed a line?

turning water into wine
now they regret
wouldn't say im Jesus
but I like to get my feet wet.

[chorus]
I'd be running with the scissors (oh yeah)
cutting down all the killers (oh yeah)
I'd be running with the scissors (oh yeah)
cutting down all the killers (oh yeah)

[verse]
now I know, you ain't running,
cuz I ain't, done with you.
you been causing to much trouble,
so now, I'll make you choose.
do you want a fist full-a dirt,
or the world to see you loose
im an artist on the streets
you about to be my muse.

like panels on a comic
your picture about to, be split
im knowing every thought
out your head, as I ,read it.
see it,
treated,
as target practice, I reach it.
words forming around every punch
as I swing it.

[chorus]
I'd be running with the scissors (oh yeah)
cutting down all the killers (oh yeah)
I'd be running with the scissors (oh yeah)
cutting down all the killers (oh yeah)

[outro]
[end]

RUNNING WITH THE SCISSORS

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah, yeah (Ayy), let’s ride out (Skrrt)
Young Money, PMO (Tunechi!)—let’s go (Wooh!)

[Verse 1]
I’m slidin’ like butter, the stick got a stutter (BRRRA)
The wrist do gymnastics, it flip every summer (Flippin’)
My demons in Prada, my angels in black (Woo!)
I’m thumbin’ through commas while leanin’ way back (Yeah)
Codeine in the chalice, I sip like a king (Sip!)
Her body like balance, I ride it and sing (Let’s go!)
Tat on my face say I’m built for the war (Blatt!)
My tongue do the damage, my pen got a sword (Skrrrt!)
They say I'm a Martian, my spaceship go zoom (ZOOOM!)
The bass in my voice make the whole room boom (Boom boom)
I ghost through the smoke like a phantom in June (Woo!)
And melt through your system like wax in the room (Slide!)

[Chorus]
We ridin’ with fire in the trunk (Pow)
Cash talk dirty and the beat go dumb (Let’s go!)
Chain on swing and the glock go punk (Blatt!)
I don’t ever slip, got the game on clump (Hold up)
Double cup love, got me movin’ in slow mo (Sippin’)
Yeah, yeah—PMO, it’s a GO GO (Pow!)
Lighters in the air when I pop like a pogo
She gon’ drop it low, do the splits, that’s a logo (Wooh!)

[Verse 2]
I don’t do threats—I just answer with silence (Shhh)
Let the money talk, now the room full of violence (Boom!)
They thought I was done, now I’m back in defiance (Ha!)
The flow’s in compliance with lyrical science (Let’s get it)
I scribble in blood, I been inked by the gods (By the gods)
I move like a Don, they salute all my odds (Respect!)
Them perks in my verse make the fiends say “Damn” (Damn!)
And the kick from the beat hit like 50 grams (Woo)
I’m stuck in my ways like the ink in my veins (Yeah)
My chain do the wave like it’s caught in a flame (Bling!)
I’m skating on beats like I’m sponsored by Wayne (Haha)
I split her in two—call it lyrical pain (Let’s ride!)

[Pre-Chorus]
You don’t want war, you just act for the net (Nah)
I silence a hater like checks on a jet (Shoom!)
She know I’m the GOAT when I step through the set (The set)
Now she bend like the script when the climax is met (Whew!)

[Chorus]
We ridin’ with fire in the trunk (Pow)
Cash talk dirty and the beat go dumb (Let’s go!)
Chain on swing and the glock go punk (Blatt!)
I don’t ever slip, got the game on clump (Hold up)
Double cup love, got me movin’ in slow mo (Sippin’)
Yeah, yeah—PMO, it’s a GO GO (Pow!)
Lighters in the air when I pop like a pogo
She gon’ drop it low, do the splits, that’s a logo (Wooh!)

[Verse 3]
I’m inked in the game, no erasin’ this page (Nah)
My story got scars, every lyric’s a cage (Bars!)
They bite what I say—got ‘em stuck in a phase (RAH!)
While I cruise through the lane like I’m born in a blaze (Zoom!)
My mind like a maze, got a key in my pen (Click)
Every rhyme is a blade when it’s carved through the den (Wooh)
I talk with a grin while I stack up the sins
And her legs do the splits while she scream for the win (Win win!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah—light up, tune out (Ayy)
Lil Weezy with the PMO route (Skrrt skrrt!

Logo [Prod. PMO Music]

i know thats not what i think it is

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