mentally discarded
all these comments im ignorin
feel so anxious
i mite vomit
2many feelings im ignoring
and i put it on my phone
how tf aim so alone
yea ive fallen
i know
braindead
im slow

got a bump on my nose
yea im worse than most
like its my mind
yea i know
how tf im so low
got a bump on my nose
yea im worse than most
like its my mind
yea i know
how tf im so low

got a bind no1 knows
gota mind what i kno
im not kind
ya i know
im not violent
i throw
fuck a violet
im rose
got a bump on my nose
got a bump on my nose
got a bind no1 knows
gota mind what i kno
im not kind
ya i know
im not violent
i throw
fuck a violet
im rose
got a bump on my nose
got a bump on my nose

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mentally discarded Prod Me

꧁༒•lyrics •༒꧂


slow it down
slow it down
slow it down
slow it down

better have bad luck 
cmon speed up
better have time
had me like ooo
i stare im blank im open
my face shows no emotion
stargaze look up from the ocean
i was feeling out of focus

i said pour it up
pour it up
i said pour it up
pour it up
no matter what i do
it is not enough
no matter what i do
everything turns to dust
no matter who i love
misleading
don't fret don't cry
im slowly bleeding

yeh heard somebody tell u
heard somebody tell u
heard that it was bad news
never knew i had u
but everything leads back 2 u

she say it over n over 
like a broken record
bby im the only 1 
i could never wreck her
bby i should turn around
n really try forget her
yeh i knew that she was not the 1
turn around get better
i wish i never met her
i wish i never met her
pull me apart 
n try to put me back together
pull me apart 
n try to put me back together

stargazer (lillen)

witch on the dancefloor (aki)

prod @ffiftyzeros

cover art by me

soundcloud exclusive

crypt [fiftyzeros]

I count my cake let my bank talk 
she wanna fake so she go off 
I made my way she gon get lost
she gon evade she criss cross
lights camera action she be flicked up
this shit just get me ticked off
she wanna get in the Benz right in the back of the whip
she wanna get in the car she do not give no shits
her man wanna pull up on me im boutta load my clip
this shi jst get me ticked off
I told that girl release me
she been on her knees begging please
why tf u say u need me i gotta get out
she a lil witch yuh she breakin out her ouija 
she a lil cold she got me feel anemic 
she lowkey a bitch I stg I don’t need it
ima count this money idc if I look greedy
look me in my eyes and tell me why tf u need me
if you tell me that shit girl I might jst make u squeegee 
yuh all these hoes up in my crib and they want all my semen  
got all these hoes up in my crib and they look like some demons    
she wanna smoke a lil spliff why she actin creepy 
she wnna get high and get fucked I make her wet like Fiji 
bby girl after we finish up that’s the last you’ll see me

ouija (tgwog+toraloc)

august25' ft redpriest

Sprinter
@rit_hk

Lyrics:
Counting up bands in a benz truck
Watching my moves, better keep up 
Put a fuck boy on a t-shirt 
Follow my rules, I’m a teacher 

Two cups up in a lean truck
Pop star bitch like Selena 
Modern Day Music, we the leader
i just poured a four inside a litre

Tell em its up, then it’s up, then you know
Fuck with them boys that be stealing my flow
Count up the digits, I count up the 0s
Poured up a four,
Yeah I’m stuck, 
Yeah, I’m slow 

Hundred bands, contraband,
That’s what we on
Talk to the money, I spend it, It’s gone
I’m skirting off
Spend it all
Been it all, adderall 

Diamonds on the table
I just want your heart 
Falling like a star
Feel like you’re to know
Do this on my own 

Rit:
I get some money, it fall like the leaves in the  winter 
And yeah she gon’ eat me for dinner
She said she know I’m a winner,
You just a beginner 
I’m eating, but I’m getting thinner

Big black truck, with a blacked out tint 
And you know we win so it’s parked outside 
Big bag getter, I get real money 
Don’t try get funny, or you might die

I got racks, Ronda, It’s all in my pocket
Keep a picture of that drink, 
Girl, you know I love my wocky
Know I love the lean so much
Picture in my locket, yeah

Love the gang so much
Yeah, they call me Davey Crocket

Baby, you hit like the fentanyl and I want another hit, I want another 
Don’t wanna tell him I know he can’t take it But boy, I been fucking your mother 

He wanna feat on the beat and he thinks that it’s free but you aint my brother
Don’t need a glock to go handle the business,
No, I got on me my cutter

Counting up bands in a benz truck
Watching my moves, better keep up 
Put a fuck boy on a t-shirt 
Follow my rules, I’m a teacher 

Two cups up in a lean truck
Pop star bitch like Selena 
Modern Day Music, we the leader
i just poured a four inside a litre

crypt [fiftyzeros]

nox [@nox00_]

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