LNT VOLUME 1... FORGED IN PLACES U AINT BEEN. BANNED FROM EVERY WALMART, SIPPING DISSOCIATIVES IN YOUR BACKYARD. LOSSMAXXING HOES. FUCK LOSS PREVENTION. THIS SHIT GOES HARDER THAN THE DIAMONDS ON MY BELT. TURPENTINE BREWERY DONT COME AROUND LESS U FUK WITH THE VISION LETS GET ITTT. RUN THIS SHIT NO FORREST GUMP. CHROME HEARTS SHAWTIES LNT CLIQUE 2024. SHOUTOUT WITECROW SHOUTOUT PIE SMELL SHOUTOUT TO$HIRO SHOUTOUT STARCATCHER. LEAVE NO TRACE.

COMING TO SPOTIFY+APPLE MUSIC ETC ASAP

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TRACKLIST:
1. Chrome Hearts ft. To$hiro (prod. Zem)
2. My Bad (Prod. Witecrow)
3. Fall (Prod. Witecrow)
4. My Way [Witecrow Interlude] (prod. Witecrow)
5. Saw You The Other Day ft. Starcatcher (Prod. Witecrow)
6. Chains (prod. Zem)
7. Reality 2 (prod. Zem)
8. Angels (Prod. Zem)
9. Meadowlands (Prod. Witecrow)
10. Turpentine Interlude (prod. Pie Smell)
11. Watch Me (prod. Pie Smell)
12. 1312 (prod. Pie Smell)
13. Costume ft. Witecrow (prod. Witecrow)
14. Fernweh Instrumental (prod. Zem)

ZEM - ANGELS [prod. Zem]

ZEM - WATCH ME [prod. Pie Smell]

ZEM - 1312 [prod. Pie Smell]

ZEM ft. WITECROW - COSTUME [prod. Witecrow]

ZEM - FERNWEH INSTRUMENTAL [prod. Zem]

TAPE SOON SHOUTOUT WITECROW SHOUTOUT LNT CLIQUE

https://soundcloud.com/witecrow
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https://soundcloud.com/witecrow

LYRICS:

I need a bling wrist shawty
With a heart thats damn fine
Cuz she gon grip my crucifix
We sippin red wine
Bitch b trippin im like "who is dis"
Nah hoe ion got the time
Cuz she know i can whip this shit
We sniffin all dem lines

Bakin soda, cold water, cut the stove on,
straight them sides
I aint even 21 but im savage take them lives
Bitch i got a 22 but for u i use that nine
Bitch there ain no hope for u so jus look up at the sky
Trippin off that coca cola, 
on the trap phone is a motorola, 
Im pourin shit up in the soda, 
like black kray ima real souljah
trippin on my own lonely
but i still go dumb homie
Bitch opps they try to roll me
Cant see me bitch, its damn smokey
Its damn smokey,
In the woods we dance brodie
Benadryl and Robo pills, and now i cannot stand homie
i been on my lone
Trappin til i go
shawty will you put your icey wrist upon my throne
Know how its bouta go
Ridin far from home
I been switchin lanes in a beamer w the chrome
So hallowed be my soul

Watch you when u sleep ur my bloody valentine
I jus popped a pill n i show u how to die
Face so red they b Askin if i cried
I dont wanna live but i dont wanna die
Pull up to the party n im sippin red wine
She dont wanna fuck but she told me that im fine
Mouth full of promethazine It aint bed time
I just popped a pill n i show ya how to die 
I be in the party yea im sippin red wine
I been so sad n my health in decline
I been tryna get lit by i never had time
I been smokin crack n fuckin bitches at the same time
She my bling wrist shawty i can show ya how to die
Nothin real, nothin fake im an angel in the Sky 
failing so much oh why do i try

BLING WRIST SHAWTY ft. WITECROW (prod. Zem)

acoustic track i made up in the mountains. might be an ep to follow this if it gets some love <3  love u all

lyrics
ive seen the writing on the wall
I remember that i coulda had it all
Then i chose good feelins over all
Im dead and gone like leaves in the fall

its all my fault
its all my fault
i coulda had it all
now its all my fault

Where those scare crows
go home, ice cold
eyes closed, i know
My final home

Where those scare crows (I hope these pills kill me)
go home, ice cold (I hope i dont wake from sleep)
eyes closed, i know (I Been gettin high all fuckin week)
My final home (Im noddin off so tell mama im sorry)

I hope these pills kill me
I hope i dont wake from sleep
I Been gettin high all fuckin week
Im noddin off so tell mama im sorry

Im wakin up at midnight
i just wanna see the sunrise
Theres reflections in the moonshine
Youve got old tears from new eyes
Ridin down the road i see headlights
Eyes like a doe in some iron sights
She said i should take a shot so i think i just might
Ill do anything just to fuckin feel alive

wake from sleep

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[Lyrics}
She know that i wake up as the sun goes down
She know that im hated in my whole home town
I'll be gettin faded til the lights go out
So tell her that im sorry never made her proud

Serotonin syndrome,
You winnin none and lose some
I been off the benadryl
Please try me bitch, just do sum
Cut my wrist im too numb
OTCs im too dumb
Dont never ever fuck w me I pull up then i shoot some

dull my suffering
Got a gold ring, and like 2 chains
Icey bling on my wrist, a muhfuckin breitling
No pain when the snow came, 
Got angels bringin Acid Rain
You gon lose your life today
bitch i Said fuck today i cant even walk today
Too much yesterday now i cannot feel my fuckin face
Liver n my kidneys fucked Ill see you in the fuckin grave
Damn i think my shit is fucked, in every single fuckin way

Bitch i said sufferrr
I was fuckin dyin in the summer
Bitch im out at 3am
Im posted with a cutter
I love her, she know that the truth hurt
Cant trust her, she gon show u true hurt
I said Sufferrr
Can we really even trust each other?
Ion know nothin n ion think i wanna
sippin off brand tussin, smokin good marijuana
catch u slippin sum we gon leave u w the trauma
﻿

Serotonin Syndrome

TEASER SINGLE FOR SILK ROAD THE MIXTAPE HOSTED BY WITECROW FEATURING ZLA7AN... TAP IN ON THE FUCKING SILK ROAD THIS SPRING
PRODUCED, WRITTEN AND PERFORMED BY ZEM

LYRICS:
[Intro]
Aye.. Aye!
LNT shit we in the fuckin end times Right now
Aye, aye

[Chorus]
Ive been Sittin in the basement with no Lights on (Lights on)
Ive been just Starin up and Waitin for the right sign (Right sign)
Wantin her to come on over, put on Mr. Brightside (Brightside)
Any thing to stop the fukn thinkin about the End Times
When i wake up, sick of thinkin why the fuck do i try? (I try)
Every single Google Search is leading me to Hotlines (Hotlines)
Sixteen, bumpin Peep, snortin on dem coke lines (Coke lines)
Every single days the same i think i wanna fuckin die (Fuckin die)

[Verse 1]
I Got a Noose around my neck like a Necklace (Necklace)
Robitussin and im smokin by the pool im blowin sesh its (Sesh its)
Zem until i die i think Thas next up on the checklist (Checklist)
Find my body floatin in the river where i rest bitch (Rest bitch)
Im in my glo bitch
Im on that glo shit
Bitch im in my glory til You motherfuckers sick of it (Sick of it)
Zem say Fuck a sycophant
Fuck a true religion bitch
She listen to Sematary while she cut her wrists, bitch (Wrists, bitch)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Im up above you droppin gifts like its motherfukn Christmas (Christmas)
He say he dont fuck w me, He always bumpin this shit (This shit)
See me like a figure in the acid rain mist, bitch (Mist, bitch)
Come around my way then you gon see me in the distance
She think im like sosa in my muthafuckin robin jeans
Ask me if im geekin n im like motherfucka  probably
She wanna give me top she wanna do me down properly
Since 18 fuckin bitches in the fuckn fallen leaves

[Chorus]

END TIMES [prod. Zem] **SILK ROAD THE MIXTAPE**

real underground shit
leave no trace clique 2k25
written + performed by zem
prod. dj clamor
https://soundcloud.com/djclamorbitch
https://soundcloud.com/djclamorbitch
https://soundcloud.com/djclamorbitch

LYRICS]

Ima stay at home, ima stay locked up
Wide awake fucked up
Icey wrist cut up
Trippin all alone, hearin voices got me shut up
bloody knees roughed up
Ion need no love
Ima stay at home ima stay locked up
Where i come from
We got pink pills white drugs
White crows White doves
Stay awake, feel sum
Til i see the sun come
Til my fuckin face numb

Waste love, i wont never waste love
Wontcha say sum, baby wont you say sum?
Blue faced, numb, we aint leave no trace no,
Cold grave if you wanna fuckin play sum
I been ridin w my clique down the highway
Remember bussin outa school ona friday
Smokin up, blunts rolled, in da smoke haze
Shorty come over, wanna do it my place

We come from the snowwwww
Cut my wings, but im still a snow angel
On point, yeah we knowwwww
Gold rings bove my head like a halo
Old face in the smokeeeeee
Red faced, think i saw a gray ghost
Leave me aloneeeeee
They comin for me but they wont take my soul

Locked Up (prod. DJ Clamor)

witch trap & experimental shit
beats for sale dm for prices

I WILL MIX AND MASTER YOUR VOCALS.
email: prodbyzem@gmail.com

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