Wake up, its a dream

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Juice WRLD - R.I.P Jahseh

TRAVIS SCOTT - MO CITY FLEXOLOGIST (ULTIMATE VERSION) (PROD. SVVXCH)

I’m back to old habits; my back is stone cold
I’ll clear my mind outta stones, take a line, and pour magic
God bless this acid tablet; it freed my eyes from my brain
I’m a legend; I feel like Wayne, I got that 6 standard
(foot!)
Psychotic — they praise me
I can’t find my lady, seven roses & bailies, amazing
Now tell these bitches pay me or we shoot 'em; 
don’t hate me, I've been seeing faces lately
Call the prophet, I’m A-team; fuck the fame can’t be faking


Stay cold, stoned, masquerades of bones
Got no structure, I’m blessed when I speak, better change your tone
Make a prayer & stay blessed for a week
All my rights are wrong.
Meet my maker when I lay down to sleep
I’m Medusa, bleeding in gold

Shit, you’re all the same, shit
Can’t speak your language
Can’t understand it
I make them panic
Shit, you’re all the same, shit
Can’t speak your language
Can’t understand it
I make them panic

I was always here this ain’t no resurrection; I’m death
Take a hundred steps back; I don’t give a fuck get upset
I might wash your tears in my whiskey and sip-sip it
Yall snippets, and way I’m over your six digits
I’d never pass my fears to my child; I’ve seen the fallen
I realised this dream when I was nine, I know I’m chosen
I’ll smash your whole career if I write a line, you’ll get exposed and I’m a master when I speak; your own advice but shit, you’re broken

#0003 NOFACE  [prod. xxsrsmsa] (2020 VAULTS FREESTYLES)

Let em talk
Watch me peak
Let em talk
Watch me peak

I stay still, Ancient Greek 
If money kills, watch me bleed 
Make em pawns, can’t conceive:
What I see, how I see 
Talked to God to plant a seed
A thousand times, we can’t agree
If you take this LSD, now you see
follow me, now you see
follow me, now you see

Let em talk
Watch me peak
Let em talk
Watch me peak

Parked up in Madonna’s park, shit’s discrete
Why you acting like I want that WAP? I want three
Turn to fossil bitch, I’m at the top, full of greed
I don’t give a shit about your Mob, different breed
They display that two trips to “spasia”
Like change your stay at, film your basement
Cuz I aint so stable, do you want my fables? 
She’s like “Sammy baby why you acting funny? You never tried to love me now you Trynna....”
 
Let em talk
Watch me peak
Let em talk
Watch me peak

Madonna's Park

Madonna's Park [DRAFT 78] 2021

That Ice Tea, I mean, that Ice Tea

Devil on my shoulder tryna flirt with me,
Shadows in the smoke move perfectly,
Clock tick slow but it work for me—
Yeah it work for me
Yeah, it work for me
Same old hoodie, same old sins,
Ash in the pages, same old blend,
Eyes half-closed, let the world sink in,
Tryna play it cool, but the roof caved in—

Late night creepin’, my thoughts too loud,
Face in the mirror, can’t talk to it now,
Heart in my pocket, I lost it somehow.
Tryna buy time but it cost too much —
Baby don't talk, yeah I talk too much
Baby don't flock, yeah I flock too
Woof

She said I am bipolar
My head still heavy, my lungs still burn,
Bitches don't take from the lessons I learned
Still hit
Yea I still hit

Imma hit “Decline” when the past return,
Still I make peace, but the peace don’t work—
Eyes red, I ain’t slept in a minute.
If I see the light, I might step in a minute.
If I get a sign, I might stretch for a visit.
But the prayers don’t land; they just left in the distance—

Moonlight hit like a spotlight ghost,
Skin too pale from the dreams I toast,
Ink too thick when the pain get wrote,
Tryna break free but the chains still show—
Mmm, feel like the walls gettin’ thinner now
Room full of smoke, see the past in the flicker now,
Sins on my plate but I still eat dinner now,
Stains on my soul but I sip like a winner how?
Loose change rattle in the cupholder,

New pain sittin’ on my lungs, no closure (No kosher)

Two-faced world, gotta move like a floater,
Backseat life outside
watch the sky
Fuck it, it always get colder like—

[Part 2]
Swerve through the city like a ghost on ice,
Phone still dead but the thoughts on life,
Blunt still lit but my grip too tight.
Tryna let go but the shit feels right—
Trynna let go but the shit feels

Raindrop tap on the glass like a lesson,
Car parked up, got lost in the presence,
Mind do laps, can’t sit for a second,
World move fast but my soul too reckless—
Still hear echoes when the soul cut out,
Still feel the weight when the past come ‘round,
Still tryna swim but I might just drown,
Still tryna heal but I love that sound—

City still hummin’ in the background,
Raindrops dance on the dash when I back out,
Ghost ride slow, got passed in the trap house,
Flickin’ through my sins like a stack ow
Cash countin
Cash countin
Cash countin
Feel the weight in my rib cage, I just found it
Eyes half-open, let the world do a split-frame,
Mouth say “cool” but my chest feel six ways,

Aha, aha, aha, aha, aha, aha
Aha, aha, aha, aha, aha, aha
Aha, aha, aha, aha, aha, aha
Aha, aha, aha, aha, aha, aha

Swerve through the city like a ghost on ice,
Phone still dead but the thoughts on life,
Blunt still lit but my grip too tight.
Tryna let go but the shit feels right—
Trynna let go but the shit feels

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🎈RS

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