knee deep* + p. fony wallace & composition x

COORDiN4T3S [tfmadeit + maru48k]

i hate that this is the first thing i am posting on my return HAHAHAH

Lyrics

tie me up when we fuck
babygirl you're my drug
i like her eyes and her face
oh please control when i c-
I like her bonds in my face
she tell me look but dont taste
i answer yes to my mistress
i wish she'd be my missus

i think my time soon to come
still got her taste on my tongue
satisfying my lust
but don't expect that it's love

she making me beg
she on the attack
it's making me squirm how she tease me her ass
god i'm still shaking
and i can't erase it
but it's been an hour n i mewl like a cat
i need it so bad—
she ride me so good that i'm needin a cast
i'm in the function but don't got a pass
shiss gettin old
and i hope that you know
if this keeps on
don't know if we'll last

she make me beg her forgiveness
she make me beg her forgiveness

bonds

redlight, i stopped and listened then you looked into these dead eyes
these times don't come too fkn often, i won't let it go
let it go
not ready to lyk, lyk

times up lemme talk to em
they all want a spot but they ain that locked in
if the money all you care about you fkn up again
never thought that this would end so quickly
girl you got me fucked up can't listen to you anymore
they brag bout this, and brag bout that until they bored
if your ego take a hit you gon be sore
that shit gon hurt you to your core
say that you hate me, say that you can't love.

redlight, i stopped and listened then you looked into these dead eyes
these times don't come too fkn often, i won't let it go
let it go
not ready to lyk, lyk

red light (prod.branwen)

Crashed out 
I should be on smackdown 
Kush loud 
Hit me like it’s pacquiao
Man down 
I will hit yo mans down 
No band but she gave me smash mouth 
Crashed out 
I should be on smackdown 
Kush loud 
Hit me like it’s pacquiao
Man down 
I will hit yo mans down 
No band but she gave me smash mouth 

Take those yellow pills till I’m morphing 
I drink too much till I throw up in the morning 
I just told that bitch that I’m too busy recording 
I will strike you down for my family just like thorfinn
Your bitch , my bitch 
Cause ur never really on shit 
I don’t even really want it if I’m being honest 
Loudest
Cries will always be the loudest 
Crowded 
Why my eyes always drowning?

Crashed out 
I should be on smackdown 
Kush loud 
Hit me like it’s pacquiao
Man down 
I will hit yo mans down 
No band but she gave me smash mouth 
Crashed out 
I should be on smackdown 
Kush loud 
Hit me like it’s pacquiao
Man down 
I will hit yo mans down 
No band but she gave me 
But she gave me..

Smackdown! (Prod.Bøjet)

dying in designer & dontcare - shade.

COLD w/ FALLACY A.D.D (prod. TWENYOHTHREE)

self prod (loop by jolst)

(lyrics)
Fuck all that, id kill myself
before i asked you for your help
its hard to admit but the world seems bleak 
i struggle to find colors even in my sleep
i hardly dream smoke too much weed
hopefully im fine by this time next week
i been strugglin could really use a hand
but its my fault i lost my friends 
x2

but i wont admit it
just give me another dose
and while im at it
i knew that it was close
to nothin, what you expected of me
but somehow i still fucked up everything
but now i must go and my only hope 
is that you'll be fine living life on your own

i'll write you a song in my suicide note
walk out the house with just my clothes
its not my fault i swear i didnt know
id break my legs and have to move on

its not what it seems
baby i been losing sleep

losing sleep

Prod by YANN
Mixed & mastered by crizzy white
Cover art, written, recorded by Goyard Sad Boi
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Lyrics

Ditch the body
Had to peal out the parking lot
Hmmm you talking shit 
hear you body drop
Hmmm
Dodge Durango n its matte black
Hmmm
Know some man’ll peel your wig back
Late night with the devil ya I just fw bro
Tried the meds grave Robbin all I really know
Didn’t know, didnt cope, loot the body yo
Take the jaw, take the tooth, take his fucking soul

Feel like Dahmer I just shouldn’t fucking be alone
Take a lot of people from there final resting homers
Ion eat the body I just really want the bones
Double cup full of that potion Mr Jim jones 
Masked up, Michael Myers, gosha body bag
13, Halloween, goyard toe tag
On a murder spree where all the rappers at
Goyard coming different, bet yall just sick of that

Why you lyin dude
Cut em from the head to the mf thighs dude in
Gravekeeper why’d you think I’d ever wanna spare you
You don’t wanna die no one gonna fucking hear you
Hide ya n you friend where the motherfucking deer do

1-2 yard man’s coming for you
3-4 better lock your door
5-6 better hide real quick
7-8 hide your body out of state 

Lately all the body’s that I got are starting to piss me off
Had to shut the voices off
 mix lean with a molotov 
Baby I don’t want your heart 
I kinda wanna chew it off
Young denis rader 
Taking flicks with a Louis scarf 

Hop on murderpedia 
Find my name next to bob berdella
Dead bItch dancing on my balls
She a ghoulish Cinderella
Diamonds aren’t forever 
As I stab her with my new umbrella 
Rolling in Volkswagen 
How quick is the brand new Jetta

Imma crash it 
Make it fucking tragic
No one fucking misses you 
When your just fucking average 
sad little freak show
Homicidal lunatic
Imma dump you body where that dumb as fuck titanic is

i know a ghoul in plainfield prod by YANN

meh

blood stained shirt yeah you know how it goes
i only get violent if they push me ‘till i blow
if you run now i’ll be better when youre home
if you leave now, itll be safer when youre home
at 23 will u still remember me
ill be gone evenmtually
for now i gotta fix this on my own
promise it’s better if you go
dont watch the blood drip from my nose

say my mistakes dont define me
until they cause me pain and i start sprilaling out 
got these new ways to hide it
bury me with secrets, they’ll be safe no doubt
my bones are starting to rust
wipe away the dirt before i turn into dust
consuming my lungs
this place i won’t leave
all the bugs in my flesh
i’m rotting with leaves

there’s no place for me here
im fading out of your memories its clear
i got no one left to listen
i got no one left who will miss me

violent (injury)

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