Thanks for a solid run y’all… take all my unfin and unreleased.

another mans treasure<3

Vibes XIX

i let the cat out the bag🐈‍⬛
beat prod by: @wisssery
written and performed by: @rejectcore

battle scars! (p. wisssery)

prod me

lyric:

ash on the jeans 
and there’s blood 
on the sheets 
I died in my sleep 

try to make it subtle 
-
another puddle
this- this house
was turned to rubble

drift off 
just like I want
I think that 
I’m almost gone 

(no heart
for the most part)

I think that
(girl this won’t hurt)
I’m almost gone
(at least so far)

isn’t that what you want
(no heart
for the most part)
a little shot for the pain 
(girl this won’t hurt)
a little
(at least so far)
smoke in my lungs
(yuhh)
ya

ash on the jeans 
and there’s blood 
on the sheets 
I died in my sleep 

try to make it subtle 
(another storm)
another puddle
this- this house
was turned to rubble

sleep.

prod hellapocky x warheart & rubbish
lyric:

(prod. hellapocky x warheart)
Yeah 
Yea
Ye
Like here we go 
Good gas is all I roll
Grade A like the honor roll
I put this shit in my (w)raps
That’s all I know 
I don’t-
I don’t wanna-
I think that I’m gonna anyway
I’m makin money like anyway
No huddle, I’m makin every play
-
I got a lot on my plate, 
Okay
Shootin shit jus like a fade 
Away
I might go get me a bag
I might go get it today
Oh, hey
Ho
I know you pissed 
I know you mad
I know you think
Bout what we coulda had
I was the kid 
Now I’m the man
I’m sippin sumn 
From out in Japan 
Oh woah
Think I did it again
This a bro code
If you in then you in
I had some people around me 
They used to hope 
That the kid wouldn’t win
Yeah 
Yea
Ye
Like here we go 
Good gas is all I roll
Grade A like the honor roll
I put this shit in my (w)raps
That’s all I know 
I don’t-
I don’t wanna-
I think that I’m gonna anyway
I’m makin money like anyway
No huddle, I’m makin every play
That bitch love when I’m around 
Pack so loud you smell the sound 
That bitch love when I’m around
I’m up I aint comin down 
Yeah 
Yea
Ye
Like here we go 
Good gas is all I roll
Grade A like the honor roll
I put this shit in my (w)raps
That’s all I know 
I don’t-
I don’t wanna-
I think that I’m gonna anyway
I’m makin money like anyway
No huddle, I’m makin every play
-
(prod. rubbish)
Yuh,
I keep that wock like a stir fry
Pull up wit chops 
Pull up wit sticks 
They come in twos 
Just like my bitches 
That bih gon slop
All on my d(jawnson)k
Just for some 
Front row seat tickets 
I rlly don’t fw nun uh deez women
Kick em out,
It’s only me in the kitchen 👨🏻‍🍳
Winner winner,
I been eatin like chicken 
Pour a line,
Don’t even know what I’m sippin
I keep that wock like a stir fry
I got scripts 
Yeah scripts 
Hi as hell
I’m so hi-c god

##stirFry 🍜🥡 (p. hellapocky x warheart & rubbish)

till we die (p. kill breanna)

2 far (pekarot)

beat prod @7eura
lyric:

I’m jus SO fuggin hi rn
put dis blunt 2 da sky rn 
im jus so fugging hi rn 
put dis blunt 2 da sky r n

High ground like I’m obi wan 
she play w balls like iss pokemon 
high ground like I’m obi wan 
she play w balls like iss pokemon 

I’m jus SO fuggin hi rn
put dis blunt 2 da sky rn 
im jus so fugging hi rn 
put dis blunt 2 da sky r n

High ground like I’m obi wan 
she play w balls…
high ground like I’m obi wan 
she play w balls like it’s pokemon 

Put ma heart in these cards 
like I’m Yugi 
cursed vessel call me Yuji
I been eatin like a 2 piece
oh hoe say u knew me
hit a hard restart 
dis a new me 
ohhoh

I’m jus SO fuggin hi rn
put dis blunt 2 da sky rn 
im jus so fugging hi rn 
put dis blunt 2 da sky r n

High ground like I’m obi wan 
she play w balls like iss pokemon 
high ground like I’m obi wan 
she play w balls like iss pokemon

#hi_likeObi-Wan   (p. @7eura)

DESPERATE

MUSIC ADDICT

prod @s0ftskelet0ns

LYRICS
Shifting gears down twisting roads
Life status critical
Without love i'm miserable
Envy me and my life honestly im still pitiful
Even if i take it to the top, will i make it home

Clutch in, shift gear, gas out
Get home, smoke up, pass out
Face a mighty foe wont back down
Baby do you want this all, do you really want this all?
Pedal to the floor blast down that hall, clutch in clutch out i still stall
Clutch in, shift gear, hear me call

Brake up, neutral revvin at the light
Nova scotia winter turbo sliding ice
6k in my pocket name that price
Baby this is how i wanna live my life

Clutch in, shift gear, gas out
Get home, smoke up, pass out

Saving up money from work, buy an srt all while having tuition to spend on
Life aint great but it could be worse, i might hold a key but am i the one to depend on
I might be me, but im just background for a ten thousand piece puzzle
So dont you see? We might build up, but for all that work were still ground floor ruble


clutch in [prod. s0ftskelet0ns]

the odds are good that no one would notice i was gone...
no... one... would... care...
in fact, some - if they noticed my absence - might feel an odd, indefinable, sense of relief...

she show me her wrist, yeah, princess is slit </3
yeah, she show me her tongue, so i drop her a hit
yeah, i drop her a strip, she the prettiest bitch (:
yeah, princess, she gliss, and i'm buying her rick
she don't love me foreal, she just use me for dope
but, i'm a sucker for love, so i let that shit go...
yeah, she let that shit go... now she fucking for coke...
baby-girl is a hoe... in the dark, i'm alone... /:

knife in the club, i'm ice-man on the drugs
she dipping the bag til' her face, it go numb
she tell me she hate me, but she wanna fuck me
shawty like a slut, on the drugs, she's so dumb...
knife in the club, i'm ice-man on the drugs
she dipping the bag til' her face, it go numb
she tell me she hate me, but she wanna fuck me
shawty like a slut, on the drugs, she's so dumb...

she show me her wrist, yeah, princess is slit </3
yeah, she show me her tongue, so i drop her a hit
yeah, i drop her a strip, she the prettiest bitch (:
yeah, princess, she gliss, and i'm buying her rick
she don't love me foreal, she just use me for dope
but, i'm a sucker for love, so i let that shit go...
yeah, she let that shit go... now she fucking for coke...
baby-girl is a hoe... in the dark, i'm alone... /:

written and edited by lightning logan
prod by culmanii
sample from american psycho by bret easton ellis

slit wrist prince$$

mental - angel number (jolst)

[BEGIN LOG -- FRAGMENT RECOVERED]

*feedback,, followed by a panicked voice*

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it moves
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it listens...



it brought -- * codename: March XXII * _^##-to orbit.
_+-***
please,-!##*

if anyone's out ther-r-rr!%#**

find m-^_**%#!!..
...

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...

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[END LOG]

battle scars! (p. wisssery)

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