produced by @9lives
mixed by @removeface

lyrics:

idk how to feel (x2)
i just wanna go away 
man this shit is not real
babygirl make a promise with me do not break the seal
idk how to feel maybe i'm downhill

swerving fast on a highway, how long does it take
to the destination of your heart that i break
i can see my fate
she just wanna be my mate
ik your girl wanna date
but i think it’s too late

i can see through your eyes
all the thousand little lies
i can never stand the cries
getting fucked up every night

i can’t see
everything so damn discrete 
and you looking good in my bed sheet
looking at me with those eyes so sweet

so sweet yuh yuh

you move like a busta
i think you a sucka
but it doesn’t matter
bitch stfu
i can feel the lust through your skin
gotta go wash away all my sins

you move like a busta
i think you a sucka
but it doesn’t matter
bitch stfu
i can feel the lust through your skin
gotta go wash away all my sins

idk how to feel (x2)
i just wanna go away 
man this shit is not real
babygirl make a promise with me do not break the seal
idk how to feel maybe i'm downhill

swerving fast on a highway, how long does it take
to the destination of your heart that i break
i can see my fate
she just wanna be my mate
ik your girl wanna date
but i think it’s too late

i can see through your eyes
all the thousand little lies
i can never stand the cries
getting fucked up every night

i can’t see
everything so damn discrete 
and you looking good in my bed sheet
looking at me with those eyes so sweet

so sweet yuh yuh

discrete (9lives)

self control {{voidrave99}}

produced by @stuckinboxxes
mixed by @kennytheuniverse-23555

04. FRENZY 2 (rachyl)

please you (feat. karmadiesz & mut4t3d)

produced by kilolit
featuring @kennytheuniverse-23555
mixed by @removeface & @kennytheuniverse-23555

PROBLEMATIC feat. Universe (kilolit)

mixed by salem

yeah, i want her
come on girl pick ya phone up
you know these bitches worn out
and i just want ya number
baby be my valentine 
you know they can't compare with mine
she got some blue eyes like the sky
i stop and stare cuz she's so fine, woah
who better than me?
i mean i got it ya see
theres nothing better than we
so what's the trouble baby
like who's better than me?
like who's better than we? baby
say who better than me
say who better than me
say who better than me 
say who better than me nah
are you gon be my valentine?
are you gon be my valentine?

Universe:


7sirens:
yeah, say who better than me
say who better than me
say who better than me 
say who better than me nah
are you gon be my valentine?
are you gon be my valentine?

Universe:

valentine! 2 (w/universe)(prod salem)

produced by @user851809994 & cxsket
mixed by @kennytheuniverse-23555

vet (ill x cxsket)

produced by @stuckinboxxes
mixed by @removeface

brakes

brakes (rachyl)

produced by @yurkiez
mixed by @removeface

lyrics:

I keep counting money
'Til my thumb sore
Tell that bitch to come out back 
And not the front door
I keep counting money
'Til my thumb sore
Tell that bitch to come out back 
And not the front door
I keep counting money
'Til my thumb sore
Tell that bitch to come out back 
And not the front door
I keep counting money
'Til my thumb sore
Tell that bitch to come out back 
And not the front door

All my bitches in the back
Go and turn me up
Let 'em know wassup
They don't fuck with us
Running up another milli
Like it's nothing
Now they turning up to my shit
At the function

Imma say it once
Maybe say it twice
They think this shit sweet
No I'm not nice
Fuck around and find out
Babygirl I don't bite
He still talking down on me
Does he wanna fight?

Yeah, fuck 'em all for real
They came after me for four songs
Thought I was Pharrell
With the count
They don't even know
What the fuck I'm about
They always so money hungry
Living in a drought
Imma hit a grand slam
Like I'm Mike Trout
Then I'm gonna do my dance
For a lil clout
When I first blew up
They would always doubt
They ain't like me then
How you like me now?

I keep counting money
'Til my thumb sore
Tell that bitch to come out back 
And not the front door
I keep counting money
'Til my thumb sore
Tell that bitch to come out back 
And not the front door
I keep counting money
'Til my thumb sore
Tell that bitch to come out back 
And not the front door
I keep counting money
'Til my thumb sore
Tell that bitch to come out back 
And not the front door

SORE

SORE (yk)

If I rapped the way my dad wanted, he want me speaking on flows that I can't keep up with
Like the BPM too high, but he can't get enough of it
Staying on beat, staying in the same place
19 years old, but he still want me, actin 8

Always trying to tell the truth and never tell a lie
But the nigga looking at my face and giving me those eyes
I don't, I don't like folding under pressure
Never taught about the weather

Checking on my phone, trying to see what's up
Check the newsletter
Nothing but war and famine
Ask them up here in Philly, they tell you about Raud and "Man Man"

No sweat, these niggas can object to everything I speak, but I can't give up yet
Fuck that
Recording in the closet, all my skills, I hide it
My father is a hater, moving slow like Biden

Objecting to the system I grew up in
Ain't doing shit to change it, but I ain't going for it
I'm avoiding them, spoiling them
Keeping all my shit inside

I don't like to talk about the shit that bothers me at night
But no one does
No one talks for fun
I don't want to tell you about the shit I'm going through on my own, no

Whispering for help because I know I can't be loud
I can't tell you about the truth because I know I'm not allowed
So, I'ma tell you about a nigga who was super easy or a bitch that was sleazy
I'ma rap about some shit that's super freaky, but I know that's not the truth

I don't want to tell you about what's really happening in my, in my soul, in my gut
Everything about me, everything it really hurt, I'm-
Everybody think I'm moving weird, I just move in silence
I just don't got enough time to tell you about it

But that's how my father would make me rap
Rapping on beats like this, a little of that
I could do it all, but I don't want to
I'd rather sing about some bullshit, you know

Like, making songs like Bad Blood was fun
Or making shit like you don't have to know, you know
Yeah, I had to run, I had the time, I had my own spotlight
But now I'm working extra hard, trying to keep the limelight

They asking me for them lyrics, but baby, it's not serious
You don't need all them words, baby, you just need to hear it
Plus it take me mad long, trying to write the rhymes
How you think this shit come out? Baby, time to time

Alright, I've been rapping way too long, it's been two minutes
I'ma end it off right here, yeah, thanks for listening

SORE (yk)

removeface

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