Lyrics: 

Hop in that whip and I zoom
Bitch in my phone, she boom
All of my diamonds go vroom
Poppin’ that shit like shh
Pop that shit like boom
Told her, “Don’t speak in the room”
We got them sticks like platoon
Glock with the light, it's a moon
She wanna dance to the tune

Pull up, I’m fresh off the bean
Codeine inside of my spleen 
Heard he want smoke, that’s a dream
We let it sing, no Kareem 
I got that Wock in my jeans
Mixin’ that Sprite with the green 
Shorty just popped her a bean 
Told me she feel like a queen 

Balenci', I stepped in a swamp 
Still got the stick in the trunk
Shoot like I’m huntin’ a buck 
He play, then we fuckin’ him up 
I am not showin’ no love
I am not givin' no trust 
I told that bitch, “Just hush”
We in the back of the club 

Walk with that Glock like a cane 
I’m in the sky like a plane 
I took that ho off the chain 
I do not fuck with no lames
Mixin' my cup with the pain 
Hollows gon’ fly like a flame
I got a TEC with a frame 
Don’t even know that boy name

I feel like the devil on shrooms 
I might take off to the moon 
Opp got hit in the noon 
Left his whole face in the room 
Shawty want Prada and loot 
I want her throat in the coupe 
I want that smoke like a booth
We got that gas and the truth

Stuck in my zone, no delay
Run up that bag every day 
I pop that pill in the Wraith
Now I can't feel my face
All of my bitches got taste ey
All of my clips got space ey
All of this drip got waste ey
Told her, “Don’t look at my safe” 

Ayy, back of the Phantom, no tint, eyes red
Codeine spill on the seats like paint
That’s not gas, boy, that’s just mint
My bitch weird, she roll my drank (What?)
I got scars from the sippin’ and thievin’
I got opps that be breathin’ uneven (Slatt)
I got sticks that don’t fit the ceiling
Hit his top, make him sleep through the weekend

Rage in the booth, no cap, no stylist 
Walk in the function, whole fit too violent
Took his ho, now the boy move silent
Took his pack, now he need new clients

Took his ho, now the boy move silent
Took his pack, now he need new clients
Fuck these rappers, y’all all just diet
Real street shit, I don’t need no guidance
Thick red ho, she love my science

Hood got love for a villain
Racks up top in the ceiling 
Heard he told, boy chillin'
We gon’ slide on him, no feelings
Bitch wanna cry in a Benz 
Cool, but she suck on ten 
Ten minutes, then she with my friend
Still hit the mall, I spend 
I spend,
I spend.

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I Still Love You

ms parker freestyle

Now that I've gotten you to listen with your ears; I need you to listen with your mind. It's time we say what we mean and mean what we say for the futures sake. If there's something you need to do; DO IT! If there's something you want to make; MAKE IT! Just don't play yourself and play this music. You might learn something. Thankyu

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These are the first songs Reverie ever recorded back around 2007!!

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REAL RAP (FREESTYLE)

throwaway song.

Staring at the screen ‘til my eyes bleed static
Scrolling through the pics like a fucking fanatic-

 Staring at the screen ‘til my eyes bleed static
Scrolling through the pics like a fucking fanatic
Used to call me “baby,” now she say I’m dramatic
Heart in the trash, and my love was erratic

Left me on read for a week, then a month
Said I was too much — bitch, I was just blunt
You liked the chaos, now you playin’ the front
But I still got your scent in the hoodie I hunt

break when I breathe, I shake when I think
I ain’t slept in a bed that don’t smell like her drink
Vodka and perfume, eyeliner smears
She left her mark, and I bleed out for years

She said “heal,” but gave me the disease
She said “love,” but cut me at the knees
She said “forever,” then watched me drown
Now her name’s the voice that drags me down

You don’t get to leave like that
Say I’m toxic then come right back
You don’t get to play the saint
you’re the reason I feel my pain
Every little cut’s your name
Every little scream sounds the same
Don’t you even say you tried
You kissed me then you let me die

you were my everything

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