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Lyrics:
Oh My God

Why have you forsaken me?
Why have you forsaken me?
Why are these boys always tryna be so fucking fake with me?
When I die, I got nothing that I wanna take with me
Bury me
Bury me
Pussy are you daring me?
Dancing with the devil
Got my demons there with me
No love in the air, I knew that you were never there for me
People make me sick, I don't care if you care for me
Say a prayer for me
Say a prayer for me

I'm too forsaken
Ya'll pussies for Satan
All my bitches universal and my niggas come gun blazin
Cook this beat mignon filet
So what the fuck they sayin?
Keep they bitches in my spaceship
Saber playin on her station
You don't really know what it look like huh?
When a nigga like me come through so fresh so clean
On the scene, bitch I'm big like pun
All this weed, I gotta light some
All these hoes, I gotta pipe one
Fuck that, that's dead, I pass it to the bro
If they ahead me, then I pass em fa sho
My show, I need my cash, my dough

I won't give up my place at the round table
Take a sip of the holy grail and pass to the left
Like clockwork, I'm sick of counting these minutes down
My patient's patiently waiting for his final breath
When I talk I know you don't think that I sound stable
Pull a stick on a motherfucker and shoot through his chest
I have run through my trials and all my tribulations
It's up to God if he thinks I passed the test

Why have you forsaken me?
Why have you forsaken me?
Why are these boys always tryna be so fucking fake with me?
When I die, I got nothing that I wanna take with me
Bury me
Bury me
Pussy are you daring me?
Dancing with the devil
Got my demons there with me
No love in the air, I knew that you were never there for me
People make me sick, I don't care if you care for me
Say a prayer for me
Say a prayer for me


Why have you forsaken me?
Why have you forsaken me?
Why these boys always tryna be so damn fucking fake with me?
When I die, I got nothing that I wanna take with me
Bury me
Bury me
Pussy are you daring me?
Dancing with the devil
Got my demons there with me
No love in the air, I knew that you were never there for me
People make me sick, I don't care if you care for me
Say it with me
Descend into madness
Say a prayer for me


I need that bag cause I can't wait no mo
So little nigga, show that money what you waitin fo
I mix that henny with the trauma tryna stay afloat 
But it's not workin I'm still hangin from that fishing pole
For real

Eli Eli Lama Sabachthani
Tell me why these burdens in my life are set upon me
Swing!
My suffering is funny
I don't give a fuck if you hate me or you love me, yuh

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Forsaken Me with Bill $aber

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Prod. YCK

Cross the fucking realms I see through these unspoken lies
Still became enlightened Gods returned me with an open mind
You occupy a house made of glass
The mercy that you seek has gone and passed

Lick a tab of acid
Hit the fucking blunt and pass it
Who said you could speak bitch I’m the one who you be askin
For the favors while you cater to a base that’s filled with kids
And you claim it ain’t a problem oh just wait until it is
Krokodil no appeal choosing fuck a bill
Slow to steal vote repealed come with something still
And I’ve been criticized for the Western culture
The Central Valley living so inhale the sulfur
Stocking the cabinet but check it later it’s bare
In the name of our savior don’t got a minute to spare
Couldn’t say that I’m religious but I’m more of a deist
And how does corporate hunger reign in the land of the freest
Nobody’s working to feel essential in wage
Wake up what will fundamentally change
But they don’t take responsibility or look to their peers
When they’ve contributed to trickle up their trail of tears

Cross the fucking realms I see through these unspoken lies
Still became enlightened Gods returned me with an open mind
You occupy a house made of glass
The mercy that you seek has gone and passed

Kill criminal cops you villains or not
No filming blood spilling on ceilings the weapons I bought
In registries
Trill and I fought subliminal thoughts
You shilling for people they’re wanting and willing to lock
My pedigree
Ancestry’s descending the tree snaps
Branched out we the freaks now we relapse
5 5 9 by design we rely
Gotta be high the streetlights in decline
Head off the hydra but then another one grows
Sick at the sight of a cycle that’s been imposed
Without permitting the brief has omitted this overreaching
And I’ve begun to disregard just what the older are preaching
Never achieving what we on 
Not in this life and not aeons
DESERTBOYS are going up
A thing we agree on
You can deny but I’ve made it myself and the money I’ve made is a plus
You will not pray to a god for the helping you need when you come into us

Cross the fucking realms I see through these unspoken lies
Still became enlightened Gods returned me with an open mind
You occupy a house made of glass
The mercy that you seek has gone and passed

House of Glass

Prod. YCK

Shanking a twisted motherfucker just to show em I mean business
Cross the name off of the hit list getting red up from the litmus
Know by now that I’m depraved I’m the ripple and the wave
Removing unpacking unwrapping the daggers that fall in me they remind me what I crave
You are nothing but a contingent fluke
Cause it wasn’t no skill that was given to you
New weak track boutta flock to the internet
Almighty god we can’t ever let him forget
2 out of 3 I call that an isosceles
Put em on mute with these different philosophies
You want attention then cut horizontally
How many laws that I follow unlawfully
Cycle around like a roundabout
And I’m a no one in a too-crowded town
Say that I’m something without the clout
Then wonder who’s gonna talk with the loudest mouth

He has risen far above the common man
What is missing your deceit I’m not a fan 
Seated in the citadel the point of singularity
Guarded by the consecrated now observe with clarity
Too invested for extraction to the sky
Still infested with these wicked thoughts of mine
Infinitesimal to be compressed in a vacuum the records will not be expunged
Been imperceptible but unpreventable blood on the film is creating a smudge

Depression is a bitch I’ve seen it’s a fact a bit too well
Suspended in the abyss who else wanna fuck with me in the hole that you dwell 
Encroaching on the liberties initiating new upheavals
Damage the planet and all its inhabitants they got a patent expending the diesel
Separation you scared of that
You won’t stay right here like where you at
Ain’t a secret tracked down go to my scent
And I got no fucking halo parked over my head
Fuck it I’m sober enough ain’t no dope in the cut
For now I will be choking on rust
Trick up my sleeve with the coke and the dust
I’ll be killed by the overdose hoping it does
In no mood for the theistic shit
But I’m coming up short what the meaning is
Got what I want still destitute
Wanna shroud myself wanna end it too

He has risen far above the common man
What is missing your deceit I’m not a fan 
Seated in the citadel the point of singularity
Guarded by the consecrated now observe with clarity
Too invested for extraction to the sky
Still infested with these wicked thoughts of mine
Infinitesimal to be compressed in a vacuum the records will not be expunged
Been imperceptible but unpreventable blood on the film is creating a smudge

Citadel

Prod. YCK, melody prod. Cessir

I own
Composure I’ve been owed absolving those who’ve been accused
You beg
But it won’t do a thing for you in death to be excused
Advance and move I fumigate
To end this aristocracy
Scrap and shed your human ways
Discarded how the authors see

I’m no theologian fanatical idolatry
The growing sea erosion and discounting the isometry
When they will not concede to shaking the decrees
Cause extorting is a game for them to let it recede
At an altar where they’re alternating feeding offspring
I’ll fucking call an Osprey before they make an offering
An amulet of auguring but will it presage
The images of havoc I’m instilling enraged
Here in perdition cause that’s where they stuck us
A state of damnation I’m bringing the ruckus
Ragged dreamcatchers tassel of feathers
Active I’m searching and seeking the treasures
Quoting a snippet I’ve torn up and ripped it
A drop of the dopamine simply predicted
Who is it they garner sympathy for
The scum of the planet there’s little need for

I own
Composure I’ve been owed absolving those who’ve been accused
You beg
But it won’t do a thing for you in death to be excused
Advance and move I fumigate
To end this aristocracy
Scrap and shed your human ways
Discarded how the authors see

Lodged in my temple
Gone out my mental
Smothering and suffocating
No resuscitating
And when some invaded
Unrelated incidents ensued
Discovery don’t equal conquest ineptitude
Is fucking normalized I sort and sift through nonsense
I wonder why am I the one defined explaining concepts
Herd em but the preference is they worship the prism
Nurtured with no wisdom how they foment the schism
Giving life up for the despotism
Pour another drink out for a vengeful system
Synchronize your magistrate with choosing what you mass produce
I’ll synthesize and aggregate a toxin that I can’t reduce
Viewed there from the TV duping a crowd in showing how easy
Crimes have been achieved by people onstage by pleading “believe me”
Big brother’s watching everywhere that you go
Mouths stay muzzled emperors in new clothes

I own
Composure I’ve been owed absolving those who’ve been accused
You beg
But it won’t do a thing for you in death to be excused
Advance and move I fumigate
To end this aristocracy
Scrap and shed your human ways
Discarded how the authors see

Fumigated

Prod. YCK, melody prod. Cessir

Genuflect who do you serve
Found I’m best aligning with the radicals and freaks
Bowing to an invalid serf
Inattentive to the words a pseudo prophet speaks
Stigmata it’s you who is culpable
Mind over matter ain’t one but it’s multiple
Peak of the needle enriching themselves
When people come seeking ain’t sharing the wealth

Never blindsided by your disguise
Primal behavior it makes me prioritize
Anything to piss em off cause even just a little bit
To stop em in their tracks that’s what is right might fucking hit a lick
5 thousand limbs
From the ground as daylight dims
What you declare and what you hope to quash
Ain’t going nowhere the deadlock’s a wash
Subdermal microdot end of discussion
Gaslight electorates stick to obstruction
Evaporate symmetry charge me for battery
Lungs have been blackened that’s done by the factories
Doing intuitive methods suing and you would have paid em out
Popping the circulation any duration made em bounce
Misophonic static here in Lavender Town
And there ain’t no brakes on this train so they’re tossing passengers out

Genuflect who do you serve
Found I’m best aligning with the radicals and freaks
Bowing to an invalid serf
Inattentive to the words a pseudo prophet speaks
Stigmata it’s you who is culpable
Mind over matter ain’t one but it’s multiple
Peak of the needle enriching themselves
When people come seeking ain’t sharing the wealth

Mix an elixir to slow the senescence
Excessively tending we got plenty peasants
Condescending proxy what it’s scraping at the satellite 
They lied about protection now it seems they’re taking half of mine
9 thousand bolts
From above and toward the revolt
Who is delegated to lead this shift
You are too resistant but we insist
I am in the cesspit fuck a free assessment
3 AM tweaking lil bitch I am restless 
They say to trust this inebriated just bliss
Extra suicidal how’s that for a plot twist
Planet be dying a slow climate death
Bitch I’m not non-indulgent ain’t no Minor Threat
Looking so famished ain’t gonna be the one to fucking feast
What did we damage there to be benefitting from no peace

Genuflect who do you serve
Found I’m best aligning with the radicals and freaks
Bowing to an invalid serf
Inattentive to the words a pseudo prophet speaks
Stigmata it’s you who is culpable
Mind over matter ain’t one but it’s multiple
Peak of the needle enriching themselves
When people come seeking ain’t sharing the wealth

Stigmata

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