track #8 interlude
prod. xmichaelwarren

just leave me in the fire
leave me in the grass
no one to talk to 
put my heart at rest 
no place to walk thru
but i do it best 

mmmmmm

put my heart at risk
i been thinkin i’m dead
i guess not…but
i don’t know how long
i can keep going 
off these drugs
you know i ain’t been copin

I DONT KNOW

how to control my emotions 
i hate the way i feel

I DONT KNOW 

no there’s never gon be a day 
when i clutch the steel no 

I DONT KNOW

but i
wish all the things you said 
didn’t get to me 
cause i
never wanted you
to be my ex to me
cause i 
i’m needing ecstasy 
cause your my ecstasy <33
but i

i cannot go any deeper no more.

THE SPIRITUAL FALL OFF

no help w⧸ aftrr(300hearts)

Forget Me SadBoyMood X Young Celex

Flames In my mind but she make em subside
thru all my fuck ups please stay by my side
Aint talkin harley BUT IMA RIDE OR DIEE DIEE DIEE DIEEEEE

SUBSIDE Young Celex Feat Staggy

NUTZ w/ kuriosity

produced by david arcade

bday drop woooooooo

GO AT IT w/ selkouni

@prod_pk

beat so tuff

more coming.

Lyrics:

Crib so fucking big cant even walk around my spot

You Stay typin on your phone man theres a time where you can talk

And when yo ass can not

I Swear you mustve forgot

My new home been in the stu they never tellin me to stop

Call me mr count alot

Mr thumbing thru the guap

I stay whippin this impreza

Catch me spinnin round the lot

Max 180 mph 

This shit outdoin other cops

Why you always keep on postin

You stay blowing up the spot

Brand new 3 foot piece

Shit got hella perculators

Dont do shit without a check

Why i never do no favors

Yall be reeking of just BO, 

Guess ill see u later

Guess ill smell u later

Maskin up felt no safer

I got a whole armory i told you i got plenty

When we talking me and you i know ill tuck me a new semi

Rock this givenchy and fendi

Rock The whole store if they let me

Bro be sniffing sm powder his new nickname should be demi

Mix and master everyday i can hardly even hear

Say you never get a temper see the steam come from your ears

Only god that i will…

Being broke is what i fear

For me thats impossible, for you thats sadly near

Hear my car from down the block 

tell the popo that its stock

Post a snippet on my story say its loco if it flops

Brothas always post up shining made a killing off the rock

I been grindin everyday yuh, one way to the top

Crib so fucking big cant even walk around my spot

You Stay typin on your phone man theres a time where you can talk

And when yo ass can not

I Swear you mustve forgot

My new home been in the stu they never tellin me to stop

Call me mr count alot

Mr thumbing thru the guap

I stay whippin this impreza

Catch me spinnin round the lot

Max 180 mph 

This shit outdoin other cops

Why you always keep on postin

You stay blowing up the spot

Crib so fucking big cant even walk around my spot

You Stay typin on your phone man theres a time where you can talk

And when yo ass can not

I Swear you mustve forgot

My new home been in the stu they never tellin me to stop

Call me mr count alot

Call me mr count alot

Call me mr count alot

Mr thumbing thru the guap

Keep a smith up in my pocket why im limping when i walk

Tryna speedrun through your fame just take ur eyes off of the clock

Call me mr count alot!!!!!

MR. COUNTALOT (PK)

produced and mixed by @ppprods
Lyrics:
Look at what you've done to me
You've got me falling to my knees

Tell me why
It hurts so badly
Torn inside
Don't know what's happening
Trying to find
Solace within us
Your fucked up lies
You're so Venomous

You like the panic in my eyes
(You like that you have control over me)
I don't know if I should run and hide
(You'll end up finding me anyway)
You're not done with me yet
(You hold me hostage with your chains)
You're leaving your traces in my head
(You're leaving your traces in my head)

Look at what you've done to me
You've got me falling to my knees

Tell me why
It hurts so badly
Torn inside
Don't know what's happening
Trying to find
Solace within us
Your fucked up lies
You're so Venomous

VENOMOUS

MUSIC VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lkj7MHTQMig

lyrics:
i need more, more
i need more, more
i need more, more
i need more
man i might get it straight from the source
we got smoke pouring out all the doors
if they call it i'll pass em the torch
we just can't let no jakes in the porsche
i need
(x2)

i need a bitch that's gonna gimme head and keep me level headed
i need some little caesars for my glock to keep it hot and ready
i need to take a trip up to the boroughs just to hit the deli
i got a switch on my glock but tonight it's on melly
phone ringin i turn it to melvin
40 bumper gon rip out his shelving
took her heart and i kept it i'm selfish
i'm gon pioneer shit like im elvis
im gon get the whole world in my palm bru
when i shoot i don't miss like the mamba
clear the way for my bitch like mo bamba
need a perky to keep myself calm bru

i need more, more
i need more, more
i need more, more
i need more
man i might get it straight from the source
we got smoke pouring out all the doors
if they call it i'll pass em the torch
we just can't let no jakes in the porsche

is this 40 gon shake shit? of course
huntin heads boy i do it for sport
close the casket keep that in the morgue
ain't a boner jumpin out the shorts
tried to book me ain't goin to court
pop that shit in my face like a cork
we gon poke em and scoop like a spork

i need more, more
i need more, more
i need more, more
i need more
man i might get it straight from the source
we got smoke pouring out all the doors
if they call it i'll pass em the torch
we just can't let no jakes in the porsche
i need

I NEED *music vid in desc*

WE SHOULD NOT LINK - KOJIN + EBNYRAVE + 4STRO + AP YCM + FRIDVY + UNPOLARIZE *RIP PRINCESSMOB*

Prd. 6makxs ree1ezi 1teegup

Totally totally x2

Track mode, track suit, track pants
Rack man, rack made, rack dance
Patch five, Patchmade, Pack man
Cartiers fuck no, Ray ban

Drop dat, drop dat, drop dat boy
Where all the bitches at can ya make some noise?
I got a vendetta, I got a vendetta
I'm tryn come get ya boys
Speaking of pussy boys, ya get some money fix ya toys

The way I, the way I 
You'd think my tendons sore
This a hellkitty way the engine roar
Can't help but start feeling pity when ya piss poor
One eye on the rack feel sum like a remy boy

Track mode, track suit, track pants
Rack man, rack made, rack dance
Patch five, Patchmade, Pack man
Cartiers fuck no, Ray ban

Little lady actin shady
All black rims onna big mercedes
Puttin shit on it's sum like gravy
AR15 In the navy woah
G6 Popped tryna reach my peak
It's gg its a max made beat
It's not worth, you could never compete
Birds in the trap better shut they beak
Gucci everythang I'm so on fleek

White kid tryna rock off white
You could be me never in ya goddamn life
I jus dropped sum inna goddamn sprite
True religion jeans I'm prayin to christ
G5, G5, G5, Knife
Be my, be my, be my wife
Right hand, right hand wrist on ice

Bieber, Servin justin bieber to the tweakers
Riri dont ya wanna dance? Reverse
Could somebody please inform me, wats a free verse?
Ya must be out ya top, you think the bitch ain picking me first

Drop dat, drop dat, drop dat boy
Where all the bitches at can ya make some noise?
I got a vendetta, I got a vendetta
I'm tryn come get ya boys
Speaking of pussy boys, ya get some money fix ya toys

THE SPIRITUAL FALL OFF

sadboymood

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