this song is like 5-6 months old but its kinda fye so we ball
prod: @beats-by-bool
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lyrics:
you made your bed, best bet you'll sleep in it
real time, i can see meanings cheapening
shit getting dark, like a locked achievement
that man move spotty, sum like a cheetah print
if i need it from you, well, i guess that i dont really need it then
you made your bed, best bet you'll sleep in it
real time, i can see meanings cheapening
shit getting dark, like a locked achievement
that man move spotty, sum like a cheetah print
if i need it from you, well, i guess that i dont really need it then

i got this shit on lock
aint begging for peace, fuck a kumbaya
i want the pape, give a fuck bout the props
in the room cooking up since like 2, cant stop

damn aint u get what u wanted yet?
everything come with a "what i get?"
we could put it on me, like its sum i did
gotta let it go, cant fuck around and trip

married money, im the best man tho
way i work 2 quick, they think i test cram, oh
been smart, momma happy when the tests came home
had to set new goals, cuz the old ones broke

you made your bed, best bet you'll sleep in it
real time, i can see meanings cheapening
shit getting dark, like a locked achievement
that man move spotty, sum like a cheetah print
if i need it from you, well, i guess that i dont really need it then
you made your bed, best bet you'll sleep in it
real time, i can see meanings cheapening
shit getting dark, like a locked achievement
that man move spotty, sum like a cheetah print
if i need it from you, well, i guess that i dont really need it then

sleep in it [p. bool + rlbeats]

prod. dancewiththedevils

Let me tell you you don't wanna keep me around
It's gon go bad for you baby, it's gonna go bad for you my love
I'm fucking bad for you baby
I'm fucking bad for you like drugs
You fucking baffle me baby
The way you keep on going
Bring your friends to the hotel room
Fuck your boyfriend, leave him in the heartbreak hotel
Bring your friends to the hotel room
Fuck your boyfriend, leave him in the heartbreak hotel

I'm tryna spit some shit to get the bitches moving
And to let the motherfuckers in the room know who the fuck it is
She know I'm on drugs, she think I'm moving really stupid
Told her baby you don't really know what moving fucking stupid is
I'm not the type of motherfucker
I'm not the type
I'm not the type of motherfucker
I'm not the type
I'm not the type to let a girl near where I sleep
But if you love me enough I might change that for you

That being said I can't change much for you
That being said I can't change much more
I love getting money
And I love to spend it on you
That should be enough to fucking keep us going

Let me tell you you don't wanna keep me around
It's gon go bad for you baby, it's gonna go bad for you my love
I'm fucking bad for you baby
I'm fucking bad for you like drugs
You fucking baffle me baby
The way you keep on going
Bring your friends to the hotel room
Fuck your boyfriend, leave him in the heartbreak hotel
Bring your friends to the hotel room
Fuck your boyfriend, leave him in the heartbreak hotel

I'm tryna spit some shit to get the bitches moving
And to let the motherfuckers in the room know who the fuck it is
She know I'm on drugs, she think I'm moving really stupid
Told her baby you don't really know what moving fucking stupid is
I'm not the type of motherfucker
I'm not the type
I'm not the type of motherfucker
I'm not the type

hotel room

unrequited 2 prod kenzee

prod. dancewiththedevilz

(are you?
Are you feeling good today?)
Cuz this is rare for me

This is rare for me but I'm feeling good today
I don't even pray like that but God He fucking talked to me today
He gave me away to the devil 'cause He just wanted to see
If I was meant for this, if I would be who I wanted to be
Took the cards that I was dealt and took 'em on a shopping spree
Now I got designer on my body, love the logos on me
Why wouldn't I spend all my money, where it go when R.I.P
Why wouldn't I spend all my money, where it go when I die?

I'll probably distribute it amongst a couple people
I know some bitches out in Cleveland that would probably need it
She love me with no fucking teeth, she really loving me
And in my defense I really love to party when I'm out of town
In your hoe defense she really love to party, love the going down
And she usually ain't going but for me she fucking going out
Money I been throwing, same money I been throwing out
Drugs up in the cushions, I got drugs up in the fucking couch
In that bitch I'm pushing it 100, feel 100 thou
I just spent my last $300 to hit LAX
I don't really care about taking punches, I'm the fucking best
I'm the type to bounce back like fuck the music I can fucking wrestle
She like Seemar I think you're special, I really wanna see more
I'm so fucking out of reach for you, try hit the backboard
If I'm reminiscing about you, hit it from the back yuh
Fuck your boyfriend, leave him in the hotel room

This is rare for me but I'm feeling good today
I don't even pray like that but God He fucking talked to me today
He gave me away to the devil 'cause He just wanted to see
If I was meant for this, if I would be who I wanted to be
Took the cards that I was dealt and took 'em on a shopping spree
Now I got designer on my body, love the logos on me
Why wouldn't I spend all my money, where it go when R.I.P
Why wouldn't I spend all my money, where it go when I die?
She like Seemar I think you're special, I really wanna see more
I'm so fucking out of reach for you, try hit the backboard
If I'm reminiscing about you, hit it from the back yuh
Fuck your boyfriend, leave him in the hotel room

(seemar, i'm seemar)
I'm so fuckin out of reach for you, try hit the backboard
(if i'm reminiscing bout you hit it from the back yuh
Fuck yo boyfriend leave em in the heartbreak hotel)

out of town

Minez

LUST BBY! p.(placewag)

ft @kurse11

lyrics:

@shuuuzei :
ride around that bih when i talk yuh (x2)
(oh, oh, oh) 
i can't see nah, i wanna get with that pack yuh
(uh)
you is a fiend nah, fuck that shit you ain't claimed nah
you is a bitch nah, i wanna get that bag yuh

feeling vintaged up, imma get the crack
bitches talkin' stupid had to get her back
go, go, go run
countin' up these blues, i don't do no tax, no funds
talkin' out they neck, nautica -> this bag ong

vintaged up, imma get the crack
bitches talkin' stupid had to get her back
go, go, go run
countin' up these blues, i don't do no tax, no funds
(countin' up these blues, i don't do no tax, no funds)

(2x)
ride around that bih when i talk yuh (x2)
(oh, oh, oh) 
i can't see nah, i wanna get with that pack yuh
(uh)
you is a fiend nah, fuck that shit you ain't claimed nah
you is a bitch nah, i wanna get that bag yuh

#vintage 𖤝 w/ kurse11 (prod shuzei)

feelreal (ohwyro)



hi @xochase
go listen to the real song bro: distrokid.com/hyperfollow/imnotv…ycreative/lifeline
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Lyrics:
I-I, can't be in my right mind
Think I'd rather be home, and it wasn't even a bad time
I hardly know what I need, but I know it's bad timing
Wanna leave it all up to me, but you know I ain't buying
Now I'm thinking, I-I, can't be in my right mind
Think I'd rather die than let you be my lifeline
And I hardly know what you mean, but I know a bad time
Couldn't put that all up on me, you know I ain't buying

I tried to let that go, I did
Yeah, but you know I couldn't
Big pet peeve, can't push my buttons
'Cause I can't trip, won't lose my footing
Damn, just gotta keep that pushing
Man, love when they think I wouldn't
Hand shaking, I just don't want it
Yeah and if I'm being honest

I need the bucks on Bunyan
I make it look like nothing
I want them sour like mustard
Wanna catch up, keep running
Sum like detective, dusted
He went pro at bluffing
It don't gotta mean much, talk shit 'cause I love it

And I-I, can't be in my right mind
Think I'd rather be home, and it wasn't even a bad time
I hardly know what I need, but I know it's bad timing
Wanna leave it all up to me, but you know I ain't buying
Now I'm thinking, I-I, can't be in my right mind
Think I'd rather die than let you be my lifeline
And I hardly know what you mean, but I know a bad time
Couldn't put that all up on me, you know I ain't buying

Gotta be kidding me now
Ain't make me stronger, it's killing me, ouch
I couldn't recommend going that route
Think he Niztopia, put the bread in the couch
I got some T's to cross
Too many things I'm thinking 'bout
I honestly don't wanna talk, probably won't see me reaching out
And you think that is, it isn't, yeah
Could you please get out my business? Damn
I know you think that is, it isn't, yeah
Could you tell me if I'm tripping

Cause I-I, can't be in my right mind
Think I'd rather be home, and it wasn't even a bad time
I hardly know what I need, but I know it's bad timing
Wanna leave it all up to me, but you know I ain't buying
Now I'm thinking, I-I, can't be in my right mind
Think I'd rather die than let you be my lifeline
And I hardly know what you mean, but I know a bad time
Couldn't put that all up on me, you know I ain't buying

(I-I, can't be in my right mind)
(Think I'd rather die than let you be my lifeline)
(And I hardly know what you mean, but I know a bad time)
(Couldn't put that all up on me, you know I ain't buying)


(OG PITCH) LIFELINE [p. longboystyle + desmos]

by your side [me]

prod. baz

Baby why you nodding yo head
I know you stay lost in what I said
I wanna get you lost in the music
I love when we do drugs and abuse them
I get every bitch I like no pick and choosing
I don't got no type any bitch that love me I'm cool with
Got this gun it's sitting on my lap big like a poolstick
Riding around Miami with a chopper like Montana
She fw me got lucky lucky dirty up the Fanta
I might pull up in some shit she can't even see it's like a phantom
And I never wrote a lyric down I couldn't understand it
I aint even rapping I'm just talking man to man

It's me and God in the mirror I pray that God finally here
I'm finally grateful for the music and grateful for my peers
That's my bro on the guitar I bet he'll make you shed a tear
And I got bitches in Miami but I wish that you were here
It's Seemar on the stereo
Broadcast live from the 305
Thats just my life, no brag no boast
No lies, no shows
Yo life all smoke and mirrors oh no

(if she fuck wit me got lucky yuh yuh
If she fuck wit me she lucky, if she fuck wit me
If she fuck wit me she lucky i might dirty up the fanta)

Baby why you nodding yo head
I know you stay lost in what I said
I wanna get you lost in the music
I love when we do drugs and abuse them
I get every bitch I like no pick and choosing
I don't got no type any bitch that love me I'm cool with
Got this gun it's sitting on my lap big like a poolstick
Riding around Miami with a chopper like Montana
She fw me got lucky lucky dirty up the Fanta
I might pull up in some shit she can't even see it's like a phantom
And I never wrote a lyric down I couldn't understand it
I aint even rapping I'm just talking man to man

montana

seemar