huge fan of ginsu and want to say, this song has really strong vocal chops. the rhythm they create is just superb. the fucking pesto verse is so fucking good and i love ur hook the way you bitcrush it towards the end was so fucking cool. so fucking in love with this.

i just saw you commented on a wondir song and i have realized you know wondir and now i want to hear a twenty4thward wondir song

me and my brothr Hayden made a cool sad song. and I actually do wanna die. enjoy.

is it to late to kms? ft. hayd333n

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wish!
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sc: @whywewish

star!
instagram: www.instagram.com/starinthesky_x/
sc: @iamstarinthesky

prod:
@lilrodger

spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/12xnw8CMRin2EeoaFECwVQ?si=ed420aaef820488f

~lyrics~

intro:
double c’s up on my feet lil bitch i step expensive 
big body truck bitch yea it cost a pension 
life is way too short to be so fuckin apprehensive
big pendant on my tennis, got a boy real pensive

hook:
got a duplex on my neck, i ain’t mean to flex 
big number in the bank, so i can’t ever stress 
seeing clear, clear diamonds busted in my specs
my accountants jaw be droppin when i’m cashing cheques 

verse:
all these racks on me, fat pockets, skinny jeans 
fuck a wedding ring, i got my bitch some diamond teeth
bitches lovin me, ima bang, could call me keef
she used to cut her wrists, now she got cuts up on her knees
i got hella green, its stinkin green, could call it shrek
she wont take shit slow, i got my hand wrapped round her neck
big blicky, yea u know i grip a tec 
n i could fuck any bitch, go n ask my ex 

hook:
got a duplex on my neck, i ain’t mean to flex 
big number in the bank, so i can’t ever stress 
seeing clear, clear diamonds busted in my specs
my accountants jaw be droppin when i’m cashing cheques 

verse 2 (star):
i’m randall with tha handle pls don’t make me go pew pew
yes i am an animal they let me out the zoo zoo
i ain’t fucked wit rats and now my cheese is all bleu bleu
no more servin mid wit eddie out the isuzu 
no more drivin in the rodeo
i’m on rodeo drive
spending so much they think that my bags are mary poppins size
smokin like a chimney, sweepin up ur ho just for the night
she chokin on my d while i hit that shit from behind
the fn a weapon i keep for protection
i look at my rollie got time for the flexin
get off ur phone when u up in my section 
the way that  u stepping it needs some correction 
keep all dat beef i got a fine selection
of steaks up on my plate
i’m smokin back woods, feeling that good
in your ho stomach make her back break…

ah!

hook:
got a duplex on my neck, i ain’t mean to flex 
big number in the bank, so i can’t ever stress 
seeing clear, clear diamonds busted in my specs
my accountants jaw be droppin when i’m cashing cheques
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spotify

double c's w/ STARINTHESKY

im holding on for you (produced by dead yami)

i beg u

prodhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCDJbJhZuEFF8X-npl1tPUrQ 

featuring https://soundcloud.com/hazenova?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

monsters in my mind w/hazenova (Prod. Gaxillic x IOF)

prod. @horoshavibes

this isn't really fun anymore
i've exhausted my ideas now i lay on the floor
given every piece of myself to this earth
try and see the shadows i can't discern
keep the fan on
it drowns out the silence inside my room
it drowns out the violence and all of the bad news
that i can't deal with

these faces blend into something i can't recognize
mirrors deceive me with tricks and lies
i can't tell the difference between wrong and right
there is a shadow for every light

i hate the lasers that shine through my blinds
disturbing every moment of peace in my mind
until the sun disappears for the night
reminders that everything fades over time
keep the door closed
emotions seep out from the cracks and the windows
where they'll die out
never to be seen by a single soul

these faces blend into something i can't recognize
mirrors deceive me with tricks and lies
i can't tell the difference between wrong and right
there is a shadow for every light

keep the fan on, it drowns everything out

guy had a gun

spiraling *sachy*

witch hotel & kid sigil - od on the floor (prod. metlast)

Yeah
Ugh
How the hell do I tell what's right from wrong
It always seems like everyone got it put together oh
I don't think I care enough to get on
At this point I hate making every song
Honestly it don't bring me peace anymore
I reminisce when I was sleeping on the floor with my dad
Wanted everything it never mattered what I couldn't have
Now my vision distorted and I been heading down the wrong path
I was supposed to learn from my mistakes now I might crash
Why the fuck do I keep breaking down
I think I really fucking hate me now
I'm closer to the end
Can anybody somebody just hear me out
No who
Don't ask me how I'm doing
When everything gets rough I'm holding on
I aint really that tough I aint really that strong
Its my fucking life I ruined
I don't wanna get into it oh
Lately I'm the clown or I'm the pawn everyday I'm feeling stupid oh

I give advice to everyone but never take my own
I got problems on problems I guess you can say I'm grown
And I wonder how they'll feel when I'm dead and I'm gone
Tell my mom plant a tree when its time
I don't wanna tombstone
I don't want nobody crying
I don't wanna do wrong
I just wanna make it right
I sit at this laptop
Complaining about my spot
But I know that there's others that don't got it like I got
Used to put it on my mother one day I would pop
If you ask me now Ill tell you ima stop
Its not the same as before
Cause I don't want it like I did anymore
I don't see the point tell me what its for
I cant go one day being sober
This my dream and I think its over
Oh its over

guy had a gun

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