crying is awaste of time (i'll always missu u)

country squirrel prod me

classic beat me and dawson made over a year ago

0:00 - 0:40 @zieas @craves
0:41 - 1:07 @dripinoy
1:08 - 1:35 @kohhhl
1:36 - 2:00 @cm343
2:01 - 2:27 @undrcvrxx
2:28 - 2:54 @crynolonger
2:55 - 3:20 @lagsight
3:21 - 3:47 @prdoli
3:48 - 4:19 solo
4:20 - 4:58 @popmos
4:59 - 5:42 @cryininthaclub
5:43 - 6:19 @ki7a
6:20 - 6:45 @ki7a @clay10
6:46 - 7:43 @cm343

no competition

About you <Meta>

Postseason Prod Me

i i i need a break from me
i i i spend every day with me
i i i need get away from me
i i i need a little peace

my heart is broken for you my friend
i hope you know that i'm all pretend
my heart is wood, my eyes buttons
we walk around, my thumbs are twiddling

go to the fair, throwing balls at clowns
i'm unprepared, hair strewn about
look worse for wear, i'm all out of style
act like a bear, sleeping in my pile

i i i need a break from me
i i i spend every day with me
i i i need get away from me
i i i need a little peace

go to the fair prod me

callmeback w/ rei (trashboat)

my dad told me (wtfomari chinapoet)

https://open.spotify.com/track/1MdYDyVFfHBFtBg8nktfSr?si=af0f235eca10410a
prod kita @ki7a

I remember, ain’t had shit
I got that bag now
I remember they was hatin
Now they fanned out
Yea they begging for the lock
yea they fans now
if u not plague or rebirth
Bitch Get the fuck from round
big ass drac
I swear to god
I’m fin flush ‘em out
Yea my boys sneak thru yo crib
We won’t make a sound
Dudes be online
I can’t stand it
Lose that ego
Ain’t no competition
I know that boy freelo
Yea He tote it for the fashion
He a class clown
I remember ain’t had shit
I got that bag now
Yea my Brodie trippin
I told Brodie chill it
He tryn catch a victim
Im tryn catch em slippin
If I catch a leako
If I catch a keys
If I catch a 
If I catch 
If I catch a 
They go missing
Turn em urban legend

Said its fuck em
Fuck your circle
Bitch fuck everybody
Im tryn catch a body
Yea my bro
Aim for anybody
Let me send a message
I don’t like U
Bitch I never did
Without me ur nothin
Without me, bitch u don’t exist

go to the fair prod me

sentry