“Don't Die On Me Now (feat. King Com)”
Written by Shaun Klaas & King Com
Produced by Shaun Klaas.
Background vocals by Av Raincandy.

— Pre-chorus —

Don't die on me now, uh
Don't die on me now, uh
Don't die on me now, uh
Don't die one me, yo-yo

Don't die on me now, uh
Don't die on me now, uh
Don't die on me, uh-uh
Don't die on me now, uh

— Chorus —

You can't run away
You can't run away from me
You can't run away
You can't run away from me, yuh

You can't run away from me, uh
Yo... from me, uh
Yo... from me
You can't...

— Verse 1: Shaun Klaas —

No second chances if you do me wrong
Earn respect to get respect
Niggas think we fuck shit up
We ain't even reckless yet

Ain't no time to second guess I represent
Gang mentality developments, my mind's a mess
Rather I chase a dream and smoke with my homies
Got Mary on me, I smell like a burning forest whenever I hit the road
'Bout to treat the game like it just dropped the soap and fuck shit up.

I'm never capping, seen heroes turn into has-beens
From zero I hit a hundred like I got a shitty budget
We're never budging, you bugging
I'm chasing bags, don't even got a bucket

But we're mobbin' like, mhmm
But we're mobbin' like, mhmm
But we're mobbin' like, yah
But we're mobbin' like, uh

— Bridge —

Yo-yo
Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo, yo
Yo-yo, ye-ye, ye, ye-ye, ye
Yo, yo
Ye-ye, ye, ye-ya
Yo, yo
Yo, yo

— Chorus —

You can't run away
You can't run away from me
You can't run away
You can't run away from me, yuh

You can't run away from me, uh
Yo... from me, uh
Yo... from me
You can't...

— Verse 2: King Com —

Uh...
I praise the lord, the mighty all God
And we slaughter goats guess nobody can fuck
with us we're that godly, uh

Please send 'em location
Pro'lly they find us with snakes, Guccis, and Prada
Guess we're the only survivors, uh

Be compared with niggas who don't know money
I hate niggas who got money 'cause they always be up to something
In this game they always call me the beast
King Com out the leash, I'm a king and a god in the streets
You can't run away, this is paradise they throw me a pair of dice

Ain't no peace, yeah, dead or alive
Holy ghost, I'll never sell you my soul
These niggas barely got all these hoes
They be digging that gold

— Pre-chorus —

Don't die on me now, uh
Don't die on me now, uh
Don't die on me now, uh
Don't die one me, yo-yo

Don't die on me now, uh
Don't die on me now, uh
Don't die on me, uh-uh
Don't die on me now, uh

— Chorus —

You can't run away
You can't run away from me
You can't run away
You can't run away from me, yuh

You can't run away from me, uh
Yo... from me, uh
Yo... from me
You can't...

— Bridge —

Yo-yo
Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo, yo
Yo-yo, ye-ye, ye, ye-ye, ye
Yo, yo
Ye-ye, ye, ye-ya
Yo, yo
Yo, yo

Don't Die On Me Now

“Orange Leaf”
Written and produced by Shaun Klaas.

— Chorus —

Go slow
Soon as I can I'mma let you go
Just let me know
Ring the bell, baby, just let me know
I'll let you go

Think I can tell when you can't take shit no more
I'll let you go
Temper high, hope you make it home

Go slow
Soon as I can I'mma let you go
Just let me know
Ring the bell, baby, just let me know
I'll let you go

Think I can tell when you can't take shit no more
I'll let you go
Temper high, hope you make it home

— Verse —

Keep the photos for me, girl, you know it
Privacy the only policy for me, you know it
Privacy my only luxury, I know you know it
Lately got me feeling like a schizophrenic poet

Pour it up with your homegirls, right?
Get drunk, call me when you're fucked up, right?
Thought you didn't wanna get loved up, right?
Feel like I can never get you out of my sight, my god

Keep the photos for me, girl, you know it
Privacy the only policy for me, you know it
Privacy my only luxury, I know you know it
Lately got me feeling like a schizophrenic poet

Pour it up with your homegirls, right?
Get drunk, call me when you're fucked up, right?
Thought you didn't wanna get loved up, right?
Feel like I can never get you out of my sight, yeah

— Chorus —

Go slow
Soon as I can I'mma let you go
Just let me know
Ring the bell, baby, just let me know
I'll let you go

Think I can tell when you can't take shit no more
I'll let you go
Temper high, hope you make it home

Go slow
Soon as I can I'mma let you go
Just let me know
Ring the bell, baby, just let me know
I'll let you go

Think I can tell when you can't take shit no more
I'll let you go
Temper high, hope you make it home

Orange Leaf

“Faucet Interlude”
Written and produced by Shaun Klaas.

I hope you're breathing today
I hope you're breathing today
I, I, I hope you're breathing today

— Chorus —

I hope you're breathing today
I hope your skeletons stay in your closet, uh
Leak your secrets like a faucet, uh
Don't know limitations, nigga
Only thing I give a fuck about is caution

They're saying love is the answer, but...
Look at where that shit has gotten me
Yeah, uh, yeah

I hope you're breathing today
I hope your skeletons stay in your closet, uh
Leak your secrets like a faucet, uh
Don't know limitations, nigga
Only thing I give a fuck about is caution

They're saying love is the answer, but...
Look at where that shit has gotten me

— Verse 1 —

Road is getting kinda rocky, yeah
Niggas always trynna block me, huh
Everybody turning salty, yeah
Niggas scheming, turning ponsy, huh

I just do my shit in private, dive in, hit up Moolah
for the options, whether or not I should drop it, huh
Sound like “Huh, huh” when the hit me up for profits

Draw up the thesis
Whole lot of guap but the won't let you see it
Rhyme without reason, it's been like that for 'em every season
Feasting on every beat as I reach in my s'khwama to be all I can be
I see, they're leeching, reaching, I cannot hand out the key
Dreaming, only way to keep it breathing is losing my sleep

But still...

— Chorus —

I hope you're breathing today
I hope your skeletons stay in your closet, uh
Leak your secrets like a faucet, uh
Don't know limitations, nigga
Only thing I give a fuck about is caution

They're saying love is the answer, but...
Look at where that shit has gotten me
Got me, yeah

I hope you're breathing today
I hope your skeletons stay in your closet, uh
Leak your secrets like a faucet, uh
Don't know limitations, nigga
Only thing I give a fuck about is caution

They're saying love is the answer, but...
Look at where that shit has gotten me

— Bridge —

Breathe for me, breathe
I hope you breath for me, breathe

Breathe for me, breathe
I hope you breath for me, breathe

Breathe for me, breathe
I hope you breath for me, breathe

Breathe for me, breathe
I hope you breath for me, breathe

(Welele, welele)

— Verse 2 —

I gotta leave momma again
Told my cousin I'mma visit again
Said she love me I'll ignore it again
Here I am being poison again

Here I am with my head getting bigger
I'm just trynna be a regular nigga
Suffocating, see the plot getting thicker
Niggas growing, now my peers getting sicker, resorting to liquor

I ain't problematic but...
Seen nooses, wrists getting cut
Been searching for some bubble butts
Think I need something different
Cut from a different cloth
See I got a gut feeling kneeling ain't helping

Think I need me a couple slut shaming niggas so
I feel  equivalent to something
Life giving me a mini Rush Hour feeling
Got adrenaline and gin up in my system

Fuck being a little tipsy, I'm a little drunk
Can't tell me nothing, you're a little punk
You ain't gang-gang, you ain't slatt-slatt
Pack my shit and relocate, out chasing destiny and dust

Nothing much
Shit really changing, I ain't even trynna hit the club

— Bridge —

(Welele)
Breathe for me, breathe
I hope you breath for me, breathe

(Welele)
Breathe for me, breathe
I hope you breath for me, breathe

(Welele)
Breathe for me, breathe
I hope you breath for me, breathe

(Welele)
Breathe for me, breathe
I hope you breath for me, breathe

(Welele, welele)

— Chorus —

I hope you're breathing today
I hope your skeletons stay in your closet, uh
Leak your secrets like a faucet, uh
Don't know limitations, nigga
Only thing I give a fuck about is caution

They're saying love is the answer, but...
Look at where that shit has gotten me
Got me, yeah

I hope you're breathing today
I hope your skeletons stay in your closet, uh
Leak your secrets like a faucet, uh
Don't know limitations, nigga
Only thing I give a fuck about is caution

They're saying love is the answer, but...
Look at where that shit has gotten me

(Welele, welele) ×3

Faucet Interlude

“I, Sanity.”
Written and produced by Shaun Klaas.

— Chant —

Don't you open that door
Should I go for it? Should I wait a little more?

Talk like you know, know
Talk like you know it, boy
Talk like you know, know
Talk like you know it, boy
Talk like you know, know
Talk like you know it, boy
Talk like you know, know
Talk like you...

Talk like you know, know
Talk like you know it, boy
Talk like you know, know
Talk like you know it, boy
Talk like you know, know
Talk like you know it, boy
Talk like you know, know
Talk like you...

Don't you open that door
Should I go for it? Should I wait a little more?

I, Sanity.

“Nights In The Sun”
Produced by Shaun Klaas.

Nights In The Sun

PRODUCED BY ELITE EARS.
MIXED BY SOULÉ AMARI AND TECHWORTH.
MASTERED BY TECHWORTH. 

Orange Leaf

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