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RUNNIT VOL3

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Music 4 Smoking Joints Vol. XXX hosted @jaycasbeats

Bëd Side

Ok Kool

GLUTEN [PROD. BY DOWNTIME]

Photos in Soho (prod.rioleyva x Biinx1)

yeat - wat happën (NO REVERSE) (prod. Auzthekid)

Profits W/ Skowteen *Sober*

funknb
pluggnfunk
eu sinceramente nao sei

@esporteclubebahia

VEM ME DAR UMA CARTA SEM NOME

Lyrics_

Your voice echoes soft 
Everything comes with a cost
This life i made is tearing me apart

The years are burning away
But, i still feel the same
My bones will wither away
But my ghost will remain

I built a house of cards
Only to watch it fall
A haunting dissonance
Melodies that never resolve

The doctor gave me pills
Prescription chemicals
As i walk through the gate
I ran into a wall

Don’t go
Don’t go
I know im turning gray
But i used to be gold

Don’t go
Don’t go
Seasons change 
The cracks begin to show

Don’t go
The cracks begin to show

Don’t go
The cracks begin to show

Misery chose me
But baby you’re the only one who really knows me
I flew so high when i came down
I had a nosebleed 

I suffocate on the words
I can’t say
I’m choking
Memories corroding 

Its been so long since i felt like myself
Desperate for help
Are you there?
Can you hear me?

Im sick of saying the same shit in all of these songs
Ive been hanging by a thread for way too long

Don’t go
Don’t go
I know im turning gray
But i used to be gold

Don’t go
Don’t go
Seasons change 
The cracks begin to show

Don’t go
The cracks begin to show

Don’t go
The cracks begin to show

don’t go

Produced by @1sxprano
Mastered by @untilisayitsover

Figure it Out

nettspend - Nun But Nett (Prod zoot)

instagram.com/sholohbae
Produced by jacob

Downer

presave link : https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/riven/kut-up

throw sum hunnid

kut up (out now all plats)

prod. lunaa
cover shot by Andreas Duganoff

I’ve got some problems
I thought I was the same as ya’ll, I guess I wasn’t, yuh
Can’t blow my cover
Can’t go to parties if they don’t max out the volume

I just wanna drop the bass
Cameras flashing in my-
Cameras flashing in my eyes, LEDs light up the stage
Yeah I know I did ya-
Yeah I know I did you wrong baby, i’m forever changed
Cameras flashing in my-
Camera lights and LEDs light up when I drop the bass
Lower volumes? we don’t
Yeah we crank it up from lowkey straight to upper case

Don’t wanna be bothered
Not tryna hang out with these up n coming artists, nah
But I don’t gossip
I dress sartorial I used to dress in Robins, yah
Collect the bargains
Fuck going out we’re like 10 guys in my apartment
Step out in garments
These Donatellas ain’t got cracks i’m stepping flawless

One, two steps foreward
3 back again
3 things on my mind:
Booze, girls and death
Through darkness
I will prevail

If one, goes we’re all going
Same bucket bucket, past lovers, 
Past traumas
Look at what you’ve made

Lunaa - Gossip

@sybyr @bruhmanegod
I leave that bitch in the sediment
Ever since
I had a lapse with my relevance
Now I’m not going to heaven
And
The hell is for niggas who dead and ain’t reppin shit
Im feelin big like the president
Tell that bitch
Everyone that I do better than
Look at my family I’m dead to them
Bitch im the law 
Gotta be on my tekken shit
I shot his body I’m laughing
I ran out the class
It’s like I was on acid
Ran through the halls with 
The pack and 
Showed them the steel
Just like that nigga shaq
This shit is just my philisophy
Honestly 
You niggas better off popping me
I cause his death like a poppy seed
Kidnap his bitch
And I make a bukkake scene
Come through the door 
Like we Russians 
I kidnap the family
there ain’t no discussion
Bitch told me I was disgusting
I laughed and said nothing 
While fucking her cousin
Told that lil bitch I was bussin
Say sorry to moms because she heard me cussin
Regardless I don’t give a fuck and
I will beat on that nigga face like percussion

BMG:
I keep sellin em the word
With the curse
None the wiser
I be gettin paid
By the work
No retire
Countin up the fares
ion share
I'm a miser 
You look like you scared
You prepared
Yous a liar
Smokin with a lighter
I can hear you sizzlin
And I can see ya wire
Smoking with some matches
This shit aint a pageant
They called me a faggot
So i fucked em in the backend