Caves

Morning Dew

What I Felt Like The Night I Died

What I Felt Like The Night I Died (prod. HeLL$HoT)

FREE DOWNLOAD: https://suicideboys.bandcamp.com/album/black-uicide
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Black $uicide

$UICIDEBOY$ x BLACK SMURF - ...AND SO IT WAS

Slowburn

Beat Producer : Delta
Mix & Mastering : Arboy

Lyric :
وقتی مینویسم حالم بدتر میشه
داره دلم تنگ تر میشه
توی مخم صدات میشه ریپیت هرشب
زیره خاطراتت با سیگارم میره فندک
واسه تحمله درد دیگه قوی نیستم
اگه نمیبینم تورو چشام ضعیف نیستن
وقتی گریه کردم واست یهو خندیدی بم
حتی اخرین نگاتم بهم زدی نیشخند
میگم نیما ولکن اون اَ پیله پروانه شده
میسازه خوب فرداشو خودش
نیما بوده فقط جفت شیشه حواسش به تو
حتی نتونست که ترمیم کنه زخماشو خودش
احساس تنهایی میکنم تو دله جمعیت
خودم دیدم نمیخوانم توی چشه اشک ریزم
منو بیخیال که منم یهو نصفه شب میرم
دیگه نمیبینین نیمارو تو جلده خندیدش
دارم راه میرمو ادامش معلوم نیست
اینکه دارم جلو میرم با نه معلوم نیست
شاید همه زدن اَ بیرون یه لبخند بت
اما چیزی که تو دلشونه معلوم نیست
زندگی بدرد نخوره
تاثیره دردش اَ چِشَم معلومه
منکه نمیکنم اعتماد به آدم الکیا
چونکه قلبم ضربه خورد ازشون یکم کبوده
نیما ادامه داد راشو با این سختیش ساخت
من ندیدم که تو بکنی درک هیچجا
نیما حال نمیکرد کسی باشه ناراحت پیشش
حتی موفع گریه کردنشم خندید باز
تو ولم کردی الان منم بام قرصامن
تنها شدم توی دلم آشوب دارم
توی دیواره اتاقم مونده قابه عکسمون
که من کناره تو معلوم نیستم تار افتادم
رفتی نکردی به پشتت نگا
هرچی خاطره بود دادیش توی مشتت فشار
بجور فراموشم کردی که یادت نمیاد
وقتی تنها بودی تنها بودم پشتت سه سال
دیگه تنهایی یه لیوانو یکه شب میرم
تو نباشی بم بزنه نصفه شب کی زنگ؟
عوض شدی انگاری که ماشروم زدی
حتی تو بغلم نمیکنی حسه امنیت

Paranoia ( Prod by Arboy )

[Chorus: Codeine Kiss]
Baby, no tobacco, smoking weed
Bad bitch, I lover
With your girlfriend, she like fuck with me
My lungs start fall of
I can’t feel my face, my head spin
I getting guala
Dirty thoughts, hang me on the tree
Don’t stop, don’t hold up

[Verse 1: Codeine Kiss]
Bitch, I popping tranq
Smoking loud
Pour in sea my blood
Devil, let me bounce
Smoke 2 ounce
Going in fucking club
She say love my sound
Starting haunt her
She wanna die
Blunt full of sauce
Forest house
Bitch, I high as fuck

[Verse 2: bruskiemane]
Play with the mane and you might just die
see im smokin fire, bloody eyes, lay you down on the ground it’s red light at ya gravesite burnin gardenias, while crying looking at the sky

[Verse 3: bruskiemane]
Smokin blunts to pass the time, days i wish i could rewind trippin on some shroom tryna rewire my mind, im tryna vibrate reach my proper mind state, elavated to tha divine state, while i hydrate, i been tryna feel alive mane, this experience been so dry got me waiting to shrivel up and die mane, so i wish you’d come try me mane

[Chorus: Codeine Kiss]
Baby, no tobacco, smoking weed
Bad bitch, I lover
With your girlfriend, she like fuck with me
My lungs start fall of
I can’t feel my face, my head spin
I getting guala
Dirty thoughts, hang me on the tree
Don’t stop, don’t hold up

No Tobacco

3am and im over it [Prod.dlm]

Graven

My Lullaby

LYRICS-

never knew why i felt so lonely
as a kid kicking back playing sony
pussy boy yea you fake and you owe me
back days taking molly almost od
you think you know me

snorting lines until my nose if start to bleed
do you hear my cries and pleads
focused wants but not my needs
smoke the shit i pick the seeds
now my breathe it keep a wheeze
always sick i might just sneeze

never knew why i hated myself
do this shit all on my own i dont ask for help
they leaving reviews just like it was a yelp
they hearing the raps dont see pain that was delt
oh well

shoutout to the organ donor that kept my own mom alive 
for her life i keep a strive
tho i wanna take my life
nothing worse then the results of suicide
so i might just keep it pushing every night
look to stars beneath the sky

never knew why i felt so lonely
as a kid kicking back playing sony
pussy boy yea you fake and you owe me 
back days taking molly almost od

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[VERSE 1: YUNG $CARECROW]

Locked in my room
Four black walls
Tie the noose
No recall
No resolve
Fuck withdrawal
Rather shoot up till I fall
Murder on call with the 59
Twenty years and it seem like a lifetime
I been hanging everyday from a lifeline
While these fuckers had a dinner every night time
Smo-smokin that dope off the foil let me ball
Hoe please don't call
Don't fuck with ya'll
Spray paint the walls
With blood and whatever
Drag you outside let you rot in the weather
I don't think I can explain any better
I'm $carecrow the terror
I live for the lesser
My birth was an error

[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]

i am the lord of loneliness
i'll hold my breath
just spoke with death
he said he hopes for the best
told him i'm roping my neck
then I woke up choking from the hole in my chest
somehow i manage to function and hope
every day got a lump in my throat
that's them pills swallowed whole
smoke a blunt and then fuck all these hoes
end up humping they throat
get the fuck away from me
i hate all of you faithfully
this world was never made for me
thankfully I'm trained to see
passed all the lies, the ranks, the scenes
i'll shank my knees then walk the plank and freeze

ANTARCTICA

** sinclairjustdied@gmail.com

ｂｒｏｋｅｎ ｄｒｅａｍｓ ｉｎ ｍｙ ｈｅａｒｔ

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣇⠀⠸⡇⠘⡄⠀⠀⢹⡄⠀⠉⠉⠓⠛⠿⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡀⠀⢷⠀⢿⠀⠀⠘⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠿⡇⠀⢸⡆⠈⡇⠀⠀⢸⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣧⠀⠀⢻⠀⢻⡀⠀⠈⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣤⣶⣿⡄⠀⠘⣦⣼⣇⠀⠀⠘⣷⣀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⡟⠁⠛⠷⠿⢧⣤⣤⣿⠿⣿⡀⠀⠀⢻⡧⢬⣽⣷⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡷⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⣸⠋⣵⡟⢙⣇⣀⣀⣸⠿⠛⠁⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣠⣾⡀⠀⠉⠀⠀⠰⣇⠀⠉⠛⠛⠛⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⢀⡼⠛⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⡴⠞⠛⠁⠈⠙⢿⣷⠤⣤⣀⣀⣹⠷⢤⣤⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠋⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⠖⠛⠳⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢦⡀⠀⠉⢿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡴⠛⢷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡴⠞⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢷⡀⠀⢹⡷⠦⣄⣀⣀⣀⣀⣠⠴⣶⣻⠽⠶⠛⠛⠙⠳⣤⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⣀⡴⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡇⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠁⠀⣠⠞⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢯⡳⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢀⡼⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⠀⣾⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡾⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣠⣿⣎⢧⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⣾⣧⣤⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⢀⣿⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣼⣄⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡴⠚⠉⠉⠁⠀⠘⢧⣹⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠈⠛⠛⠒⠶⠭⠭⠭⠭⠭⠭⠭⠭⠭⠭⣭⠭⠭⠭⠭⢭⣭⣿⣿⣿⠳⣄⠀⠀⣸⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡴⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠳⣌⡷⣤⣏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⢮⣝⠳⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠷⣌⣛⡶⢤⣼⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠳⢤⣽⣟⡒⠦⢤⣤⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⢛⡛⠷⠶⠬⠭⣭⣭⣩⣭⡿⡿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

What I Felt Like The Night I Died (prod. HeLL$HoT)

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