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LET ME DOWN

LET ME DOWN [prod. Undead Ronin] - Remastered

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Back and forth you play the board
The score its yours
Suffer from the swelling
Chances are I'm dwelling on the past
Save the last dance
Never romance
No the buzz it won't last
Save the headache for the morning
What are you wanting from me
Calling me
Liquor's your problem I see
Wouldn't be sayin those 3
Under the influence
Back on your knees
All I'm tryna say is damn
You make it hard for me
Weaker than I'll ever be
A succubus suckin' out my soul its bliss

At first I was seeing potential
Now I'm regretting the day that I met you
Sippin' the bottle to try and forget you
Convinced in my mind that the devil he sent you
Caving in I call your phone and I hope that you're Pickin' up
Hate the fact you only wanna talk to me when you get drunk
Why do I like the abuse
Chemically physically mentally too
You strangled my heart inside of a noose
Yeah the liquor is not an excuse
It's three am and you're all alone
Had to much Tanqueray
Pickin' up your phone you see my name
I'm only one call away

A pretty lush
Pretty much
One more shot before we touch
Is that enough?
Enough's enough
If it's not lust
Then call my bluff
There's tension
Not to mention
I fucked up
But learned my lesson
Let it go
I'll count my blessings
Or rest In peace
With no possessions
Im weakened thinking
What's the meaning
In this game
I'm lost completely
Hot and cold
This empty feeling
If it's the end
Then kiss me sweetie

Just fade like the plague
Ima go missing
Don't worry
Your pestilence kill me
I'm drunk on it
You want me
You need me
You promised it
Calling me up at the height of the moon
Keep barking you a fool
A second more of my time
And I swear that I'll ghost
Who am I playing
I sweat when I see you approach
Not to mention I'm a head case
Just a little front to hide it on my best days
Now I'll never never know
What really was the best case scenario
You got my head fucked
Spiraled down into a black hole

Pretty Lush Feat. MVKO

Artwork by. Gavisaurio
Produced by. CXRPSE

BABY GOS:
Pull up with the gang and we leaving him slaughtered
i don’t want ur pleas ion fuck with u offers
sloth got the wine that he stole from ur casa
on god i’m on the one finna blow like i’m gaza

smoking and drinking don’t fw u cretins
if you got a problem u cry to ur god
i need him gone like that boy is some clearence
u say u gon kill me so why ain’t i gone?

stomp on his face and i bury em
mobbs, sloth and baby we look the minutemen
shining so bright bitch i’m radiant
don’t care for the dissing ong im not listening

u said u gon gon pull up im sitting here
that boy didn’t show up i guess that fear got to him
bitch you a bitch be obedient
he think we don’t know that he side with the opposite

i don’t know stop bitch i only know go
driving my auto right into ur zone
i put a tracker inside of your phone so u internet talking but i’m at ur home
bottle of henny a bottle of gin
skirt off in the whip with the black window tint
i got some enemies i got some friends some that gon love and some that pretend

MOBBS RADICAL:
desolation is key
my hip two guns no safe on me
gotta roll my weed in a fronto leaf
drift off zen mode like a bonsai tree
black screen the static front face with god
flesh bone and all gone rip it off
ray gun with a pack a punch
I might blast’em up you gone know the mobb
we gone kill them all
pockets too fat all I’m hearing ka ching
I think that Im writing a death note
the darkest of winter and hell of a spring
too busy I’m grinding to flex though
full seige all rise when I close my eyes
every night I sleep is a night I die
in a hellcat bitch I command my shit
living way too fast all the time gone by
I’m dead

$LOTHBOI:
I BODY WHAT I TOUCH
COUNT ON ME TO FUCK UP

Boy we aint the same
We in different lanes
While you smoking kush
I was riding trains

I was dead broke off the percs hoe
Robbin joints picking locks yo
This is real shit I aint cap bitch
Im the $LOTHBOI and I crossed toys

I done it all been through the fuck shit
Ran from the cops to the functions
I seen people die with my own fucking eyes
Fuck I made through all this dysfunction

The bunk shit
Took my brothers live
You a pussy gripping on a .45
I be a 40 deep so I’m swinging wide
I might beat you down till you fucking cry

Leaning over Im so fucking high
Climbing roofs and Im afraid of heights
Riding trains thassa thrill in life
Doing stupid shit till the day I die

Yuh

Give me a reason
Bitch I riding with demons
Holding em back till these chains fucking snap
Then I body your shit like I bodied this track

Facts

Bitch I be packing my bags
Flyin to cities just cuz of my raps
Working so hard I ain’t sleeping again
I create till I die bitch I want this my end

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GAZA w/ MOBBS RADICAL x $LOTHBOI [prod. CXRPSE]

FTL (Prod. Ryvn Beats)

Anxiety (prod. EYKEY)

prod. sixthells

I'm lost in a world but it's different in my dreams
Everything for my girl had to make some enemies
I just wonder if you heard what I'm saying on my beats
I've been driving in a hearse, fuck around and burn a church

I count bands on my bed, check my mattress when I'm dead
I don't care what they say, I came from the bottom and aim at your head
Spend a check on a vest
I keep flexing on my ex
Bitch you're next, yeah you're next
I keep coming for the necks

4 they necks

prod. sixthells

What's the cost of your life
Do the same shit everyday
I'm the ghoul in the night, here to take your pain away
And your misery won't make you bleed and I won't ever say shit
All of your secrets are safe, buried where your brain is
Tell the devil that I'm going to hell and back
Put the reaper in the bag, pistol whip it for the cash
Driving on the highway, she put her feet on the dash
Flying to the island so we escape all the masses

Baby please don't go yeah your nose is bleeding
She got horns like the devil I'm torn to pieces
I was stuck in a cage but I'm still getting paid, aye
Wake up every morning like what can I say

Bitch, what you talking bout
I can't hear you now
Yeah, turn the beat so loud, I can feel the sound
For everyone who doubt, put you in a ground
Yeah, shoot a couple rounds, never break a vow

Sip the wine all night, outside, no wait
Everybody don't cry, don't lie, don't fake
Everytime you drive by, I'm fly they ain't
Tell me what's the fucking problem I'm wide awake
Sip the wine all night, outside, no wait
Everybody don't cry, don't lie, don't fake
Everytime you drive by, I'm fly they ain't
Tell me what's the fucking problem I'm wide awake
Sip the wine all night, outside, no wait
Everybody don't cry, don't lie, don't fake
Everytime you drive by, I'm fly they ain't
Tell me what's the fucking problem I'm wide awake

nosebleed

prod. sixthells

Sixthells
You don't want my life
You don't want my life

We gotta move on anyway
See the dead, they keep on growing everyday
We ain't got love is what I'm saying
Feel the hate when they talk into my face

If you hate me stop the bullshit
Stop pretending you're offended
What I do it ain't for bitches I'm a product of my madness
Just by living on this planet everybody turn insane
Half the population want a buckshot to their brain
Another day up in the cold weather
Freezing til my soul shiver
I can't feel the bass, I need more just to feel better
Terror in the streets, more and more deceased
Everybody down, now we're turning into freaks

We gotta move on anyway
See the dead, they keep on growing everyday
We ain't got love is what I'm saying
Feel the hate when they talk into my face

departed

prod. Sixthells
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Just figure out a way to get this money
Back it time, I'm feelin' lonely
Just figure out a way to get this money
Back it time, I'm feelin' lonely

Just figure out a way to get this money
Back in time, I'm feelin' lonely
Put my dead friends in a duffle
Ride around the city tunnels
I've been low but no one care
I've been high but no one's there
I've been stuck inside this cage
I'll never break free from this Hell

Yeah I'll never break, I'll never run away
I'm getting tired of these rappers with no fuckin' name
Yeah they be fuckin' fake
They in it for the fame
I'll run you over with the mower
Till you fuckin' stank
Inside my mind I'm feelin' dead
But I still walk around with my blade up
Don't wanna test me, it's fatal
I'm tryna get all this weight off
Slasher, walkin' round the city block
I'm blockin' all these stupid thots
Yeah, fuck it, fuck 'em let em rot

Just figure out a way to get this money
Back it time, I'm feelin' lonely
Just figure out a way to get this money
Back it time, I'm feelin' lonely

Just figure out a way to get this money
Back in time, I'm feelin' lonely
Put my dead friends in a duffle
Ride around the city tunnels
I've been low but no one care
I've been high but no one's there
I've been stuck inside this cage
I'll never break free from this Hell

nosebleed

Sixthells

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