hate music

LYRICS:

limping through the forest
arrows in my back
babygirl don't get too attached
baby it's too much to unpack

ashes to ashes
dust turns to dust
bros gone fold
tell me who can i trust

ashes to ashes
dust turns to dust
november growing cold
tell me who can i trust

running from myself
turning down the help
interviening with the demons
micreant motel

changed the number to my phone
got nothing else to say
im good im great im straight

changed the number to my phone
got nothing else to say
i think i got enough on my plate

what you wanna hear
how im feeling all alone
how im tryna right my wrongs
how im crying through these songs

how i did some people bad
how I cant forgive myself for that

what you wanna hear
what you wanna hear  
let me whisper sweet nothings in your ear

the phone keep ringing

6 missed calls (prod. curly!)

LYRICS:

bloodstained glass
cuts on my hands
cloaked in insincerity
hiding my own insecurities

drowning i'm drowning
i'm swimming from the shore  
feeling unsure
feeling like its like something else out there
feeling like its more
feeling like its more

everyday i'm learning
everyday confused
everyday i'm seeing different views
everyday everyday everyday
everyday repenting for my mistakes

flames on the ceiling
wallpaper peeling
grease fire in the kitchen

ash in the air
smoke in my eyes
i done burned down everything by sunrise

destroy everything
tear it all down
break it all up
rip it all out

burn unit
third degree
burn unit
a sight to see

burn unit (prod. curly!)

LYRICS:

whispers in the wind
telling me to quit
whispers in the wind
telling me to flip

overcome with sin
feeling sadistic
whispers in my ear
all that love was counterfeit

for your viewing pleasure
a funeral for ten
all my closest enemies
served a cold revenge

got a hold on the line
tight twisted cables
frayed black feathers
spread my wings like an angel

pleasure or pain
it all feels the same
ink in my body
metal in my face

chinks in my armor
blood on the blade
cant face the mirror
i'm rattled with shame

running from the memories i made
running from the man i became
i see my father in the mirror
wipe my tears but
my vision aint getting any clearer

whispers in the wind (prod. curly!)

if you or a loved one are having suicidal thoughts please seek help.

call 988 to reach the Suicide and Crisis Lifeline.

you are not alone.

intro (prod. lecture)

log 001

LYRICS:

six shooter sally
sinking in the saddle
laying in the valley
staring down a barrel

the cowboy roams
all on his own
nowhere to hang his hat
nowhere to call home

rode in at night
in the morning he's gone

no soul in his eyes
living life withdrawn

iron on his hip
help the strangers get along

tales trapped behind his lips
the silent longhorn

tobacco smoke stains his fingers
an smidgen of hope still lingers

six shooter sally
laying in the valley
sinking in the saddle
growing unhappy

six shooter sally
laying in the valley
staring down a barrel
awaiting the finale

six shooter six shooter six shooter

placing pins on a map
they told him x marks the spot

six shooter six shooter six shooter

walls caving in he's feeling trapped
but he's   got a way out on my lap

six shooter six shooter six shooter

six shooter sally (prod. curly)

LYRICS:

razor wire ricky
the restless bandito
creeping through the streets
blending in incognito

slugs on his chest
bandolier over the vest
maintaining his rep
building walls up to his neck

always on guard
he's ashamed of his scars
sleep is for the weak
he'll rest in the graveyard

chasing dirt naps
so he take another risk
knives in his back
pretty bangers on his hip

razor wire ricky
on the road again
disguising himself
dodging the lawmen

razor wire ricky
always ready for a fight
little did he know
the boys got him in their sights

watching what he's doing
seeing what he did
keeping close count
of all the pigs that he bled

wanted by the world
he got thousands on his head
doesn't make a difference
if he's living or he's dead

cold nights in the cavern
ducking the patrol
he thought he was alone
but the story unfolds

razor wire ricky
he going out shooting
he started slinging lead
you woulda thought it was a movie

razor wire ricky
got a price on his head
he wont stop squeezing
until everybody's...

razor wire ricky (prod. curly!)

as darkness envelops the night
the lid closes on a creaky coffin
the immortal man disappears once again.

thank you <3

log 003

LYRICS:

back outside still dressed in black
lost myself i’m coming back
once you cut no coming back
i’m the one and that’s a fact

poker chips on my shoulder
got the devil on my back
heart on my sleeve
she on her knees tryna get me back

pushing trucks i’m having fun
saddle sliding in the mud
had to make them horsies jump
blacked out paint inside blood

still floating in the flood
still filling up my cup
still do my own stunts
i hit road i’m getting buck

tire turning wheel spin
i’m on fire kaioken
times get dire grab the pen
i’m still repenting for my sins ~

i’m spinning out
watch your mouth
i still get wild

large amounts
i keep account
of all accounts

in the house
i keep a cobra
in the couch

getting loud
i let that fire
drown em out

back outside again
blacked out tires spin
can’t keep crying man
got god on my side again

getting fried again
couldn’t hide it man
who am i fooling
i’m excited by the sight of sin

hide my pain within
i let it bubble in my skin
stand over rubble
scarlet puddles dribble out the pen

creep when the rain falls
midnight on a late crawls
i pushed the fakes off
i cut em off with chainsaws

i bring the horses out
i let em take the reigns off
still bombing in the whip
i feel like 8 ball

you boys is cake soft
i hope that hating pays off
i fucking hate y’all
y’all two face like face/off

demons on dinner dates
she wanna clean the plate off

devil on my back (prod. curly!)

LYRICS:

i’m outside with the vagrants
tears in my eyes i still smile with the fakest
i hope you hear my frown when you play this
i’ll make my momma proud when i make it

spent too much time being jaded
gotta have patience picking who i masquerade with
i’m off the case quick baby you got face it
i’m nobody to play with you just the one i lay with

i apologize
here’s a pot of lies
a pot gold for crying eyes
a winding road
lovers entwined

i hope you still along for the ride
i hope you hit my phone when it’s quiet

i’m back outside again baby
you on my mind again baby
you can hit my line again baby
the phone lines quiet again baby

phone lines (prod. skin)

LYRICS

watch out for them boys
watch out for the noise
can’t hear em when they talk i’m too faded
i’m too jaded when i’m faced with two faces
i get blood on my fucking shoelaces

stomp a hole in the plans that they making
can’t stand it when the fans get the faking
if my bed feel vacant i fill it with vagrants
these the mistakes i was raised with

got too much on my plate but i made it
crumbs on my fingers and my face stomach aching
i got my own pain baby save it
i made my own lane and they hate it

how many days i been alone
how many times i hit your phone
and you act like you ain’t home

that’s what make me hit the road
cuddled up in a cove
but i’m still feeling cold

she ain’t the one that i want
just the one that i hold

what you know about being abandoned
what you know about feeling like you stranded
what you know about being all alone in a crowd
what you know about hiding your frown

what you know about the homies coming round
and you still give em daps and a pound
they don’t know that you sleep with a pound
they don’t know you wear a rope like a crown

slugs (prod. skin)

LYRICS

i’m tryna find out where we stand
i’m tryna find out if i fall will i land
old text on expired phone plans
brown roses in a dead man hands

warm bodies in a cold romance
hand in hand both feigning our stance
eyes wide shut with a porcelain mask
having a ball both doing our dance

twisting our ties even tighter
we only found love through a lighter
i’m a liar and you playing with fire
chasing my desires i’m playing with a viper

we stayed up pulling all nighters
crows still chirping on the black phone wire
can’t listen to the vultures
or kick it with the stalkers
they might crumble the empire

can’t fumble what i built i got wiser
singing praises i don’t listen to the choir
in the moonlight i crept like a spider
all the dark days gone make me shine brighter

forgive me for all of my sins
forgive me for playing to win
forgive me for all that i did
and all that i been

forgive me for the tears you can’t get back
i’m spilling blood with my pen and i meant that
i’m walking through the mud tryna get back
to where it all started man i miss that

forgive me (prod. skin)

music video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8CLkxMtT900&ab_channel=SKIN

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LYRICS

i don’t even feel like rapping
i don’t even feel like this is real life
i don’t even feel right

it’s more blood on the page
i brandish brand new blades

i swing my sword with precision
cut the pores out my pigment

i can’t stop painting
where my pain is
can’t stop feigning
like i ain’t anxious

staying up late
waking up later
swallowed by the sheets
of my despair

i’m still living
still here
still living

mice in the halls that shit regular
my stomach bubbling from all the sedatives
their medicine really ain’t helping shit
so i smoke until my mind go clear

i don't even feel like rapping (prod. skin)

LYRICS

i’m seeing faces that ain’t there
when i stare at you
if i can’t trust my gut
i can’t trust no one that’s the scary truth

i’m feeling berry blue
i think i’m bout tear in two
you ain’t my fucking friend
you play pretend like tarantino do

too many times
i seen behind enemy lines
too many clowns
the frowns hide in their disguise

another white lie
tearsdrops falling from the sky
they fade into a shade of gray
that i don’t recognize
-
friends turn to foes
family turn to strangers
they think i’m being cynical
i think i’m dodging danger
-
seen my brothers turn to bandits
that’s what got me here
seen the brains stuck in his hair
that’s what got me scared

im spilling all my tears
im facing all my fears
i let my defense down
i hit the ground i’m saying all my prayers

i start to see it in their stance
i start to read it at a glance
heathens start deceiving 
they might need an ambulance

won’t give them boys a chance
to make their cruel advance
before that circumstance
i’ll bloody up my bootstraps

tarantino (prod. skin)

LYRICS

i’m still searching for my friends
i can’t find em they keep hiding they hand

i still feel like the man
even though i’m sinking in this quicksand

i’m stuck in my old ways
i’m standing in my own way
i’m tired girl it’s been a long day

or some long days
i can’t keep track i’m on the wrong page
i skipped to the chapter reading doomsday

why my foes linking up
why they still playing tough
like they ain’t never show me love

i keep a cradle in the clutch
i wrap a baby in a dutch
i’m burning all my feelings up

i’m tearing pages out the book that i can’t stand

foes (prod. skin)

LYRICS

another catastrophic crucible
i kill the roots like rumors do
i’m spitting warm venom off my frigid tooth

im spilling liquor in the booth
i find it hard to face my truth
i’m trying not to blow a fuse

faces talking to the side of me
saying what i gotta be
i keep on breaking ground til they proud of me

silhouettes dance in the street
i slip on bottles when i’m weak
i keep on falling to my feet

another silver screen
another film i gotta read
gotta keep the cries quiet when i scream

peasants keep they mouth wired when i eat
i slip and slide on bald tires when i speed

stick to the script don’t do no meddling
put a zip to your lips i got my metal in
don’t do no settling i wait for larger settlements
i laid my head in dread before i fled
but that’s irrelevant

tough love or tough luck
the million dollar question
i always leave em guessing
or regretting my impression

crucible (prod. skin)

LYRICS:

dead man walking
in the summer
i’m still froze

spilling all my woes
still make heathens
touch they toes

blood on the paper
that’s just how the story goes

fighting off the crows
down to my skin and bones
-
walked outside greeted by the sunshine
can’t see the sky cause it’s tears in my eyes

she wanna be mine wanna know where i reside
i’m somewhere in a castle on a hill i been hiding

locked in the dungeon tryna get out of my mind
in a cage of my design i think i’m running out time

ghost in the hall sending shivers down my spine
can’t face the mirror keep on running till i’m tired
-
clock keep ticking still standing in the rain

blurring up my vision smoke clouds hide my face

spilling all my pain put the pen to the paper

kick it with them haters i treat you like a stranger

still in my face man it must be the vapors

keep on playing games tough luck see you later

dead man walking feel like the undertaker

dead man walking (prod. skin)

LYRICS:

i been creeping out
real silent
she say she love me 
i smile but i doubt it

tainted teardrops
she keep crying
cold frozen lip locks
we just vibing

think i gotta go
look at the timing
gravedigger hit the road
i’m still flying

dead roses growing old
can’t deny it
she been tripping on my phone
off psilocybin
-
gripping on that chrome
tears in my eyelids
something might be really wrong
i’m tryna hide it

i’m tryna fight it
might take another vyvanse
think i won’t be satisfied
until it’s quiet

she think i’m 1 of 1
i think she 1 of some
why you still on my phone
if you ain’t wanting nun

i been fucking up
my feelings keep on bubbling up
thought i could control
everything i’m running from

still growing cold
waiting for the sun to come
flipping through the old scrolls
like i don’t know enough

moping round feeling down 
still been showing up
4x4 rip the road
pull up they know it’s us

i’m in that tonka truck
i pull up picking boulders up
boy you better watch your hoe
cause she might go with us

psilocybin (prod. skin)

LYRICS:

certified in cemeteries 
i’m a dead man

in the night she getting buried
she a big fan

crows on my arm they gone swarm
where i stand

all my zombies marching
look like a big band
-
i lead the living dead
all these skeletons my friends
she wanna see my bed
but i’m feeling on her friend

such a starving artist
painting pictures on her chin
these crows keep on calling
steady stalking where i been

i'm tryna hideout
it ain’t nun to find out
she been crying out
girl it’s time you ride out

thought it was a drought
she gave me mouth
i almost drowned

thought she was my spouse
i pick another out the crowd

she wanna come around
wait your turn til i’m in town
running through the dungeon
all my brothers underground

combat boots
i dress my troops for battlegrounds
all black platoon
under the moon we on the prowl

silence when i count
she kiss my collar like the count
she creeping through my followers
and now we falling out

i been creeping out
i’m back outside making my rounds
she wanna see my house
took her to cemetery grounds

cemetary grounds (prod. skin)

music video: https://youtu.be/ytTBIZtgmiE?si=21k6c_1qqcP1d0WV

LYRICS

i’m outside with all different type of ties
i’m outside with all different type of guys
pictures on her hips she flip pistols when she flip
it’s dark inside my head so i flip visuals off my lips

add one to the list
i been creeping through the crypt
kissing all my corpses
it’s ghost inside my crib

take one of my ribs
i got nothing else to give
still crying spinning tires
trying not to live
-
midnight vampire
creeping through the crypt

i like the shine
of blood on my lips

time stands still
depending where we is

night time thrills
scarlet dripping from her wrist
-

kisses on my collar
crimson in a bottle
she been such a good girl
doing what i taught her

blood stained lips
i been on the same shit
i forgot her name
so i call her nameless

angels gain their wings
feathers frayed a grey tint
such a twisted game
playing with the gravedigger

cobblestone coffins
i been chilling on the stones
fingers growing cold
i might bite down to the bone

crypt (prod. skin) [mv in desc]

LYRICS:

don’t tell me what i wanna hear
tell me what your biggest fear is
show me where your ribs is

rip the veil off the flesh prison
you way too frail to be acting this big

kisses lost in the mail
you too distant
this ain’t a fairytale
so i kick it with my mistress
don’t be malignant
baby it’s only business
it’s something that i want
and ima get it

pink drinks i pour up potions look like portals
i know that i could score you
i don’t think i’m good for you

oh the horror
in my mind is something horrible
the blood sucking vampire
knows that he’s deplorable

i’m just warning you
i wish that it was four of you
i know that you thought more me
sorry i disappointed you

found more to do
sorry i been ignoring you
roses turn brown
i been mourning those cold mornings too

oh the horror (prod. skin)

LYRICS

i’m outside looking regal
canadian tuxedo
she peeking through the peephole
but angels see no evil

fractured mind too feeble
and a silver tongue too lethal
your hoe getting repoed
soon as i meet her

all black attire
looking sharp as a needle
i’m fighting off my demons
i been creeping through cathedrals

black tires slip and slide
i’m ripping off the wheel
dead guys in redeyes 
we dying on this hill

i scribe out a will
twisted feathers tattered quills
think i gotta chill
i just got another kill

ghost in my rearview
i’m spinning when i steer
she know where i live
she wanna come over and chill

spill another scripture
dripping pictures off my lips
enchanted to the crypt
now she showing off her hips

i dip you dip we dip
we sharing secrets with our skin
she asking where i been
i seal the letters in a kiss

chickens cross the road
i make a hippo hop a fence
that’s who you came with?
i turn your date into a dish

whispers leave a stain
i’m in her brain 
i’m playing tricks

it’s such a twisted game
i can’t contain my language
—
took a whatcallit
now i’m feeling nauseous
exhausted and haunted
we all die young

crows keep swarming
i look gnarly
cold chrome calling
we all die young

see no evil (prod. skin)

LYRICS:

silence when i creep
shadows in my sheets
she wanna be with me
i make my demons beg and plead

strobe lights paint the streets
color me in grief
late night i can’t sleep 
i might find peace in magazines

set another scene
sell another dream
i’m spilling out the seams
i paint a portrait in her jeans

flip out with my freaks
these falling feathers obsolete
kisses on my cheek
the taste of teardrops bittersweet
-
keep my mistress collared
she leave kisses on my collar
red dead revolver
she say she love the color

doing what i taught her
turn your missus to a martyr
onyx on my armor
like my fabrics a lil darker

crows come round when i pop out
couldn’t stay down so i dropped her
boy what the hell you talm bout
i’m playing with bands like a rockstar

you ain’t my man’s come proper
combat boots was made for stomping
i creep round with some monsters
we in the function and it’s jumping

keep making noise (prod. skin)

this is what sally sounds like

lyrics:

cocaine fragrance 
the no name vagrant
think we related
on a no name basis

i know who he is
tainted tales inside my tears
facing all my fears
got me shaking in the mirror

stories in my ear
she must love the taste of tears
sally spinning stallions
tires gliding on the hill

taste the twisted steel
onyx tires twisting wheels
pain inside my pen
for all the feelings i didn’t spill
-
i just called a killstreak
i think i gotta chill
she been hollering all week
i’m getting all my meals

i chase all thrills
said i like her tall heels
blacked out bandit
i look like pall bearer

shifting automatic
double clutching all year
said he want some static
hold on buddy, woah there

could be standing tall
you could be laying long there
it could be pictures on the wall
let’s try to get along here

all the feelings i didnt spill (prod. skin)

lyrics:

combats boots when i roll up
extreme steel doing donuts
can’t be brushing shoulders
that’s exactly what i told em

drift a bulldozer
drop black stallions in the motor
i keep leaning over
dropped like five inside my soda

{she asking for closure
i hardly even know her
i’m a stone roller
she just lucky that i chose her}

she wanna put her toes up
flip suicidal doors up
treat her like a mutt
she go nuts when i hm yeah
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scarlet face ripper
silent grave digger
pigs on a plate
you gotta pay to play with her

cemetery seamstress
she stitched inside my jeans
divas in my diet
velvet violence in my teeth

face ripper (prod. skin)

lyrics:

creep out like the count
i’m tryna clear my mind out
if im sliding out
baby you won’t find out

thought it was a drought
she spilling tears all on my couch
she seen my account
she tryna fit me in her mouth
-
creeping through the shadows
i bring cattle out the house
belt adorned for battle
i still travel with my hounds

she been tryna rip my face
i put her in the pound
different states and dinner dates
i been out of bounds

-
i’m a road ripper
tryna get my rolls bigger

playing in the snow
she tryna get her nose bigger

cold chrome triggers
paint a rose gold picture

road ripper (prod.kudzu)

lyrics:

sally scope the room
in scarlet shoes

swapping our tattoos
it’s nothing to do

creeping on the wire
she wanna clear my conscience

fleas to the fires
my mind filled with violence
-
i creep out in silence
tell the crows keep hiding
road ripping rally
tires flipping saddles (sliding)

she wanna get higher
i wan see her lighter
crows clip the phone lines
times growing dire

straddled in the moment
got us swapping our components
cigarettes rolling
i got smoke for all opponents

six shooter sally
rose gold medallion
phone on hold
i’m on the road with a stallion

fleas (prod. skin)

lyrics:
she act like she know me
she been way too nosey
sally still stuck inside
i been way too cozy

bald tires rolling
baby that’s old me
scene full of posers
pocket full of posies
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rose gold stones
homegrown got me choking
feathers in the phone
she exposing her bones

draped in collared crows
i don’t know why she chose
scarlet red toes
a bloody nose got me fffffff
-

viscera and violence
scarlet red vibrance
crows clip the phone line
i rode home in silence

drifting while i’m driving
i feel like i’m flying
case gone cold
on the rode with a stallion
-

case gone cold
lips sewn closed
she want me
s’all i know

case gone cold (prod. skin)

lyrics:

skinhead
skinhead
skinhead
sloppy tattoos cover my fitness

skinhead
skinhead
skinhead
steel toe boots might give you stitches
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my all black boo handle her business 
all black troops jump out the ditches
i been working hard tryna make a dollar
busting open boots to pay my (penance)

all black threads poem painted scarlet red
all black boots tattooed skinhead

skin

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