blakk wrld

I take a breath 
inhale a swisher full uh killa smoke
then lite my cigarette 
the type of shit im burning up get ya lungs choked n leave em blessed
mentally im like a sore thumb 
too different 
i can't hide from it unapologetically a threat
ain't no guidance for a kid 
but we grow to be the pests 
broke n ignorant is where we kept 
so i never gave a shit 
life's a bitch 
she throw her hits 
i hit her back 
feminist
shine so bright with every gem on ya neck 
in my light ya ass still be just a silhouette 
when im high 
i feel like the whole world in my scope 
I'm on the outside looking in
this is how I cope

but is sobriety really a tunnel vision 
or am i addicted to the feeling 
of escaping my feelings 
this weight i carry is chilling 
cold world on my shoulders 
no wonder i be burning bridges

Burnin Bridges (prod. Lvcien)

money talk 
N ya pockets plead the fifth 
I smoke dope 
til my sockets bleed the splif 
tuck a rocket in my pocket jeans and jet 
leave em rotting I ain’t even break a sweat 
work the graveyard shift
We make avante-garde hits
these ain't bugle boys bitch
these goyard pants
Pain I can see it in her eyes though she do her best to hide it
i know you tired 
like the michelin man 
recipe for disaster 
deserve 3 michelins man 
mix the Hennessy with a pitcher of Guinness and wham
could never figure out what it was im really after 
hardest part is learning not to give a damn
i was never good enough for love 
mama raised a monster 
the way always fuck shit up 
I took a heart 
and i broke it 
I crashed the whip 
it was stolen 
she say imma asshole 
bitch i already know it 
what hurts tho 
I really got a lot of love but hardly can I show it

Avantgarde Hits (prod. Lvcien)

Lyrics:
Don't even worry bout it 
If she really loved me? 
I question but I doubt it. 
I should out it 
Find an outlet, spout it 
All these feelings in my head 
Feels like I'm drowning 
In an ocean 
On top of the the chaos and commotion 
So many emotions 
But I still feel dead inside 
Let it go? Maybe in time 
It will all be alright 
Despite 
Deeper darker holes than space 
Inside my heart soul and mind 
Where you aimed the gun, 
pulled the trigger at my blind side 
im fine. 
Tho my heart stopped beating I didn't die
This should be a crime 
But it's karma 
To all the broken hearts I should've warned ya 
I was just empty and lonely 
And just looking for a one night stand to blow me 
I played with your feelings like it was all a game 
But for you it was real I should be ashamed 
You were hoping this would go somewhere 
You gave me your time 
But I didn't care 
So it's only fair 
I experience the pain 
Of giving all and not getting the same 
I've been thru the game 
Lonely hearts never wanting more 
Than to see a chance walking out that door 
A chance of tears that could create tsunami tides
A chance you could fall with just looking in her eyes 
No need to get in between her thighs 
Seems unlikely 
so give up on that might 
Cuz there's only cries 
And lonely nights 
Drinking to you fall asleep 
And lose sight 
Of everything slipping away in front of your eyes 
That's how it is 
Don't even trip 
I think we all knew what we was getting in 
But that don't change the fact I miss you
And wish I did differently 
Tho sometimes I wish I never kissed you 
And fell in love 
They say the harder the withdraw the stronger the drug 
And I'm hooked on some shii that gave my heart seizures 
She said "you'll regret when I leave you I'm gone." 
I guess I should've believed her 
cuz now im all alone

Glass Hearts (prod. farber)

when shit hit the fan
real niggas step up 
matter fact we ready for it 
got no time to play catch up
all the strength my moms mustard up
to make sure we fed 
n ain't falling for the set up
how we not fed up 
when the whole world hoping 
that the feds catch us 
or we get wet up 
where i'm from thats how a lot end up
still i can never let up
where I'm from
maintaining 
is letting the drugs turn you numb
n the niggas tricking,
hoes getting pimped is dumb
gotta keep ya heart ice cold 
n two poles 
that's how it is on this earth 
sometimes i feel like a miner 
digging tunnels deep in the dirt 
tryna find the gems formed through 
the pressure n hurt 
i listen to the melody 
and put together these words
maybe it's not a cure 
I know it could always be worse
we really got it out the mud 
y'all niggas posers
i'm just tryna elevate my bread
Til I no longer gotta carry the toaster
under attack 
that's how i know i'm destined for posters
never go back on the pact 
my brothers keep it intact 
y'all can't run with the pack
And you know this 
cuz all them niggas around you is straight bogus
life keep turning like a mill 
Dreams of touching my first mil 
cuz we was skipping meals 
starving and missing bills
mama checking her drawer 
n see she missing pills 
pops is getting pilt 
opps is getting peeled 
with banana clips 
my personality split
used to look up to the hero 
til i understood the vil
shit but i could never be two face
too baked to face my reality 
of people too fake to place 
any trust just malady and malicious intent 
wear my heart on my sleeve to cover my aces
everybody wants to be lit
if it means to escape the iron bracelet
that high like a neurological face lift
just to keep that smile on my face i gotta get intoxicated 
blunts i'm facing
problems i runaway from i never face them
so i'm liting a match in a city of fumes  
we gon leave this city in ruins 
pack straps backpacks full of clips 
that leave the sky blacker than a total eclipse 
like a bonnie tyler song 
but this life been left us heartless

BEYONDTHESEPLASTICTREES (PROD. LVCIEN)

Sleepy Pop

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