Donda 2

Get Lost

Seroquel

YEAT - DOÜBLE (METAL VERSION BNYX®)

playboi carti - NO. 9 (REMIX @king1ndigo)

Lost

COMMON (Prod. K. Rain)

I'm stuck in quarantine reminiscing of past times and trying out new sounds

Seatbelt (prod. Instinct)

Sherpa

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“Cavernous hits with clitoral licks bitch the main sitch is the ditch that your values have been,
Goin’ from,
Dipping in the whip straight to trippin my trig,
Nearer to a hit than a miss I’m clean with a glint,
The leader shit,
Rotten preacher spitting shit you don’t care to admit,
Hiding behind the blackboard when we know you’ve got chalk for ya wrists,
Leaving you pissed and dispensable crystal clear intentions I’ll give it a miss,
I’m too old for this shit, 
Pop ya like zits.
Locked and loaded fists there ain’t no safety switch, vacate the premises.
Ain’t got time for ya bullshit give you the slip slick snake catch my hands like a mystic.

Locked and loaded fists there ain’t no safety switch, vacate the premises.
Ain’t got time for ya bullshit give you the slip slick snake catch my hands like a mystic.

Out here palm reading bottom feeders and bin cleaning chemical breathers.
Forlorn demeanour with teeth marks upon the hands that feed ya,
Silly creature over incumbent from scraps they’re leaving ya,
Segway from the head of Medusa herself,
It’s for your health, stick to the aquarium shed your skin til your bound in the filth, 
Snap crackle drop the attitude and cop a rat to the gob, catch you kissing the frog, main bitch be Snow White and I got this bag full of fog.
The smog too heavy around the alleys we dwell smells of frankincense and tobacco smoke the atmos for real, is surreal, that’s the appeal.

Locked and loaded fists there ain’t no safety switch, vacate the premises.
Ain’t got time for ya bullshit give you the slip slick snake catch my hands like a mystic.

Wizard on the spot hunting bog bodies otzi the iceman, 
a loincloth made by Louis Vuitton upon my pelvis, 
Got you having conversations with the shellfish,
In a primordial state, ooze breaks through parched lips,
Coming up for air the tooth fairy pops your teeth out with plier tips righteous fighter white knight smite on site mid flight he just might just crack a hissy fit so be nice.
Spinning heads, let em rip, lyrics got them snapping ligaments.”

Vacation

Lost

St. Slime

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