instrumental stolen from Postmodern Jukebox - go watch the original with Kenton Chen https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jemgIOAjGDw
ORIGINALLY BY CHAINSMOKERS AND HALSEY 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

closer ( Chainsmokers & Halsey cover) Instr. Postmodern Jukebox

music video: youtu.be/9q7s6OCvhyg?si=dxCNdVnPeFddGQ8-

produced by yvngonce

@martoverse
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PARLAY

baby, let's get high [prod. tiresss, typhelicia, gk]

Put a price on forever as if you could ever.

Cell (Prod. k1ro)

Caramel

Produced by: @lei
Mix and engineered by: @lei
Written by: @lei

i just broke her back
i count these racks
i stack it up, these n***as mad
im speeding off, Mustangs and Hellcats
popping pills like they p***y
imma let the cat out the bag
no i never lack, my gun got a scope
green dot on attach
i yell out my slatt, he ready to attack
in a blacked out V, im off of the map
(in a blacked out V, im off of the map)
she fuck with my steez, oh yeah yeah
she fuck with my steez, oh yeah yeah

baby, you could tell that im crazy
everytime that i step on the mic
i feel like the angels are saving me
these n***as could never compare to me
think i give a f**k what n***as say to me
there aint nothing these n***as could say to me
pushing A to B, in the trap b***h, rocking raider tees
with a strap on me, n***as f**k with me
got a mask on, waiting patiently
f**k a fader n***a i be faded b
feel like MJ im off ritalin
check yo section, i know who you sitting with
get the function lit, bring a couple b***hes
i got prescriptions of a couple stitches
keep my ladies sticked up like a couple witches
peep the drip on me it aint nothing n***a
b***h i hang around thugs, i'll pull up, hit ya
promethazine to my f**king liver
i love codeine, imma sip forever
codeine, got a purple pitcher
seeing diamonds got a perfect picture
told them n***as i aint f**king with ya
smoke a n***a like a f**king swisher on slatt
on slatt

n***a better stop that talking, better get it popping potna
i got her off molly she rocked up, i got that b***h wrapped up
im like a mf snake, got her wrapped
like a snake i got that b***h wrapped up
check my bands check my net im racked up
dusted her, put her on the back-burner
skrt off in a f**king Tesla
i just popped me a f**king Tesla
cmon lets have some f**king s*x yeah
f**k that b***h i just want some neck, yeah
snuck a G6 on a G5 jet yeah
(yuh, yuh, slatt)
these n***as stay talking shit on the net
these n***as aint even see nothing yet
parlay just hit like a mf tec
money so long i could make that h*e stretch
im a soldier, general, im a vet
war seasoned warrior, blood on the vest
i took the pick through the mf trenches
pick 6 in this b***h, im bent
Gucci linen on the bed, im spent
tryna flex my Philippe Patek

i just broke her back
i count these racks
i stack it up, these n***as mad
im speeding off, Mustangs and Hellcats
popping pills like they p***y
imma let the cat out the bag
no i never lack, my gun got a scope
green dot on attach
i yell out my slatt, he ready to attack
in a blacked out V, im off of the map
(in a blacked out V, im off of the map)
she fuck with my steez, oh yeah yeah
she fuck with my steez, oh yeah yeah
n***a better stop that talking, better get it popping potna
i got her off molly she rocked up, i got that b***h wrapped up
im like a mf snake, got her wrapped
like a snake i got that b***h wrapped up
check my bands check my net im racked up
dusted her, put her on the back-burner
skrt off in a f**king Tesla
i just popped me a f**king Tesla
cmon lets have some f**king s*x yeah

(these n***as could never compare to me)
(think i give a f**k what n***as say to me)
(there aint nothing these n***as could say to me)
(pushing A to B, in the trap b***h, rocking raider tees)
(with a strap on me, n***as f**k with me)
(got a mask on, waiting patiently)
(f**k a fader n***a i be faded b)
(feel like MJ im off ritalin)
(check yo section, i know who you sitting with)
(get the function lit, bring a couple b***hes)
(i got prescriptions of a couple stitches)

808 BLESS THE TRAP

STAY MAD

Produced by: @henrik-einar-tresselt-berset [overseas]
Mixed and engineered by: @lei
Written by: @lei

(baby, yeah)
(baby, yeah, yeah)

she dont give it up to nobody
i got her tapped in to all these parties
yeah i got her turnt out off this molly
got her popping t*ts out of her Marni
i dont trust a soul, not nobody
but you showed me love, im so grateful
smoked up, hop out the big body
i put all the racks on the table

i could pull the racks off the table
i could do anything for you if im able
your my favorite type of syrup, your my maple
i got some syrup in my cup, real tasteful
i know why these p***y n***as keep hating, ya
tryna take my swag imma change it, ya
hopped up in this bag like this bape did
hopped up in this bag like my babe did
hopped up in this cat imma race it
that n***a talk bad, i'll erase him
slatt chase him, roll up and face him
she said how you pop them pills, i dont taste it

you dont gotta worry 'bout me, yeah
you dont gotta worry 'bout me, i'll be fine
told her that i took to many xans this time
fell in love with lean i love my lines
need to hit somebody up hit the hotline
you dont gotta worry bout me im fine
f**k that i aint fine, f**k that i tried
too many times
i cant lie, i cant get it right
but atleast i tried, atleast i-
aint lose my mind in a long time
aint lose my sight of your eyes
(when im with you i dont wanna die)

i think of you all the time
all the time, no lie

she dont give it up to nobody
i got her tapped in to all these parties
yeah i got her turnt out off this molly
got her popping t*ts out of her Marni
i dont trust a soul, not nobody
but you showed me love, im so grateful
smoked up, hop out the big body
i put all the racks on the table

(i need you to come here)
(i need you right here, with me)
(is that selfish, yeah, baby)
[you dont gotta worry 'bout me im fine]

NO-BODY

Produced by: @henrik-einar-tresselt-berset [overseas]
Mixed and engineered by: @lei
Written by: @lei

yeah, my b***h aint cheap
give her a couple a racks
or drugs, could've spent it on lean
told her i gotta make a track
everybody in the room gotta leave
n***as know i get busy in the trap
if you aint with me then leave
i smoke expensive trees
i never keep a girl i aint need
them n***as aint in my team
i brought that girl to the scene
these n***as dont ball like me
them n***as aint in the league
m16 i shoot heat
glock 19 with a beam
wake up everyday, its a dream
f**k my b***h i put her to sleep
wake up, count up, and repeat
wake up, roll up, and repeat
pop a k-pin im 'bout to geek
b***h im the kingpin they know in the streets
call up the troop call the mf fleet
she think im lying through my teeth
i got VVS rocks on my teeth
i spit diamonds every time that i speak
808, 808 on me
gang outside, told 'em wait on me
told her dont ever ever fake on me
they catching my swag, got the plague on me
im serving them plates, the plates on me
im serving 'em plates, i got plates on me
you aint all that how you hating on me
im serving 'em plates, i got plates on me
i got your h*e stuck up on-
i got your h*e stuck up on me
i gave her that meat, that salami
she like that im cool and bossy
these b***hes know better not to cross me
im serving her bass, got it
im serving her face, sloppy
im mixing the x with oxy
got the chauffeur waiting at the lobby
got this bad ass b***h to top me
she finna eat me up like tilapi-
n***a mad that i hit her, prolly
one thing 'bout me, no sorrys
she know that she f**ked up on me
dont matter, another b***h want me
and you know the rest of the story
(you know, you know, you know)
(and you know the rest of the story)
(you know, you know, you know)
(you know, you know, you know)

Patek Phillipe on my wrist, aint cheap
she wanna fuck on the gang, aint cheap
i think she f**k with the swag, im flee
i took my girl out the Saks for a treat
i told her get anything that she see
i gave her d**k after that, thats a treat
bahama-mama, she on the beach
lil resort, lil retreat
whatever you want baby, whatever you need
i got you and you got me
f**k them n***as, what they say about me
f**k them h*es, what they say about me
where you wanna go, we could just leave
rocking this gold from my head to my feet
forget about me, im off of this bean
i lied, im off of like 3

yeah, my b***h aint cheap
give her a couple a racks
or drugs, could've spent it on lean
told her i gotta make a track
everybody in the room gotta leave
n***as know i get busy in the trap
if you aint with me then leave
i smoke expensive trees
i never keep a girl i aint need
them n***as aint in my team
i brought that girl to the scene
these n***as dont ball like me
them n***as aint in the league
m16 i shoot heat
glock 19 with a beam
wake up everyday, its a dream

i got your h*e stuck up on me
i gave her that meat, that salami
she like that im cool and bossy
these b***hes know better not to cross me
im serving her bass, got it
im serving her face, sloppy
im mixing the x with oxy
got the chauffeur waiting at the lobby
got this bad ass b***h to top me
she finna eat me up like tilapi-
n***a mad that i hit her, prolly
one thing 'bout me, no sorrys
she know that she f**ked up on me
dont matter, another b***h want me
and you know the rest of the story
(you know, you know, you know, you know)
(all these h*es aint cheap)
(you know, you know, you know, you know)

AINT CHEAP

https://open.spotify.com/track/0IMDHo6h1qzld71rPg1mPG?si=kObgU-xTTim8oUm9jOFgXw

prod. chrxme

Falling

My first song ever about my favourite word

closer ( Chainsmokers & Halsey cover) Instr. Postmodern Jukebox

juxtaposer