Headlights (prod. sxilence)

Lyrics:
wake up from the dead i gotta get that wake and bake
bloodshot soul with a gaping hole put the blunt right to my face
daily gettin faded and you know i know my place
if you think im garbage fucking say it to my face

where did the days go, i just been runnin the payload
gotta stay lay low, smoke in the room every day tho
im feeling useless, dont wanna do this
i cant undo this, how can i prove this

suffocating while it wrap around my throat
i could never get a handle of the way it do the most, im fucking drowning in the fog im going under while i smoke
i never learned to swim and now im stranded with no boat

fading out while im rolling up the spliff like, whoa
i cant float so i take another hit like, whoa
im a ghost and im nothing but a myth like, whoa
heres a toast to the brain cells that i split like, whoa

wake up from the dead i gotta get that wake and bake
bloodshot soul with a gaping hole put the blunt right to my face
daily gettin faded and you know i know my place
if you think im garbage fucking say it to my face

dont think that you'd blame me if im smoking all the time
only really do it just to feel like im alright
please just get me through it feels like nothing in my mind
baby get me high, baby get me high

Bloodshot

morgue dress

residential. - morgue dress (santana)

caving in (hurt for something)

sewerperson - bedrock (yusei)

[Intro]
I'm not doing as good, as I really wanted to at the start
(Beam me up Scotty)
I'll probably fucking die in the next few months or something with my luck

[Chorus]
Hopeless nights tend to forget about the sickness till it's time
When I'm rid of all the fucking pharmaceuticals or prescriptions
Sliding through the real world on vomit from my system
What the fuck is wrong with my life
I'm weaning off of everything that kept me sane at night
Every scrape or cut or bruise or sore is cancer in my mind
Preemptive sick days you never know when you might die (RIP)

[Verse 1]
When you might die about a thousand fucking ways to do it everyday of life
Not a fucking lie there's shows about it on spike
Danger's real and it exists inside your mind (Fucking mind)
I don't give a fuck if you pay me, no royalties make it easy
Put every purchase on my Visa my food money could buy a Mercedes
Miles don't give a fuck and they praise me (Oh), minor fevers might phase me
Haven't ate in a couple days, so even shit could look tasty (Yuh)
Puking in a Starbucks bathroom, then I order from the menu
Organize loose plans, so they fall through
I'm really good at cancelling when I want to
At this point I don't know if I want you
Really good at fucking up when I got you
Really good at dodging everything about truth
If the book of lies exist I'll make a part two (Okay, okay)

[Chorus]
Hopeless nights tend to forget about the sickness till it's time
When I'm rid of all the fucking pharmaceuticals or prescriptions
Sliding through the real world on vomit from my system
What the fuck is wrong with my life
I'm weaning off of everything that kept me sane at night
Every scrape or cut or bruise or sore is cancer in my mind
Preemptive sick days you never know when you might die

[Verse 2]
What is this scene, I don't wanna fucking die
I'll make music about awaking to the smell of apple pie (Shit is yummy)
There's no clout in here if you're enjoying life
I don't fuck with anyone who uses sadness as a high
All emotions are my vice, firm relationships I like
I got molten lava touch if you want talk about something fire
Put piano in rewind and I can spit verses all night
I can tell you life is shit in songs it doesn't make it right
I've had friends I like a lot, but I drop them out of spite
If I block out all the guilt bet I could ghost them over night (I'll fucking ghost)
I'll fucking ghost, I'll fucking ghost (Overnight)
Okay, okay, okay

[Chorus]
Hopeless nights tend to forget about the sickness till it's time
When I'm rid of all the fucking pharmaceuticals or prescriptions
Sliding through the real world on vomit from my system
What the fuck is wrong with my life
I'm weaning off of everything that kept me sane at night
Every scrape or cut or bruise or sore is cancer in my mind
Preemptive sick days you never know when you might die (Fucking die)

9TAILS - liar (prod. scottysplash)

[Intro]
Yeah, woah
(Taylor 'bout to fucking flex)
Let me clear this up

[Chorus]
Dying, never felt so right (Never felt so right)
Frightning, that it feels so right (That it feels so right, that it feels so)
Lightning flashes, all throughout the night (Throughout the night, yeah, throughout the night, yeah)
Think I'm dying when the ground goes bright, ayy, yeah

[Verse 1]
All my words poison, you should wear a hazmat
Brodie moving dope, hide it in his ass crack (Just hide that shit)
Homie, why you gotta do that
You just want a laptop
So we sellin' loud packs (Loud pack)
He don't wanna do this
Buddy wanna write raps, on a new mac (Gimme me that new mac)
Chop it up, move this product
I don't wanna do this
No dreams, heavy gas, good music (Good music)
Money dreams that shit too lucid
Is too real, yeah, that shit too lucid
(Taylor 'bout to fucking flex)

[Verse 2]
I've been working on my own (Own)
Balled up, home alone (Alone)
Mailman, I'm a big dog
Throw the dog a fucking bone
Take a shower, get stoned (Stoned)
Call me up, get toned (Toned)
Number dead, new phone (Yeah)
Only one I haven't told (I haven't told, Yeah)
Yeah, only one I haven't told

[Chorus]
Dying, never felt so right (Never felt so right)
Frightning, that it feels so right (That it feels so right, that it feels so)
Lightning flashes, all throughout the night (Throughout the night, yeah, throughout the night, yeah)
Think i'm dying when the ground goes bright, yeah

9TAILS - ugh (prod. young taylor)

son!c

Special

bruh i say "got good gas smellin like asscrack" in this wtf was i on also why has noone acknowledged it?? is this world even real?? something to think abt

breathe easy (with sorrow bringer)

Dancing With The Devil

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just happy to be here

Dancing With The Devil

Softheart