you could burn me alive if it would make you feel better (X4)

i ain't got nothin to live for anyway
anything i say just ends up comin out the wrong way
sorry if i hurt you, i think i've just had a bad day

no capacity for love, don't know if i'm even sorry
don't know if i even can be
why am i so fuckin empty
no capacity for love, don't know if i'm even sorry
please don't tell me that you love me

you could burn me alive if it would make you feel better (X4)

burn me alive

will i feel this way forever or will i finally choke
on the lies i tell myself, or on the pills i take to cope
when will i finally croak, my whole life's a fuckin joke
empty pockets, always broke
wish i was hanging by a rope
ain't got no soul
ain't got no home
ain't got no hoes
im all alone
poppin pills until i doze
put a bullet in my dome and then call it a day

im goin insane
puffin on dope just to cope with the pain
roll up my sleeves and i sharpen the blade
just let me sleep i don't wanna remain
blow out my brains and i'll be on my way
the only way i'll be free of my shame
dead in the dirt with some piss on my grave (grave)
after a while they'll forget my name
kill me and cast all my claims to the flame (flame)
send me to hell i could never be saved (saved)

Forever?

flex a lot even tho i got nothin
ain't shit in my bank account, yeah bitch i'm frontin
ain't change the fact that i'm still out here huntin
pig duckin, ho fuckin, ay
rollin up a blunt and imma bout to get to puffin, yuh
puff away the pain until none of this shit mean nothin, ay
residue up in my nose from all these pills i'm huffin, ay
never get no love and so i'm always fuckin druggin, ay
fuck you

(haha, anyway...)

Don't care how you coming all you haters you mean nothing 
SMC turn up the function yea we get it bumping 
Pull up to the scene, yea you know ya boy stuntin
Bottom of the barrel SMC we come from nothing 
Don't be quick to judging 
Niggas try to run up on me then they quick to fold 
Bitches try to ride me like a motherfuckin flow
Takin everything up in the motherfuckin store
You already know how I'm coming through the door VVEB a heartbreaker, leave you crying on the floor 
Gave her ass everything and she still be wanting more 
Trip around the sun, this my twentieth 
Fingers on my soul 
Forever independent SMC can't be controlled 
On the mic is the only time I ever talk
So when I spit my rhymes all these niggas stare and gawk 
Fuck with SMC we'll leave your body in some chalk

get my drip from the thrift shop, lip gloss
on my dick, bitch givin me top
don't stop, boutta finish
slick with the hip hop
fuck around and imma make the glick pop
till that shit lock, kickin till it make my wrist pop

SMC on top bitch, go and get a mop bitch
blood all on the floor, that shit is leakin from a opp, bitch
fuck a cop, bitch...
this rap shit is fuckin slop, bitch

(uhhhh... fuck it, i'm done)

LIP GLOSS

LIP GLOSS (feat. VVEB)

i ain't got nothin but bad luck
don't ask me how i been, never been better
you will never find anyone fuckin deader
it's ok, i'm in my lane, drip gettin wetter
(x2)

all i ever do is lie and lie
to keep my head quiet so i can lie at night
i got panic in my mind tonight, feelin like i'm fuckin runnin out of time
fuck it, i got nothin, no drive
got every reason to cry 
no tears in my eyes, you might think i was fine
feels like i've already died and come back a thousand times
i can't read between the lines, i'll just snort em til i'm fine
no drive
got every reason to cry 
no tears in my eyes, you might think i was fine
feels like i've already died and come back a thousand times
i can't read between the lines, i'll just snort em til i'm fine
 
i ain't got nothin but bad luck
don't ask me how i been, never been better
you will never find anyone fuckin deader
it's ok, i'm in my lane, drip gettin wetter
(x2)

BAD LUCK

Nights

DEADER THAN BELA

maybe a coffee and another cigarette will fix me
pop a pill to numb the pain, it's makin me feel dizzy
got this feelin in my mind no one will ever miss me
druggin just to stay alive, i'm fuckin up my kidneys
it's a sin to tell a lie, my pain it ain't a mystery
etched in stone, the struggle's a part of my family history
black sheep, it feel like nobody fuckin gets me   
gash deep, i'm just tryna purge my fuckin misery
all alone cause openin up is so fuckin risky
i think i'll just keep it in and sip a fifth of whiskey
i think i'll bathe in my sin and let the fire kiss me

fuck it
watch my body turn to ash, yuh
nothin
is ever within my grasp, ay
huffin
and puffin then finish last, fuck
runnin
fast as i can from my past, huh
strugglin
to keep my fuckin brain intact, shit

let me rest in peace, my heart filled with nothin but sorrow
everyday im prayin that i don't wake up tomorrow
everyday it feel like the time i'm livin on borrowed
stay the fuck away, leave me alone, i'll take the hard road

i said let me rest in peace, my heart filled with nothin but sorrow
everyday im prayin that i don't wake up tomorrow
everyday it feel like the time i'm livin on borrowed
stay the fuck away, leave me alone, i'll take the hard road

Alas, the Clouds Hang Lower than Ever

thought things through, and i don't get it
worn and used, my bones are plastic 
sought things new and i regret it
burn my wounds and close my casket
(x2)

baby, when i'm dead you can have whatever's left of me
i been out my head strugglin to cope with misery
when you lie in bed i hope that you fuckin think of me
all the things i said that made you lose all of your faith in me
ever-present dread that stays buried in your memories

i know
you deserve more
you deserve more
than i could ever be

thought things through, and i don't get it
worn and used, my bones are plastic 
sought things new and i regret it
burn my wounds and close my casket

Do Yourself a Favor and Forget I Ever Existed

the heat can't make you sore if you're dead beneath the floorboards
the heat can't make you sore if you're dead beneath the floorboards
never striving for more, you turn a blind eye to the warlords
until they're breaking down your door to add a tally to the scoreboard

think if you do all your chores you'll be spared, but to them you're a statistic
it's not even sadistic, it's just business, sell you a ticket
make you stand in line for your own execution
hang you, break your spine, or maybe electrocution
and they'll call it retribution, your ticket to absolution
just another life taken by an institution
a system of oppression, depression and persecution
a violent insurrection is the only fuckin solution
if you can't become disillusioned you'll stay a slave to your grave
waste away for a wage, wait and wait for shit to change
ever locked up in your cage as eyes look down on you filled with hate

the heat can't make you sore if you're dead beneath the floorboards
the heat can't make you sore if you're dead beneath the floorboards
never striving for more, you turn a blind eye to the warlords
until they're breaking down your door to add a tally to the scoreboard

The Future Has Been Foreclosed

Better with Time

We All Die Someday (feat. VVEB)

SMC IS A MOVEMENT, FUCK A LABEL

bad music for bad people

i drop everything here as soon as it's done, check playlists for album releases

burn me alive

somnolentus

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