Hyperpop

prod me 
[verse 1]
got a lot up on my mind can’t help it but stress it 
my mom told me the other day i need some anti depressants 
but nah i don’t need that i need some fucking essence 
i know that works for some people but shit is not my preference 

sometimes i wish you could see through my eyes 
and maybe there would be some things that you would realize 
that sometimes my intentions better than you think 
and it’s hard to say you know me cause i barely fucking speak 

[hook]
cl9udy you a mf tweaker
i cant stop listening this shit all up on my speaker 
dance to this shit till your mf feet hurt 
sit back watch and learn i’m a fucking teacher 

all my fucking friends turned to leachers
kick em off the team now they watching from the bleachers 
stupid penny pinchers they was just some fucking fienders
you a fucking loser bro come hold my fucking wie*censor*

[verse 2]
i don’t know what’s up with you 
but i been so damn stressed it’s got me all confused 
i been in my bed but i can’t get no rest 
i’m starting to think that’s it’s all my head 

i got memories coming up from the past 
don’t wanna think about it so i’m just gon push it back 
and honestly it’s hard to remember times i wasn’t sad 
and i just hold my feelings til i mf crash

living in fear by the shadow that’s following me 
i got some paranoia that shit keep on bothering me 
like who tf is that person that keep on following me 
cant help but look out of my window when i see headlights 
cause honestly this shit keeps fucking smothering me  
 i been done wrong way too many times when i’m gone 
i’m wondering who in my house that shit keep fucking with me 
even though nobody there that shit make me fucking scared 

[hook x2]
cl9udy you a mf tweaker
i cant stop listening this shit all up on my speaker 
dance to this shit till your mf feet hurt 
sit back watch and learn i’m a fucking teacher 

all my fucking friends turned to leachers
kick em off the team now they watching from the bleachers 
stupid penny pinchers they was just some fucking fienders
you a fucking loser bro come hold my fucking wie*censor*

cl9udy you a mf tweaker
i cant stop listening this shit all up on my speaker 
dance to this shit till your mf feet hurt 
sit back watch and learn i’m a fucking teacher 

all my fucking friends turned to leachers
kick em off the team now they watching from the bleachers 
stupid penny pinchers they was just some fucking fienders
you a fucking loser bro come hold my fucking wie-i-i-i-i

Tweaker

happy birthday 2 me <3 
all love to hallow
@avit69
@1hallow
cover taken by @coleslau
on spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/24Y6ZUvXsrLW9eIQUulaSn
[lyrics]
[verse]
she wish i was good at being something im not 
i waste all my time i think i wish it would stop 
she wake up at 10 and then she put on her makeup
and i still go to bed and hope that i never wake up
my ex just hit me up to tell me im still an asshole
im worried bout the future but im stuck on the past tho
im looking at my phone and i been talking for too long
and you thought that you knew me, you knew wrong.

[hook]
and i think its my insomnia
i could write a book on everything thats wrong with you
and i figured out that aint nobody solid uh
it started adding up i think that im the problem (x2)

[AViT]
can you, feel it
coursing through your veins just like its venom
toxic, posion, its keeping me alive but i feel dead inside
and everynight i stay up thinking how you fucked me up
and every toss and turn i do you haunt my every move
and i need you out my head
so i finally go to bed

[hook]

insomnia

insomnia w/ AViT (hallow)

Break Up Song Lol Feat. CL9UD (+ Pacific X ZBeatz)

okay bitch I’m on my own 
self made real shit used to not like being home 
now I’m always fuckin here just makin music getting stoned 
but don’t get it twisted lil bro cause I still stay with the chrome 

like really fuck you hoe you toxic 
fuck spendin bread on you when I could go an apartment 
gettin the fuckin bag ain’t no mother fuckin option 
cl9udy throw in frag I got some bullets that’s gon drop him 

okay bitch we chasin bag after bag after bag 
you can’t even say it’s fake lil bro like come and check the tag 
yo homie too fuckin slow so we call him a fuckin lag 
you pussy actin like a queen might as well put on some drag  

we pull up hit you with a chopstick 
you been on some opp shit 
Smith and Wesson 45 just make me wanna pop shit 

fuck around and get yo top split 
start the fuckin mosh pit 
play my fuckin music damn stoneware he got some hot shit 

 we made em quit now they don’t even wanna drop shit 
talkin all that hot shit 
you can get yo block hit 

9calibrr ain’t playin movin to the top bitch 
I don’t wanna fight I’m tryna let this fuckin glock switch 

we blowin gas blow the fuckin roof off right now 
we tryna make it out so we really just tryna bite down 
red dot up on his won’t get up when he lie down 
that boy asleep forever someone turn the fuckin lights out 

okay yes we get them packs in get them racks in
 .380 on my waist might fuck around and get to blastin 
this shit a movie swear to god it be lights camera action 
you got robbed ain’t no transaction boy quit actin 

okay bitch I’m on my own 
self made real shit used to not like being home 
now I’m always fuckin here just makin music getting stoned 
but don’t get it twisted lil bro cause I still stay with the chrome

like really fuck you hoe you toxic 
fuck spendin bread on you when I could go an apartment 
gettin the fuckin bag ain’t no mother fuckin option 
cl9udy throw in frag I got some bullets that’s gon drop him

Lag (+gchromes)

pull up then I walk in 
I’m way to fucked up ain’t even talkin 
trigger finger itchin I’m just tryna get some shots in 
caught him in a Buick turned his car into a coffin 
make it out the ville there ain’t no other fuckin option 

I’m 16 doin whatever the fuck I really wanna do 
you still cappin what the fuck like this ain’t even nothin new 
get these bands fuck around might buy my mom some jimmy choos 
leave him dead crush his head in he gon end up on the news 

get the drop 
then we spin the block 
up the fuckin chop 
talking shit over the net that’s that shit that get you robbed 
pullin out the fuckin forty this bitch ready just to pop 
shootin at you and yo shorty tryna see somebody drop

can’t be round to many people start to hurt my fuckin head 
send some shots up at his body now I think he need some med 
this pistol packin 50 bullets 50 targets on yo head  
9calibrr gon spin yo block and hit you with some fuckin lead

pull up then I walk in 
I’m way to fucked up ain’t even talkin 
trigger finger itchin I’m just tryna get some shots in 
caught him in a Buick turned his car into a coffin 
make it out the ville there ain’t no other fuckin option 

I’m 16 doin whatever the fuck I really wanna do 
you still cappin what the fuck like this ain’t even nothin new 
get these bands fuck around might buy my mom some jimmy choos 
leave him dead crush his head in he gon end up on the news

jimmy choo (+scruff)

prod mixed mastered @vincent
made art on my phone
demipop 4evr (‘ , -  )>


maybe i am paranoid 
thoughts are in my head
always kinda bored
fucks are in my way
what’s ur neighborhood 
repping street names 
are u good
i guess 

fake - fake it (i’m a class clown)
live ur life without me 
i hope that u lose it

thoughts are in my head
always kinda bored
fucks are in my way
what’s ur neighborhood 
repping street names 
are u good
i guess 

fake - fake it (i’m a class clown)
live ur life without me 
i hope that u lose it

Break Up Song Lol Feat. CL9UD (+ Pacific X ZBeatz)

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