pancake decisions

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Locked inside the room imma stay in for the summer
Yea I’m paranoid boy I got it from my mother
Do it to myself man I think I love to suffer
Italian jeans bitch my crack out like a plumber (Mario)

Im righting all my wrongs
I write it on a note
Put it up inside my soul
Money coming in flip it over somersault
Do it all again then again then sum more

More more more
I just need some
More More more
I just need some more dope up inside my lungs
Yeah I need me sum more drank im starting to buzz
Can’t believe what I did what have I become
Everyday that passes I just get more numb
More more more
I just need some more

Damier belt Helmut lang tee
Yeah maison margiela lambskin on my feet
God every night it feels like im dying in my dreams
Fell in love with my Glock punching would be cheating
I took it in the morning it should hold me till the evening
Its kicking in right now and it feels like I am sinking
Yeah aint no duck bitch its time to get to peaking (peking)

Thought I took enough but I just need some

More more more
I just need some
More More more
I just need some more dope up inside my lungs
Yeah I need me sum more drank im starting to buzz
Can’t believe what I did what have I become
Everyday that passes I just get more numb
More more more more more

MOR3

— 'balance, the mixtape —
CD → teklintowe.bandcamp.com/album/balance-mixtape ⠀⎊⠀ https://open.spotify.com/album/66b2plqOz4njT7wJhSaRqn ⠀⎊⠀ www.youtube.com/watch?v=2JSW-rqe6nM

【Balance】՞Notes (lyrica mix)՞⠀⎊⠀↗featuring— phreshboyswag↗↗↗produced by— thirty7min, tek lintowe↗

Big BS the 1 and Only 💤 S/o Harto

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Ima stack monarchs, you hear my barks?
The mean ima get guap.
These pussy they mad, they talk slop.
Send a dog three shots that mean it go; 
Bop Bop Bop.
Gelato in my blunt burn like gas,
He stand in the back with the seed that go pop.
If you think you a bad boy get popped.
Man I fuck up the head when blood drop.
Stick heed in believing the blood drop.
Why these man so pussy and pocket watch?
Like, tryna step in Carti and pocket a watch.
SI rock it a lot.
FP rock it a lot.
UK boy I come for your spot.
In the US I know BS knocking a lot.
When I fish I get bites, bites, bites.
Got my bitch just my type.
Not right like, clutching a stick when shit get tight.
Snipe.
All of my blunts they bite.
Like all of these man talk shite.
Like who the fuck gave these man one mic?
In LD off LD get guap.
I cannot stop.
Unless I’m told by my pops.
And my pops want me out the box.
I’m outside swinging my socks.
Fill them with rocks.
Flush raw, bumping that Sox.
Bumping the rawest.
Run from the cops.

Bridge:
I can’t work jobs, I hate my boss.
I am my boss, that’s how I rock.
Sip that hen on rocks.
Split that pen it’s raw.
Raw is it not?
Raw is it not?
Uh, kill em off.

Verse 2:
Each day I wake up miserable.
Each night I think about ending days.
What would I leave back here anyway?
I think about every way.
Like what if I hang or my shit bang?
I go out anyway, any day.
Sad to say.
Wake up every day and this shit still the same.
Lead fly like paper planes into my brain.
I’ll take on any state, take on any fate.
Know what god want from me bitch I’m not any face!
I kick ball like Boniface; I got a bony face.
Fix shit my woadie breaks.
I’m on go I got no breaks.
If you on my dick we can’t link up;
That shut fuck up my month.
I smoke dope I get dumb.
I pop sweets and I get numb.
You talk about pussy you get none.
Must think this blood shit is for fun?
You talk about pussy you are one.
I’m winning Europa; Lookman.
To all of my bros, I look up; to.
Can’t fuck with a dude like you.
Can’t fuck with a tube like you.
You man on the sus side too.
I’m on the southside too.
Together we stick like glue.

Paper Planes (Prod. bloody shield)

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Prod d0llywood1
I act like Im clueless free my bro he didnt do it
I jus got a distrokid check N ran thru it
Ram 1500 dat bitchll run thru ya
I jus passed out N came to
Yo bih came N I came 2
8ball like Im playin pool
U make da rules N I break da rules
Ion wait fa shi 2 get cool
Ion even rly get school
Wit my white boy like King Krule
In da trap watchin Tokyo Ghoul
It was life or death I had 2 choose
I hope dat I still have U
I got hoes Im attached 2
Doin drugs in da bathroom

New swag N a attitude
Ran up a bag cus I had 2
I kno they mad I was mad 2
I got off my ass N made somethin move
Emo bih bad N she move
In da rave tryna bag sumn cute
I been tryna stick 2 my roots
I cant do wat they want me 2 do
Im high asf Im tryna get some food
I had 2 make it out wit no excuse
I'll drop em off but Ion fw Bruce
I had 2 cut sum niggas out da group
I used 2 cut myself but now Im bool
She think she slime cus she bit da fruit
I get high N watch cartoons
Imma grind even if its hard 2

I act like Im clueless free my bro he didnt do it
I jus got a distrokid check N ran thru it
Ram 1500 dat bitchll run thru ya
I jus passed out N came to
Yo bih came N I came 2
8ball like Im playin pool
U make da rules N I break da rules
Ion wait fa shi 2 get cool
Ion even rly get school
Wit my white boy like King Krule
In da trap watchin Tokyo Ghoul
It was life or death I had 2 choose
I hope dat I still have U
I got hoes Im attached 2
Doin drugs in da bathroom

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