Mildew

Nothin left to hear or say I wash my hands of all of you
Middle finger flippin fuck it keep the vision on pursuit
holdout at my spot my haze fills the room pack and smoke a few
no phone keep to smokin coolin chillen on my own we can't kick it bitch get a clue

drinkin permissable
Indica got me visceral
not stoppin til I blur the peripherals
no joke I inhale smoke til my bodies on the floor
bad for my health you dont gotta look
be real I ask that you dont


lets go I keep my ear to the floor understand you mad but what for
first to ignore drown in music and drink til im 6 below
only friends are the team the rest of you can keep dreamin
fuck what you thinkin bitch none of your factors worth redeeming bitch

Lie with dread on the floor I'm thru
Crippled to the core stress haunts me to the tomb
You tryna infest like a pest scrubbed off like mildew 
Try a yard in my shoes yet alone a year or two 
Best bet what I says is the truth 
Trust me I got nothing to gain lying to you 
Never tryna keep cool  
Ya Don't fuck with us do ya 
No love for ya on the real you know it's mutual

Hemlock

Decorporation (feat. Omni)

Captain bools at the station full of frustration

All aboard no time for waiting
Take formation

set for devastation 

drop zone on a bitch location  

Give a fuck

I know I’m not the only one but

Miss me with relations



Mister don’t play 

Dont fuck with what you say

unfortunately here to stay

give me peace keep out my way

Reprimand a grown man go rethink your life  

Hearing this and that 
So much so called insight you think you’d get it right 

people rather lie than listen they dont understand 

My girl asks me why I’m mad cuz these humans do me bad

they dont understand

Sometimes all I think about Is ended em 
Killing me in the process cuz bitch I ain’t much 
I know that’s somethin I shouldn’t be mentionin
but this damn world keeps bringing it up
leave me be and get fucked

Mildew

Stryfe Bools