Name: Something I Can't Forget by Suicide Rascal
Duration: 2 min 39 s
Description: IT'S SUCH A PAIN TO THINK ABOUT DYING, BUT IT'S A PAIN LIVING TOO

YOU SAID IT WAS OUR LAST NIGHT, SO PLEASE JUST ACT RIGHT

PEACE AND LOVE I ONLY KICK SHIT WITH MY GANG

IT'S SUCH A PAIN TO THINK ABOUT DYING, BUT IT'S A PAIN LIVING TOO

Something I Can't Forget

I Feel Ugly

98KC "I Feel Ugly" (Feat. INDYSAUCE)

it was over before it started

POSTED IN MY ROOM FT. T8 WILL +GLOKMANE+

NOKKIA 2 𓂀

(lyrics)

CEDER
he ghosted where im posted
burner leave him toasted
shotty hit yo body bust yo shit 
and we dont boast it 
do do do
how we do 
32 it come for you
make the news 
pussy through
heat him up just like the flu
he ghosted where im posted
burner leave him toasted
shotty hit yo body bust yo shit 
and we dont boast it 
do do do
how we do 
32 it come for you
make the news 
pussy through
heat em up just like the flu

like bl2 know we came for the loot
came through the door send his soul through the roof
pussy he bold but he might end up dead tonight glock by my side watch it change his whole mood
shot hit his leg made that boy do the shoot
hit him shoryuken his head touch the roof
smoking the zip we dont cut up the pound put that boy in the ground with if he wanted the boof 

shot tonight who
uh
pussy we aimin at you uh
came with the tool
handy mandy how i bool
came for the jewels
in her mouth just like the juul
slut in my room 
fuck her fuck her fuck the rule

slit yo wrist yo bitch like this she come and kiss this dick
told yo bitch cant fuck with i dip wanna fuck yo miss
bitch so jelly fuck 2 melly like this like this like this
in her belly 
white bitch kelly
my bitch my bitch my bitch



that boy he dead to me 
member that shit that you said to me 
that bitch is nothing but head to me
entire room it was red to me
i got this tec on my hip like a phone or a bitch if you really wan step to me

i got this glock by my dick and im making it piss if you really want flex to me
cut that bitch off like vasectomy 
break her like law with a felony
way she get done said you sellin me
that bitch she bounce like she bellamy
i got this cock for a bitch with fat ass and some lips and that bitch she said sex on me 
i bump this shit in my whip cause i dont give a 

Anizeitshla

I just don’t focus on pussy you niggas look stupid we know that you cap a lot aye
I just be minding my business I don’t want your socials nor your backstory aye
Chill in the sun by the back door I’m doin push-ups you niggas not on yo shit aye
Fuck out my face and my room with the pompous shit don’t wanna hear fake honorship aye 
Run up to base then I run to the top I know ain’t nobody else catching up aye
Contraband contraband contraband I got the bands like a crop and the growth never stop
I got the I got the blade in my hand when I trip off the wok and these niggas won’t talk
Fuck with the vv I don’t fw Fiji I go to the spring but you niggas won’t see me

In the lot
Movin like a mob
NC-18 booked a room 
At the White House as a whole aye 
Feel like soul 
Might just eat yo soul
Witch hunter white scythe promise it’ll leave more than a hole


#freexenium

GHOSTED (ft. Anizeitshla) #freexenium

LYRICS:

BELLAGOTHISMISSING!

Think it’s getting colder outside
Or maybe Im the one who’s cold
I don’t got no where to go
I don’t need it anymore 

Throw my heart on the floor
I’ll be waiting I’ll be right here
Nervous sweat I’m fuckin drenched 
Someone wake me from this nightmare

Screaming karma is bitch
But I’m not worried who your with
Doesn’t make no fucking sense
I haven’t seen this in a life time

Situations getting tense
You fell in love with a witch
The kinda love that doesnt miss
Fuck I’m guessing it was my time

(Damn)

"i love you." but what i meant was -
i've never felt so much peace with another person. i can rest my mind and speak my heart for the first time without feeling judged or unwanted. i feel safe with you. i feel known. and for the first time i understand what real love is.

A sad postpunk song that represents a very sad and challenging time in my life, where I had been dealing with a breakup, a lost child, and homelessness. At the time I had felt lost in a wave of endless depression, and felt the only way to truly release positively was to create this song.. Hear the emotion in my words. This song truly represents the biggest fuck up of my life 🖤 until the next one

BELLAGOTHISMISSING!

It begins with the adventure, with love, and with the quiet bond between Jennie and the poet in Tenerife. Days move slowly, the sun painting the mountains, and together they walk, laugh, and sit in silence by the window. Their bond is soft and unspoken—Jennie watching as he drapes celestial white silk across his face, resting in meditation, listening not just to the waves of the island but to the weight of what’s still to come. She sees the way he writes, the way he records, hour after hour, poem after poem, as if something greater is moving through him.

And then, the whispers shift. The presence of his older brother grows louder in the Spanish nights. In the middle of poems, Othello’s voice pierces the veil, guiding, reminding, haunting. A message begins to form: not a farewell to Drizzy, but a quiet summoning, a call toward 2028. The recordings are not random; they are bridges, verses carrying a signal across time. Jennie can feel it too—that he is not just creating art, he is answering something only he can hear.

Drizzy’s reflection appears inside the poet’s mirror, the number 11 glowing back at him, the rhythm of destiny folding into sound. The whisper says 2027 is an ending, but Othello has given 1046 three years—a covenant sealed long before, an oath made when the ink of OA touched his name. The second verse feels like the ghost of Othello himself is writing, speaking through the poet, weaving the words into Drizzy’s orbit.

Spain is more than a place—it’s a vessel for the message. In this Airbnb, hidden from the public, 1046 becomes only what he was always meant to be: a poet. Every night beneath the moon, the wind instructs him to record, to let his brother’s hand guide him through the silence. Jennie listens, patient, watching the fragments turn into constellations, watching the poet dissolve into the astral conversations only he can translate.

This is the Poet in Tenerife. This is the whisper of Othello, the reflection of Drizzy, the love of Jennie, and the solitude of 1046—bound together under the stars, recording until the prophecy aligns.

#1046 #ThePoet #Tenerife #Jennie #AstralConversations #SpainSessions

BEYOND (PROD. ALVX)

Listen 2 The Player Across Various Platforms 

Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/artist/smoke-face-player/1748017564

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/3DMYXpZfAGO12bJgDnTEND?si=yPM3FxewTVujJLR5A5uY6A

YouTube: https://youtube.com/channel/UCmjfqlbqSaXid3uqACMvG9w?si=JlmioW_wInhtMhD

Something I Can't Forget

Suicide Rascal

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