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WHEN IM ON THE ROAD I KNOW I MISS HOME BUT WHEN IM ALL ALONE I NOTICE ITS HOME

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TRACK #2 “STRAWBERRY KREAM”
PRODUCED BY SPHYNX
FEATURING
ILLUSIONLUNA
WYNTER
KUSHKOSTA

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LYRICS

ILLUSIONLUNA

Watch how you talk when you talking to me 
Load up the choppa and take out ya team 
He want a feature he gon pay the fee 
He big goofy mothafucka wannabe 
Madhouse the set bullet holes in yo tee
Close off yo casket you split into three 
No ben n jerrys i get to the
N no ben n jerrys i get to the cream
Strawberry diamond my neck start to gleam
Straw strawberry diamond my neck start to gleam

KUSHKOSTA

Cruisin down the street grippin on my fuckin 45
Ima aim it at yo skull and leave yo shirt tye dyed
Trigga finga itchin ima leave ya fucking ma crying
Madhouse what im reppin and my niggas always down to ride
Load the smith n wesson
Boy you better get to stepping
Cause my niggas fucking reckless and we smoking out in Texas hoe
Blowing dank
Nigga all I smoke is dank
Errday, trynna fwm ima have to go and catch a case
Kosta mane yunno all I slang is dank
Trippin off these shroomies mane i think im bouta go insane
Trynna pop some xannys I ain’t trynna feel my fucking face
Shawty pop a xanny all she trynna do is gimmie face
That bitch say she love me but I know that bitch is playing games
I don’t wanna fuck cause all I’m worried bout my fucking cake hoe

WYNTER

Better open yo safe or ill aim yo face
Madhouse da gang
Don’t you try its a waste you gone make me 
insane imma create a case
She passed me the blunt hit it once it was 
laced
Heart made of chrome im alone in way 
I’m in yo home wit yo dome on display
Jumped out the zone
Call my phone hate to say but i 
rolled me a bone skeleton 
Who gone pray
Huh
I got 99 problems and a bitch is 
one
I tried to pick em like my colors I probably been switched up
Won’t get a dime outta me unless you 
picked it up
He tried to dry snitch on me them niggas
zipped him up

817MADHOUSE - STRAWBERRY KREAM (PROD. SPHYNX)

SelfBlame

1/5, first of the “AtWarWithMyself” collection by NFTR.
817MADHOUSERECORDS

AtWarWithMyself

Lyrics: 

Skeleton broke in my body won’t get by
Left in the dirt with the worms under moonlight 
Wishing for better I’ve never been alright 
How could you tell me youll change and then switch in a moment these words like a sharp knife 
Making my blood ripe 
I don’t feel safe in my skin so I cut mine 
Life on the line been a feeling internal see death coming near sight 

Far sight running up money luck falling duck shade thrown 
Fill the blunt 
Light it up 
Done with the days gone 
Way ive been living still fucking things up though
hate me or love me I’m left in the back cold
push me and leave me dejected I get it I’m trying though constant reminded im back down 
Bliss in the violence erupting my head loud 
Just like the blunts coughing smoke see the gray clouds 

Take me away to a place nobody could taint 
Nobody take 
Nobody in place

Further my face on the concrete stays as I cock back gun hoe let it go bang 
My fate been arranged hate still in my veins
Late trapping in play make money I’m paid 
Though broke all the same I wade in my misery waiting to tank fake people around make living un great 
Unjust no pain that you really know mane
I’m bringing the plague hoe get out my way or get flat when I shoot ain’t a stray 
I wanna aim at the face watch you fade as the light slips away 
God been a figment of hell I won’t pray 
Living for self but myself couldn’t pace what im feeling so driving my car in a lake

DaisiesOnMyDeathBed

SAFE ROOM

STING

Return Season

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charlie%27s_Angels

Preppy Gxd Steven - Can't Dance, Still Do the Shit

(Yeah)
(Yeah, imma need like three changes of clothes on a light day)
(Yeah)

(Chorus)
Ayy, I'm preppy and I can't dance but I still do the shit 
I rubber ban to the bank, joined at the hip
My skin is fresh, my hair and smell is clean 
My body is fitted out in preppy shit
White socks past the ankle, I pray, I stay thankful 
Golfing on weekends getting cream with the the gang, that's a crop circle
Clean girl aesthetic only, you're my angels (Charlie's Angels)
I stay collecting cardigans and comfortable sweaters, I can't really dance, I can't tango
I still dance though (still dance though)
I'm preppy God Steven, snap my angles

(Verse 1)
Can't dance but still do the shit
Hot box before I dress to go out to defume the hits
Dry clean fresh, bright colors, like french tips
Shades on my nose, carefree pose, hey dude shoes on my sole (on my sole)
Preppy God right here you've been told
I never fold, visit my backyard party I have a bar in my home
The only person who could top my prep level would be a clean clone
Never a blemish on my cheek or dust on my coat
If the function is rough and dirty I don't go
If the function is rough and dirty I don't go 
I wear boat shoes even when not on my boat
Me and the guys have been popular since middle school football (Thanks coach)
My clout never falling off 
The idea makes me scoff (Yeah)
Puffing on my corn pipe, gas too clean to even cough
Preppy as hell, clean streak, dropping hits
Preppy God too clean, Steven can't miss
I choose the prep life forever, simple fashion, laid back, cool, crisp
(Crisp crisp)
I choose the preppy shit
(Prep prep bitch)
(Prep prep bitch)
(Prep prep bitch)

(Chorus)
I'm preppy and I can't dance but I still do the shit 
I rubber band to the bank, joined at the hip
My skin is fresh, my hair and smell is clean 
My body is fitted out in preppy shit
White socks past the ankle, I pray, I stay thankful 
(Golf, golf) Golfing on weekends getting cream with the the gang, that's a crop circle
Clean girl aesthetic only, you're my angels (Charlie's Angels)
I stay collecting cardigans and comfortable sweaters, I can't really dance, I can't tango
I still dance though (still dance though)
I'm preppy God Steven, snap my angles

(Verse 2)
My bars squeaky clean let it dawn on you I'm soaping through 
Never made cash from crime but if I did it would be laundry too
Barely ever wear the same fits, hey that's dry clean only boo
Ironed all my khakis with a crease, my clean style is old news
I'm a problem on this mic, come up and get washed too
Started a couple successful businesses from home, that's a tax cruise!
Every sock of mine is white like snow they slip into my boat shoes
Never needed a tank of sharks to help fund my moves, my dad taught me how to move
Sportin shirts with a collar or crew neck, I'm flushed with dollars
She say she cries cuz my fits too clean, baby shower
Never edgy only straight laced but my tracks still devour
Tied my sweater around my waist, that's model hour (model hour)
Stress free like I eat on gold plates 
Barely through my twenties and I'm retired

Can't Dance, Still Do the Shit

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