"I wouldn't jump but jump lickety split...
Pushin’ me, pushin’ me..."
"I wouldn't...pushin me, pushin me 

I wouldn’t jump, but I jump lickety split (split)
Mind’s gone sick, it’s hard to commit (commit)
Neurotic thoughts, they suck me in quick (quick)
Can’t ditch the trick, man, I’m losin’ it (whoo)

Pushin’ me, pushin’ me, it don’t quit (nah)
Tongue swollen, yeah, it’s been bit (yeah)
Burden’s heavy, but I carry it legit (carry it)
I’m on edge, man, I’m losing grip (grip)

I don’t know how much longer I can take it (nah)
The faster I fall, the harder I hit it (hit)
Too late to pull back, the fuse has been lit (lit)
Explodin’, unloadin’, this shit’s legit (legit)

It’s too late, the fuse been lit (lit)
I’m fallin’, I’m fallin’, I’m losin’ it (losin’)
The harder I hit, the harder I slip (slip)
But I can’t quit, I can’t quit… I’m on edge (on edge)

("Yeah, yeah, on edge" )

This pain’s real, yeah, it’s never fake (nah)
Every time I move, I feel the weight (weight)
I keep pushin’ back but I still break (break)
How much longer can I fake this state?

Push me, push me, I’m outta breath (breathe)
I’m in the red, feelin’ close to death (death)
Neurotic thoughts like a shattered glass (glass)
Ain’t no fix, no way to get past

How much longer...
How much longer...
The faster I fall, the harder I hit...
On the edge... I’m just driftin’...


It’s too late, the fuse been lit (lit)
I’m fallin’, I’m fallin’, I’m losin’ it (losin’)
The harder I hit, the harder I slip (slip)
But I can’t quit, I can’t quit… I’m on edge (on edge)

( "on edge, on edge" )

F-f-falling...
I’m… fallin’... (fallin’)
Can’t... stop... (stop...)

rplayin-I Remain

On Edge

On Edge(HD)

MISS THE RAGE

"Commitment Issues" dives deep into a hazy world of trust, heartbreak, and emotional detachment. With laid-back flows, distorted melodies, and raw mumble vibes, this track captures the pain of not being able to love fully — even when you want to.

Commitment Issues

You used me, bitch

Yeah…
Head down, heart heavy…
Texas chains still clank in my dreams…
(Mm... yeah...uhh…)

Walked in that court, face down, bro
Saw moms cryin’... said “hello” real low
Judge stare ice, man asked me stand
Told me I’m nothin’ but a stain on this land (skrrr)
Outlaw blood, yeah I wore that brand
But now I’m just a ghost in the system’s hand
He said,
"Boy you gon’ grow, learn pain, understand…”
Yeah… (uhhh)
Then the gavel came slammin’ down hard like... bam!

“I hereby remand you… (yeah...)
To the Texas Department of Corrections…” (uhhh)
Locked down… like a beast in a cage (locked up)
Sittin’ alone, just me… and rage (and rage)
Ayy… yeah
Here I’ll stay, do my time (time)
In that place where hope don’t shine (nah)
But I keep grindin’ through the pain
Yeah, I’m tryna break them chains

 “…free…Yeah”

Ten years old in my mind again
Back when joy lived beneath my skin (uh)
Now I’m starin’ at concrete dreams
Feelin’ like I broke my own bloodstream (damn)
Sat alone in the cell, just thinkin’
Eyes wide open, soul start sinkin’
Then BOOM…
The rage fell quiet (shhh…)
Forgiveness hit me like a riot
Tears on the floor, no fear remain
I ain’t the same—rebirthed from pain
Now I lift my head and I say my name
A man now... I ain't playin' that blame game (nah)

Noooow! Here I am... locked in this cage (locked in)
But free in the mind, released from rage (uhh)
No more hate, no more shame
Only scars... and a brand-new name
Ooh yeah... I do my time (do my time)
But I walk that line with peace in mind
I’m still here, but I’m not the same
I’m free from rage, not playin’ no games

"Freeeee… from all my raaaage…
Cage ain’t holdin’ my soul no mo’…"

"Texas cold... but my heart got warm…"

Free From The Rage

Free From The rage(HD)

prologue:
Ok, So I was Born In dem Hills of West Virgina and grew up on Old country music, But Ive gone city slickin in that 713, still love country and I love Rap! Enjoy my Fusion of Both!

[Start Lyrics]
"Y’all ready for a wild ride? We got mud flyin’, tailgates bangin’, and that bass knockin’.
4x4 spittin’ gravel like it’s talkin’ trash. Let’s go!"

"Come on, cowboy... let me ride that toy!"

I'm country... gone city slicken'
(“Slick talk!”)
But I'm in the woods pimpin', picnicin'
(“Tailgate vibes!”)
Guitar pickin', cold beer sippin’
(“Sippin’ slowww!”)
In my 4x4, I’m sittin’, music rippin’
(“Bumpin’!”)
Thigh slappin’, toe tappin’, tobacco dippin’
(“Spit somethin’!”)
Out the window I’m spittin’, Daisy Duke gettin’
(“Booty bouncin’!”)
Heard 'em hollerin’ – we wildin’ and hittin'
(“WHOOOO!”)

"Giddy up cowboy...
Let me ride that toy!"

My 4x4 ain’t tippin’ – (“No tip!”)
Mud wheels grippin’ – (“Grip grip!”)
Roll bars protectin’ – (“Stay safe!”)
Candy drippin’ – (“Woo!”)
My 4x4 ain’t tippin’!
My 4x4 ain’t tippin’ 
My 4x4 ain’t tippin’ 
My 4x4 ain’t tippin’ 

I got 'em stacked from the front to the back
(“Back seat bumpin’!”)
We rollin’ deep, mud creepin' on the track
(“Skrrr!”)
Foot to the floor, we don’t play slow
(“Vroom vroom!”)
Tail lights glow when them Yeehaws blow
(“Let’s gooo!”)
Bonfire burnin’, dirty boots stompin’
Big bass droppin’, them speakers knockin’
(“BOOM BOOM!”)
Heard 'em hollerin’, wheels ain’t stoppin’

Whoa cowboy…
Let me tame that bull, this ain’t no game
(“Nah uh!”)
You flex that truck, I’ll flex my name
 (“Big LuLu!”)
Backwoods queen with a pink bandana
Clappin’ cheeks while we slide through Alabama

I ain’t scared of a little dirt or smoke
So rev it up baby – make this choke!
(“CHOKE!”)

My 4x4 ain’t tippin’ – NOPE!
Mud wheels grippin’ – STICKIN’!
Roll bars protectin’ – GOTCHA!
Candy drippin’ – YEEHAW!
My 4x4 ain’t tippin’ 
My 4x4 ain’t tippin’ 
My 4x4 ain’t tippin’ 
My 4x4 ain’t tippin’ 

Rocks flyin’, dirt high, hittin’ the sky...
And I’m laughin’ while you try to pass me by!

Tailgate knockin’ like we’re breakin’ the beat

'Cause ain’t nobody ridin’ harder than me!

Slide left… wheels wet…
Shorty ridin’ clean, hair drippin' sweat…

Ain’t no rules in the woods we roam,
In my 4x4, I’m ridin’ home…

“My 4x4… ain’t tippin’...”

My 4X4 Aint TIppin

4X4-(HD)

BEAT USED 
synscv - Fall in Drugs

LYRICS:
had to beam myself up
why you beating yaself up?

they wont see in you 
what you gon see in ya self dog

i was trynna tell you,
you locked up in the cell dog

you aint talkin to me,
im talking to myself dog

when im on my own i feel like im in hell dog
shorty yea she leave me then she call my cell up
high up on my lonely i feel just like myself dog
walk in with a blade i feel like fuckin zelda

shorty say she want me ,i told that im meta
shorty say she want me, i told her im meta

jumpin with my hands up, yea im trynna touch the ceiling
i crack the backwood like a banana that im peeling
im talking to my bro and now this hoe thinks im appealing
i wasted all these years just trynna find a fucking meaning

shorty say she love me but she really didnt mean it
im walking round the city thinking that its best to leave it
and i dont wanna talk about the things that i believe in
cause they dont even see the vision that im really seeing

zelda freestyle/Fall in drugs remix(pr.bloomcr4zy)

Hexis

DIPPY PRETZELZ

Wish You Were Here

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HOPELESS ROMANTIC. STREET-BORN. SOUL-WRITTEN.
I don’t write songs. I live them.
Every verse bleeds. Every bar breathes. Every line carries truth.
I don’t chase clout. I craft emotion.
My words have weight — they lift, they break, they heal.
This is lyrical fire. This is emotional depth. This is rplayin.
Welcome to my world.
Where rhythm speaks what the heart can’t say.
Where nothing is off-limits — not the pain, not the passion, not the past.
Let the words play.
Let the feelings in.
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