Lyrics: 

You never get what you wanted
cause you never want it once you get it
Greedy motherfucker
disappointment to ya parents
You've depleted any merit
That you thought you had n fair enough
But I don't wanna hear it
Leave it to your fuckin therapist
You know it, that bitch I'm blessed
Nevertheless
Never once am I the guest
Though I'm never pressed 
My reputation says I'm not the best
But that's better than fake facing who I am to impress
Fake bitches that ain't ever meant shit to me
Double dosin dissin like I'm there cornerstone of history 
Just say you miss me already 
Get some tickets
You a fan
Let me sing to you steady bitch
If I'm a trigger, then pull it
Help me deliver the bullet
Go put the barrel down your throat 
Remind you of something?
Like all the dicks you suck for a slither of attention
Reload and get face fucked by this erection 

I should've said "misdirection" there
Don't wanna make it seem like I'm interested in gettin in your hair
I ain't a barber like you
I'm just a rostered roaster
Call me the barbecue 
The way I cook this beef softer
Or at least easy to chew
I ain't a doctor, but let me just prescribe to you
A pill
Called "reality" for you to Never chew
You a spitter, not a quitter
Don't give up on your delusion 

It's everybody's business who I'm dissin
I ain't bein subtle
This goes out to every motherfucker tryna rebut all my efforts
make me out a fool
birds of a feather flock together
Till the Hunter shoots
No I don't really think you're all that
And any more than a follower
So when you lose your crowd
And you got nowhere left to go
And wonder why I'm not surprised
It's coz I seen it all before
more predictable than likeable
Evict yourself from playin victim 
Better listen
Or else end up a real victim when there's no one left to listen
Like the boy who cried Wolf
Best you stop accepting missions where you sulkin till you spew
Ain't achievements in the sickness of your mind
thought knew better
Don't project it onto me
Because your outlets are powerless 
I ain't got the energy to deal with fuckin cowardice 
I may be frowned upon, but at least I ain't got hours spent bowing down
instead of growing up

Mannerless
heaven not a fan of this
Energy, I'm bad at this
Shit I never filter myself enough I'm
Hazardous
Head is full of callouses
Send me to analysis
Somethin wrong with me?
I never would've guessed 
Mannerless
heaven not a fan of this
Energy, I'm bad at this
Shit I never filter myself enough I'm
Hazardous
Head is full of callouses
Send me to analysis
Somethin wrong with me?
I never would've guessed 
Mannerless,
heaven not a fan of this
Energy, I'm bad at this
Shit I never filter myself enough I'm
Hazardous
Head is full of callouses
Send me to analysis
Somethin wrong with me?
I never would've guessed 
Mannerless
heaven not a fan of this
Energy, I'm bad at this
Shit I never filter myself enough I'm
Hazardous
Head is full of callouses
Send me to analysis
Somethin wrong with me?
I never would've guessed

Mannerless

Mannerless (prod. lovekelo)

Lyrics:

Left in the back of the room, with stairs
Coating my laughter, as if I care 
Broken and battered perception is theirs to pin on me
Livin a weightless share of fragile passive aggressiveness and material obsessions
It's not what Mesmerises me as far as I can see through my forgetfulness
Guilt trip yourself into a pit of needles
Middle man your own propaganda smoke rope, chokin breath
Till our hot heads turn to red, fire starter, tryna match what they speak

Send yourself into debt for ego trips injected
It's not a force to mess with
Don't let yourself get addicted to perceptions 
Blending "blessed" with debts
That lead to nothin but masked regrets
Your fire burns out faster when Gasoline is all that your burnin
That quick fix is asphyxiation on your learning process
You are your only stomach turnin sickness
Are you self fed, or force fed? 
Don't matter, just consume less
I'm fed up
Don't need your super suit and tie impress 
Cause less is more and more is less
And so I don't dress
The more I learn, I know less
My heads a burnin protest
Don't need a mask to save face
Make up for it with progress on my conscience
Losin touch, losing context
Let's be honest
No one wants a rewind
It's just regrets that we want lifted from our minds, So lift em
You're too busy lettin the past turn you to a victim

Never one to brag about shit unironically
Especially bout shit I don't have
Honestly, I come from poverty
Can't afford to tend to these open wounds in my mind
Till the drugs hit with Sodomy
Y'all gathered some cold callouses
Sold fallacy from a palace of malice seed
I cannot lie, it fooled me once upon a time
When it gave me piece of mind
'Till I dug it out; Lobotomy 

I do not buy your Fanatics
Illusion of freedom is standing
But I don't live in denial
I know that my minds still ill from the branding
No point tryna pretend it's patterns aren't engraved brain
Stained all over the strip for landing
I cannot stand the strict demanding devil on my shoulder panning right to left like I got a choice
Let's not pretend that I know polite 
I gotta quit actin like I've always known better
I know better than that
In fact, I am no better than a goal fretter
Gold digger that moves better
The soul getter 
GoodSleeper: sold terror tale 
The Grim Reaper
I never fail to disappoint
Hypocrite at best
A fraud at bare minimum
But look here at my competition
They the same, but won't admit it
Quittin genuine for pillaging
Like flies that drop dead from my venom
No spiderman, I'm a villian
I got more guts to admit it
Yet I'm the one who gets accused of doing nothin but pointing fingers at shit you committed
I don't think they'll ever get it

Lobotomy

Lobotomy (prod. Inciede)

Lyrics:

(MartyMartZ The Enigma)
I see you posing with that chain that you don’t own 
I see you with all that money in your photos 
I was born broke, ain’t no silver spoon in my sonogram
Lunar C said it best, you got it good, I want it bad
I’m frustrated in this center link line
I fucking hate it jaded thinking I gotta get mine 
Hip hop use to be positive with a sense of morality 
Scream it’s not about a salary it’s all about reality
But callously when money enters a culture
Here come the business men here come the vultures 
Breaking my back and it’s wack alas we gotta stand up
The way that they act I feel attacked one day I’ll get my bans up 
This envy creeping up again I feel alone
Let’s kill the rich, take their shit and feed their fat rolls to the homeless you know this
bloody revolution that’s the only way that they notice
My intent is revenge, 23, middle class
descent on the edge, bury me in the little grass
I wish I could murder every billionaire
Then celebrate by exhaling this Billie in the air 
No I’m not alright, I won’t just sit in my place 
I’m surviving out of spite just to spit in your face
murder me if you wish and if this is the case
may the message to rebel spread through time and space!

(GoodSleeper)
See in my face, ain't it clear that I'm frustrated?
Heavy on the "take what you can" but you pushed
And it left a stain
Let em know you're a fake
But ya got away with it
I ain't forgiving, no
I fell in this sinners helpless envy weapon
Ate me up
Hungry for some real shit
But to you nothin is good enough
They want a front, but I'm not backin up for buzz
Claim they want "real" but they just wanna profit struggle
Fake shackles
Encouraging fake
No consequence
Clout chasing dissin 
Tunnel vision mission
No disciplining
Just puppets killed off at the slightest inconveniences 
Swallow Bullets like pills, the thrill of envy 
Got em makin money like Drake and Kendrick
It don't matter if it's fake, they send it
Cause we're break dependent
Dopamine depletion got us mind raped, defenceless
How pretentious of em
Cue the rapture 
Let's back to back just kill em with these hollow point capsules
We'll blow ya minds, Factual
What you Lack, soon will be a trendy mask, fooled the masses
Drive by victim moved from boot to back seat
Why don't we take the wheel from em, not so passive
Always rubbin our faces in what we're lackin
Bout time we just fuckin take it from em

Envy

Envy Ft. MartyMartZ The Enigma (prod. Hoodrunnah X 1jefejunior X Nasti)

Lyrics:

Gettin done with this rap shit
Fuckin plastic fake motherfuckers
Stand still like a mannequin 
No fight or flight, fawn fraud pussy actin
May not be a battle rapper
But when I'm done unpackin baggage
I leave in a paddy wagon 
Done with ya cappin
Blade on hip never lackin a grip
When I say "this is it"
Reach in my jacket, unzipped 
Pull out my medicine ziplock
Poppin pocket molly 
Ya shit's still stepped on in comparison
The Hits you gets embarrassing
Back to back backtracking 
But the fact of the matter is
You're always lackin a passage and never loosen your mask you fuckin masochist
And it saddens me that ya facade of malice is
Actually hiding nothing but a fuckin passive bitch
Ain't it funny?

Aint it funny how common no common sense is¿
Nail in the coffin, you cough pretences
Gettin sick of these ignorances
Spittin out vomit, I call defences
Never defenceless
Pills never dullin my senses
Fate keeps given you lessons 
But you keep on end up less than me
You're dog shit
I don't even want you fuckin beneath my feet
The bullshit you spit gonna get you broken punched in teeth
Projected assumptions, so now you think you fuckin know me¿
People are fuckin cancer when they act like you
I smoke cheap bitches for free
Cocky motherfucker, guess I oughta show for it
Lowkey had enough of lesser foes who talkin for me
You tellin stories bout me, but we never talk boy
How bout you shut your fuckin face while you still walk boy
Back bending defendant, it seems so hopeless when you spineless
And pretending in that you think you get it
Down sending, I'm heavenly, and you're still here mending
And you lack the gift that my presence bring in
Bout time you end it

Uncommon

Uncommon (prod. Inciede)

QLQ MI GENTE EN IG ME LLAMO SONNYKYK APENAS EMPEZANDO EN ESTA VIANA AVER QUE SALE


MY VOICE IN THE BEAT FL Studio 14/oct/24

listen now : https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/tommyrozze/t-despus-del-sexo-2

Té después del sexo

TE DESPUES DEL SEXO

Dices Que Cambie

fafafa

beat by prod.gamm77
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sudor de la piel prod.jacko rarri

sonnyboy .soy el mejor

Chocon (Tiraera Pa Dariux)

U (SHE) ARE NEVER THERE

insta: @sipppinteainyohoodd
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I make music on all platforms under the name GoodSleeper

Loyal member of
"WatchThemDemons"
&
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