"Cosmic Cajun"

Late night, keep on driving to the unknown 
Creeping with the knife, might end it all alone
The smoke is twisting to the sky, the music playing on my phone 
My eyes are getting heavy, but I don’t wanna go home 
My palms are getting sweaty, I can feel them fucking drip
My legs are getting fucking heavy, feel like I’m gonna tip 
Take a rip of the nic then I dip 
Feel the burning on the wrist 
Hurting deep inside a pit 
Tryna get a grip 
I’m addicted to feeling like shit 
I can’t help but hate to exist 
Sleeping in, I’m vacant within 
Everything is caving in 
I’m a guest in my own skin 
Greeting the reaper with a grin
I’m burning into fucking bits of sand eroding every tidal hit
I’m damaging my body I’m not managing I’m spotty and I cannot cope 
I’m foggy like I need some coffee hearing disembodied voices everywhere I go 
Waiting in the lobby of my frontal lobe I don’t know where to go

Laying in my bed, my head is on the pillow I’m thinking bout my death 
I’m just a speck of tiny dust from a lightless star that reached the end and now it’s floating far
Galaxy inside my head and I’m now floating to fucking mars 
Just a dying star 
What’s the point in living if my fear ajared
Getting closer to my death, like diabetics and candy bars 
Rotting in the bed again, losing my own resonance like the wood of a guitar 
The moon has reached its cycle so I’m grabbing the rifle 
Frontal lobe is on a spiral 
Blowing it in the church aisle 
Every night is a new trial 
I’m in denial, I got the rope around the throat so the damage spinal




Produced by oceanash

Cosmic Cajun

"Moonlit Murmurs: Stories from the Creek"

Seeing all red
Spreading the ash all over my dread
But I tread and get some gas and blunts before I go to bed 
Looking undead I bet all of this is in my head 
I never even left, I might just end it with the lead 
I’m dabbing the oils and I boil like I’m fried chicken 
And I throw them in the water right after I fucking stick em 
Oceanash risen from the Atlantic sea 
I’m in the bayou hanging from a fucking old Cypress tree
I'm lighting fire to the fucking palm leaves 
I’m getting higher as my skin melts into the heat
I’m in the open ocean and coping I’m throwing emotions of grief 
I’m sleeping in, I wish I wasn’t me 
I’m in the south, the roaches crawling out my mouth 
I’m always fucking filled with doubt, so please just wrap me in a shroud
I’m crouching in a fucking cloud
I’m snapping when they shake me out 
Death is what all I’m about
I’m turning your flesh all inside out
Better watch your step 
I’m not the one you should betray
In the water to your neck 
Kicking away the stingrays 
Kayaking in the creek 
Please just let me rest in piece 
Please just fucking leave me be 
Burn me like a DVD
Water clear, willows near 
Demons whisper in my ear
I feel the reaper coming near 
I'm dreaming of all my fucking fears 
I’m feeling fried, red in my eyes, I'm going for a ride and then I hop out, make ‘em die, you can try to run and fucking hide 
Put the bodies in the barrels, fill em with formaldehyde 
Stash em in the marsh and then I come up with an alibi
Put the bodies in the barrels, fill em with formaldehyde 
Stash em in the marsh and then I come up with an alibi
Woods is where I scheme 
Smoking the green, crime scene where I clean 
Feeling mean, get the n-i-c-o-t-i-n-e
Now I'm walking with a limp, eating shrimp
You can get a glimpse of the clip
I cannot wash my sins 
Cutting limbs 
Putting them into fucking bins
Slice you into pieces thin
Grinning as I rip your skin


Produced by oceanash

Moonlit Murmurs: Stories from the Creek

“Purple Punch”

Take another hit as I’m looking at the moon all I feel is doom 
Blood is dripping when you see the GLOOM
Tripping I’m slipping I got depression repetition 
seeing suicidal visions 
Get a grip I’m waiting for collision
Making shots like Tatum 
Take my enemies, and fucking bait em 
In the grave I lay em 
Nobody save em  
Everybody know I hate them 
Killing gators then I weigh them 
Causing mayhem 
Walking in the cemetary, pissing on my grave 
Reach into my fucking casket, grab my heart right out my cage 
see it’s still beating 
maggots still eating 
Demons still creeping all in my head 
I’ll be dead, they finding my body in my bed 

Give me the Purp 
I’m in the dirt
Demons flirt, they negotiate my worth 
I’m that ocean reaper 
Soul eater 
Nocturnal creature 
Grab the cleaver
Slice you like Lil Caesar’s 
I’m a wreck, I feel affects of death and now I’m just a speck 
Feeling like a loser, noose is looser around my neck 
Grab the tech I’m just a blip, why do I exist? why I cut my fucking wrist
my life will disappear into the mist
shiver as the blade slices on my fucking arm 
Waking up to therapy alarms 
Picking up the pills from the pharm but they make me puke
Stuck in a loop
Smoking til my eyes droop
Then I take the Glock out and I shoot

Produced by oceanash

Purple Punch

"Cemetary Shift"

Guts from the blunt I’m dumping 
Indica have me slumping 
Talking all the shit but now my music you bumping 
Chalking out my body, stop my blood from pumping 
Heart is beating, drumming
Numbing all my problems running, shunning all the help I hate what I’m becoming 
Insomnia, moon and crickets
Soon I’ll punch my ticket 
Take a bucket and I kick it 
Only digits that inhibit
Are sixes showing up in triplets 
Missing body cuz I stick it 
Life a rock, I skip it 
On my death I wish it 
Split the blunt like my wrist, I’m smoking honey berry 
Cemetery shift I’m walking, light the fucking cherry
Wrist is glistening, the demons listening, my thoughts are sickening, tryna get out, I’m wiggling 

Every day feel like there’s no escape, never goes away, its my fate to fall to my brain
I’m smoking strains, I’m growing chains, hope is falling down the drain
Take the pain, make a stain, of my blood my arm contain
o-c-e-a-n-a-s-h 
Never show my face 
All the hate that I create 
As I smoke another eight 
Counting down my days 
Reaching for the blade 
Or the 28 gauge 
Pull the curtains on my stage
Haunted I can’t sleep until I rest in piece 
Taunted by my demons it’s a test of me 
Keep on fucking running so I'm lacing up my cleats 
It’s stunning how I keep on feeling so fucking weak

produced by oceanash

Cemetary Shift

Wrist split tipping the crucifix 
Blunt rips on my lips and i can’t get a grip 
Picking up my phone like who is this 
I don’t wanna talk feel dead inside 
Alone in my bed when u cry but I’m here on this trauma ride 
Smoke blow Ocean so low in the tide 
No emotion but I’m coping as the crows circle by 
Prozac Adderall Zoloft in my head won’t fix shit 
Have me sinking deeper deep into my own abyss 
Is it psychosis that have me thinking that they full of shit 
Burning the bridges saying fuck you as soon as they switch 

Taking the edibles to sleep then I’m smoking a loose leaf
Demons speaking thru me saying that they want me to bleed 
Saying that want me to see they don’t want me to breathe 
You don’t want me to leave, can’t find the words to speak 
You don’t want me to lean on your shoulder heavy 
Put the flame to the game weed all in my brain
I’m insane with the blade I done caused all my pain 
Laid in my grave I’m too much to maintain 
caused my fate 
done, too late 
I guess I’ll wait until I’m remains

If I Were To Lean On Your Shoulder It Would Break [prod.alexmilano]

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