“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

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Tombfell - @crisis333
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Lithium- @lithium_hell
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