“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

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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

Creeping to the window then I peak out 
Acid make me paranoid watch me geek out (geek out)
off a 100 milligrams im gonna fade back 
Laying back in the couch im taking milky dabs 
Creeping up in the forest taking a hit and watching it ghost
My eyes are turning black the demons taking back the host 
Open a pack of the woods back, guts on my lap 
On my tongue two acid tabs now I can’t go back 
Looking in the mirror melting from my face 
Sit in my room hallucinating hours waste away
Fucked in my brain, haven’t felt the same since
Tip toe you never notice me until you fucking wince 

(should I keep going or nah)
(should I stop?)
(should i keep going)
(nah)
(i cant do this shit)
(should i keep going)
(nah)
(fuck)
(i cant do this shit)
(nah fuck)

Swat the flies around my head, dead boy final breath
dread toys with my lobe, red dot im in the scope
nope im not alive and kicking
i keep on hoping that i didnt really die, im tripping
demons preventing me getting my sleep 
my soul they will keep 
fuck the people and the sheep
sit down fake fuckers take a seat
ocean on the beat
my level compared to you is steep
I never rest the shadows on my chest
Am I awake don’t even know, can’t even breathe they at my throat
I’m always playing with the demons 
Bleeding from my lesions 
Knife deepen and I weaken 
Crying as my soul is seeping

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A Thousand Thoughts At Once

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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