Lyrics

I don't know where I just might go
I am nowhere, I'm a lost soul
Outta nowhere how my life go
I been way too fucked up, damn like where did time go?

Wear a mask so you can't see me
My life been so bad, I don't even wanna be me
I don't wanna bag, I don't wanna be on TV
I just wanna not be sad in the evening

Don't nobody understand and I hate that
Everybody thinking that I'm good but I fake that
I be making songs like how the fuck I make that?
I be turning into someone else before I make tracks

I be summoning, there's something in my soul but I don't wanna fix
Nothing turned to something, I get cold when I'm up under it
detmer, garrett // I don't wanna share it
I might run away and never come back like my parent

All this pain I got inside of me I hide
I don't wanna feel like I'll be better when I die
But I do and it sucks but I can't get enough
I'ma lose my mind if I can't shut it up

Shut it up what I really might do though
Not enough if I was she would not go
But she left me in the dust like another
Now she got a kid but I did not make her a mother

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sum1else. | Produced by jewelerbeats

Sum1 Else (Prod. by 7evvy)

Available on Bandcamp, Friday, December 27th.

Sum1Else

prod by @riplucky
Lyrics
bitch I’m high, I’m a embryo, I’m in her guts
she want sum1else, I might be him
I’m invading your mind, invader Zim
I want the pink hair like I’m Saiki
I’m reading your mind, I might be psychic
my bitch bad, she the baddest high key
mine, yea she fine, her pussy I dine, can’t deny me

stars in the coupe, no roof I’m flying, she riding
ice on my neck, lil boy stop lying
caught in her spell, that bitch a siren
if I say slide, she gon’ move in silence
get-get you back doored, I’m wit all the violence
no hiding, look behind you, I’m Michael Myers’s

bitch I’m high, I’m a embryo, I’m in her guts
she want sum1else, I might be him
I’m invading your mind, invader Zim
I want the pink hair like I’m Saiki
I’m reading your mind, I might be psychic
my bitch bad, she the baddest high key
mine, yea she fine, her pussy I dine, can’t deny me

stars in the coupe, no roof I’m flying, she riding
ice on my neck, lil boy stop lying
caught in her spell, that bitch a siren
if I say slide, she gon’ move in silence
get-get you back doored, I’m wit all the violence
no hiding, look behind you, I’m Michael Myers’s

bitch I’m high, high
bi-bi-bitch I’m high, high
bi-bi-bitch I’m high, high high

[2k* tag]
I-I-I-I-I love you 2k

Embryo ♱  (riplucky)

Lyrics: 

Ran up a check on the wrong one,
I’m of a 10 say she want one,
Go to the bank get more sum,
Pul out the – Pul out the chrome one,
I got a cold one, I got a warrant—

Scratchin my name off the paper,
Judge in my ear, I can’t taper,
Voices distort in the fader,
Dreams in the mud, turn vapor,
Still got the cash in the layer,
Run it up, run it up, life ain’t fair.

Blood on my jeans, I don’t wipe off,
Spill in the sink, turn the lights off,
Voices keep screamin, I pipe up,
Drip in the red, no typo, no typo,
Your hoe look bad, she my hoe now,
That hoe get you back doored,
You left in the rain by the trap door.

Blood on the cash it’s a sad score,
Stains on the floor they can’t scrub more,
Nut on her face, say she want it,
Nggas be going real dummy, retarted.

Demons keep knockin I cracked doors,
I do not fuck wit crack whores,
But I like animal crackers,
Invite me over ima crack her.

Teeth in the cup, I been sippin on rust,
Knife in the cut, leave it dipped in the dust,
Shadows been laughin, they whisper they trust,
Blood on my laces, it’s sticky, it’s crust,
Voices been chantin, they tell me I must.

Hush hush hush,
Voices in my head, they rush,
Blood on the blade, no blush,
Stay in the dark, don’t trust,
Back of the room go crush.

Orange soda, Crush,
Blood on my tongue, it’s lush,
Rack in the bag, don’t touch,
Silence the crowd, no fuss.

Ran up a check on the wrong one,
I’m of a 10 say she want one,
Go to the bank get more sum,
Pul out the – Pul out the chrome one,
I got a cold one, I got a warrant—

Scratchin my name off the paper,
Judge in my ear, I can’t taper,
Voices distort in the fader,
Dreams in the mud, turn vapor,
Still got the cash in the layer,
Run it up, run it up, life ain’t fair.

Blood on my jeans, I don’t wipe off,
Spill in the sink, turn the lights off,
Voices keep screamin, I pipe up,
Drip in the red, no typo, no typo,
Your hoe look bad, she my hoe now,
That hoe get you back doored,
You left in the rain by the trap door.

Blood on the cash it’s a sad score,
Stains on the floor they can’t scrub more,
Nut on her face, say she want it,
Nggas be going real dummy, retarted.

Demons keep knockin I cracked doors,
I do not fuck wit crack whores,
But I like animal crackers,
Invite me over ima crack her.

Teeth in the cup, I been sippin on rust,
Knife in the cut, leave it dipped in the dust,
Shadows been laughin, they whisper they trust,
Blood on my laces, it’s sticky, it’s crust.

[2k* tag]
I-I-I-I-I love you 2k

Rust Soda ♱  (prod.me)

Lyrics:
This is your fault, this is your fault, dis a Draco fa that dead opp,
dis a stare down, ngga step down, in da back hoe ngga bled out, yea I’m good now, fuck the feds tho

Big bag talk, I’m the mascot, in da real spot with the laptop,
see the glare ngga better back out, fake flex boy get packed out,
He a crash out, he get blew out

Run it up fast, I’m in motion
Big stick tuck, it’s devotion, oh yea she wet than a ocean,
my nggas steady pouring up potion

Counting up racks, no slow down,
VV’s hittin’ when I step out,
Opp boy talk, he get left out,
In the cut deep, bring the TEC out.

In the cut bring the Tec out, yo bitch—yo bitch she a slut now,
whole—whole gang finna cash out, for racks ima pop out,
big body gle swearing, run up on nggas they nervous,
drive by shooting that ngga service, hollows tips hit him right in his stomach,
bitch I’m fucking up her cervix,

like Fortnite they running, like Fortnite they jumping,
send them nggas to the lobby’s

This is your fault, this is your fault, dis a Draco fa that dead opp,
dis a stare down, ngga step down, in da back hoe ngga bled out, yea I’m good now, fuck the feds tho

Big bag talk, I’m the mascot, in da real spot with the laptop,
see the glare ngga better back out

This is your fault, this is your fault, dis a Draco fa that dead opp,
dis a stare down, ngga step down, in da back hoe ngga bled out, yea I’m good now, fuck the feds tho

Big bag talk, I’m the mascot, in da real spot with the laptop,
see the glare ngga better back out
fake flex boy get packed out, He a crash out, he get blew out

Run it up fast, I’m in motion
this is yo fault this is yo fault

[2k* tag]
I-I-I-I-I love you 2k

This Is Your Fault ♱  (prod.me)

Lyrics:
Intro
Oh boy, I hope this is Evil Burger…
I stood there in shock as my burger start bustin’ a move — it was Funky Burger.

Fuck a funky burger, up that fye no burner,
She gon’ eat my beef, call up Evil Burger.
Talkin’ ‘bout bloody murder, this ain’t ketchup, bitch, this hella blood,
Hella clones, they bitin’ Bleood.

Evil Burger, Evil Burger, Evil Burger, Evil Burger,
Evil Burger, Evil Burger, fuck a funky burger.

Dishonor, I need Ronald, blood stains all on the counter,
Funky Burger wanna catch sum, body drop leave it louder.
Fuckin’ yo bitch made chowder, sesame crown on a demon,
Body drop, leave it — fryin’ the souls in the grease.

Ngga evicted, name not even on the lease,
I just want Evil Burger please.

Fuck a funky burger, up that fye no burner,
She gon’ eat my beef, call up Evil Burger.
Talkin’ ‘bout bloody murder, this ain’t ketchup, bitch, this hella blood,
Hella clones, they bitin’ Bleood.

Evil Burger, Evil Burger, Evil Burger.

EVIL BURGER ♱ (wortxx)

Lyrics:

Blood ritual she a demon
Blood out the mouth call Cosima 
Talk to a prophet all seeing 
Gotta get rid of my demons 
Period she bleeding 
I’m sick
The seasons is changing 
I’m thinking I’m getting complacent 
Up the fye til the place get vacant 
Me and gang we gon’ make it 
I’m number one on your playlist 
Working hard til I get a placement
Im wit God no sanction 
White girl she popping a 10 
Lil hoe bad she a 10
Play wit my balls she in zen 
In October I’m changing again
When sober I’m dying 
Money rain yea, money fly-in
You can’t get up, sighing
I got blood pact clients 

Blood ritual she a demon
Blood out the mouth call Cosima 
Talk to a prophet all seeing 
Gotta get rid of my demons 
Period she bleeding 
I’m sick
The seasons is changing 
I’m thinking I’m getting complacent 
Up the fye til the place get vacant 
Me and gang we gon’ make it 
I’m number one on your playlist 
Working hard til I get a placement
Im wit God no sanction 
White girl she popping a 10 
Lil hoe bad she a 10
Play wit my balls she in zen 
In October I’m changing again

October Faction ♱ (bbeno)

garfield ♱ prod.me

Produced by 333since & mynorth
Lyrics: “I love you 2k*”

I like the way that she dancing, shake it up, call her Zendaya.
Talking to me like I’m famous, I ain’t even say nothing major.
She think that we dating — fuck it, like this shit dated.
This shit like drumline, switch up the cadence.

Shawty stay callin’, I’m busy, I’m faded.
She want me to save her, I’m not Kim Possible.
Baby, this shit ain’t possible.
Think I need sedation, get lazy.

Woah, woah.
She want me to take it out, pull up, slide through —
she screaming my name out loud, oh.
Diary full of the shit that I’m talking ’bout now, oh.

She calling my phone, I don’t pick it up — I slide.
Baby, I’m gone, I can’t stay, can’t hide.
My feelings for you, they long gone.
Still hear your name when I close my eyes,
pages of my diary filled with lies.
You a demon in disguise.

Woah, woah.
She want me to take it out, pull up, slide through —
she screaming my name out loud, oh.
Woah, woah.

I like the way that she dancing, shake it up, call her Zendaya.
Talking to me like I’m famous, I ain’t even say nothing major.
She think that we dating — fuck it, like this shit dated.
This shit like drumline, switch up the cadence.

Shawty stay callin’, I’m busy, I’m faded.
She want me to save her, I’m not Kim Possible.
Baby, this shit ain’t possible.
Think I need sedation, get lazy.

Woah, woah.
She want me to take it out.

shake it up like zendeya ♱

Produced by @nothempts
[Lyrics]
Desire, I’m fried, I’m passed out
She was passed around, call her Bonnie
Blue, blue, blow away, my emotions they all blown away
Nah this ain’t right, she wanna ride today
I told her hold on tight, lights flicker in my mind
Thoughts spin like records, I can’t rewind, fuck is this a sign
Heartbeats racing, feel like I’m losin’ time
Movin’ through the night, feelin’ like Esmeralda
That bitch off of pills, yeah, she feel it in her chest, oh, wow
Laughing at the ceiling, shit sound like a villain
Already know what she want to do, already know what she want
Big body AMG truck, we going
Shush shush shush, shut-up, what's sup, what are you doing
Using her brain but she clueless, wow, woah, wow, woah
We hop in the whip, playin’ songs off the deck
These niggas be fuckin’ up motion, I need to check my notice
She laughing in that backseat while she rolling, she going
Late night text, she ghosting, I’m hoping
Write in my diary, my mind blowing up
Pull up, mask on, yeah my gang we on you
Bitch, we switching lanes, you know we cutting
China McClain, you niggas ANT’s to us

Desire, I’m fried, I’m passed out
She was passed around, call her Bonnie
Blue, blue, blow away, my emotions they all blown away
Nah this ain’t right, she wanna ride today
I told her hold on tight, lights flicker in my mind
Thoughts spin like records, I can’t rewind, fuck is this a sign

Desire ♱

Produced by @voidergoat
lyrics:
Asian bitch she not my hoe,
why the fuck she think we had something going on,
got a body in the back of my trunk call me D4vd,
lil bro up in the sky, couldn’t save him, save him,
God please save him,
talking on my name but who made him,
bitch I’m like slave causing mayhem,
up fye gang gon blaze him

Asian bitch she not my hoe,
why the fuck she think we had something going on,
got a body in the back of my trunk call me D4vd,
lil bro up in the sky, couldn’t save him, save him,
God please save him,
talking on my name but who made him,
bitch I’m like slave causing mayhem,
up fye gang gon blaze him.

Save him ♱

prod hlftime 

LYRICS ♱

fuck that hoe don’t get my love no more
shit gon' get hot like a sauna for you
you cannot get the bands so my gang we gon' get it for you
pull up pull out your hands yeah my gang we got something for you

hold up bitch yeah I’m losing it
hop in a wraith yeah I’m cruisin' wit it
she wanna ride said she cruisin' with me
I got the pieces Exodia, hear me?

I want nothing to do with you
feel like I’m lost find blues clues
my god, if you was a Pokémon I wouldn’t choose you
fuck wait how did I lose you

you threw me off I played it cool
why would I break the rules
why would you break the rule
one rule not to break my heart

fuck like damn I gotta restart
if only you had played your part

fuck that hoe don’t get my love no more
shit gon' get hot like a sauna for you
you cannot get the bands so my gang we gon' get it for you
pull up pull out your hands yeah my gang we got something for you

hold up bitch yeah I’m losing it
hop in a wraith yeah I’m cruisin' wit it
she wanna ride said she cruisin' with me
I got the pieces Exodia, hear me?

I want nothing to do with you
feel like I’m lost find blues clues
my god, if you was a Pokémon I wouldn’t choose you
fuck wait how did I lose you

you threw me off I played it cool
why would I break the rules
why would you break the rule
one rule not to break my heart

fuck like damn I gotta restart
if only you had played your part

Cruisin®‎‎‎ ♱

Produced by praizewa

LYRICS ♱

Gang gon pull out Tecs, yea it’s over,
ion want no sex from you it’s over,
you a clown bitch joker,
Dat lil bitch I know her,
she got hella cold sores,
bitch she burnt like a bonfire,
niggas on purple potion,
when I spin they screaming oh shit,
get the kids out now they hoping,
oxy cont psychosis,
my gang going in we rolling,
open, open, fire,
shawty coping, ghosting, we hoping,
I’m in that bih like jelly, fill the holes in,
where the hoes at, I’m in that bih like bonsai,
you Johnny get yo head whacked,
had tapped, got guns like gi Joe,
paint his ass red call him doja,
kinky ah hoe get choked up,
I prefer to be sober,
goth bitch suxcide soaker,
premonition ima go up, go up, go up, goo,
she going down, she must be French no Eiffel,
and she gotta twin like towers,
white hoe wiping ha nose,
get out the racks hoe jumping like Jordan,

Gang gon pull out Tecs, yea it’s over,
ion want no sex from you it’s over,
you a clown bitch joker,
Dat lil bitch I know her,
she got hella cold sores,
bitch she burnt like a bonfire,
niggas on purple potion,
when I spin they screaming oh shit,
get the kids out now they hoping,
oxy cont psychosis,
my gang going in we rolling,
open, open, fire,
shawty coping, ghosting, we hoping,
I’m in that bih like jelly, fill the holes in,
where the hoes at, I’m in that bih like bonsai,
you Johnny get yo head whacked.

Premonition ♱

Bless you up ♱ prod.curxxedtaimana

prod tenshi x 1prodza

LYRICS

Make her bed rock, pull up red eye, get the bread out, make a bank deposit, fuck it have a party, pour up hella shots, ion care what you talking 'bout if it ain’t 'bout money then leave me out, my whole plan it just went south, get money get the fuck out, my gang off the packs, on, rolled in a spliff passed on, my girl? oh she bad, watch out it’s a splash zone, spent up hella racks, watch me make it back, mama said if I want it go, get it, I’m trynna go up maybe make like 50 million, A side out, got your whole gang backed out, stash in the trap house, trynna get in boy get backed out, could’ve saved him but he gone now, got hit with blackouts, he tapped out, he can’t come back now,

Make her bed rock, pull up red eye, get the bread out, make a bank deposit, fuck it have a party, pour up hella shots, ion care what you talking 'bout if it ain’t 'bout money then leave me out

Make her bed rock, pull up red eye, get the bread out, make a bank deposit, fuck it have a party, pour up hella shots, ion care what you talking 'bout if it ain’t 'bout money then leave me out, my whole plan it just went south, get money get the fuck out, my gang off the packs, on, rolled in a spliff passed on, my girl? oh she bad, watch out it’s a splash zone, spent up hella racks, watch me make it back.

South ♱

show me something that’s worth living for,
show me something i’ve got nothing
show me something,
i guess i couldn’t really ever show you nothing
my emotions they all of a sudden stopped showing
my mama see her baby boy growing into nothing

my mama always wanted a daughter i think
i guess it’s crazy how her first born son is closer,
did she ever think why can’t i just be me
fun fact growing up i used to want to be someone else
i still do i guess i’m him now if you understand me
my parents put me on this pedestal
i could be better
i wish i could put myself on a shelf (would that be better)
and i can’t be helped
i don’t need help
i’m just ranting
i’m just yapping out the mouth
i wish i could shut them out my head
i wish i could
i wish i could’ve pulled some voices out my head
i’m sitting
i’m fading
the music
the emotion of the emptiness
i’m conceited
i don’t know what i’m fucking saying
my brain is fine
i think i’m okay
i’m just screaming so you can feel my emotion
i can’t
i can’t
can you just 
can you just please
can you please
can you just please
show me something
show me something that’s worth living for,
show me something i’ve got nothing
show me something

Show me, something ♱ (ludi)

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