"vickyendmylife" by tommy blank
produced by hecto

LYRICS:

And now I’m recording again, don’t know why.
Like, why do I lie, like why did I ruin the end?
Lie, lie, lie!
That was the one and now I got none, it’s the end.
That was the one, and now I got nothing in the end!

I’ll call up your friend, imma get it in.
She wanna chill, and other synonyms!
You gotta swallow, this shit it isn’t cinnamon.
I guess imma follow her back for the sentiment!

Look at me now you were right, I ain’t innocent.
Look at me now you were right!
Look at me now you were right!
Look at me now you were right!
Hit hoes and get high, now that’s just my life.
Vicky end my life!
Vicky end my life!
(Fuck)
Vicky, end my life!
Vicky, end my life!
(Fuck)
Vicky, end my life!
Vicky, end my life!
(Fuck)
Vicky, end my life!
Vicky, end my life!
(Fuck)
Vicky, end my life!
Vicky, end my life!

vickyendmylife

"downsouth" by tommy blank
produced by Miercoles

LYRICS:

She said “Why is your winter green?”
I said “I’m down south.”
I'm down, I’m down.
And now I’m out of evergreen, hope to get out now.
Im down, I’m down, I’m down.

I know my name is Thomas, but I don’t have a doubt now.
And I know we’re being honest how you feel right about now
You won’t feel the same when I’m geeking up around town.

“Why is your winter white?”
Why is it Nick at night?
It should be blank at night,
It should be blank at night!
You got me terrified,
You got me terrified.

I put the mask on when I’m getting upset
Tell her that he’s gone, in the end I’m up next
I’m on a mountain where we met, where’s the cabin at?
Where’s the dragon at? I want to chase, where’s the dragon at?
You’re in Halifax, that ain’t the mountain I met you at.
Now I’m dragging ass, I’m walking all the way up to that.
Feet are getting cold,
Walking on the road,
Feet are getting cold,
But Imma bring you home.

I’m down, I’m down, I’m down.
She said “Why is your winter green?”
I said “I’m down south.”
I'm down, I’m down.
And now I’m out of evergreen, hope to get out now.
Im down, I’m down, I’m down.

I know my name is Thomas, but I don’t have a doubt now.
And I know we’re being honest how you feel right about now
You won’t feel the same when I’m geeking up around town.

downsouth

"reconnect" by tommy blank
produced by erra

LYRICS:

An old friend hit me up, he’s trynna reconnect.
He had good intention, but I locked him out instead.
I’ve been on a mission to get everyone to hate me.
My ex thinks I’m lonely without her, that hoe be hating!
She don’t know that every time I step out, hoes are raining!

You don’t know about Vicky, you get mad and you're complaining.
You don’t know about Vicky, you just waiting to be her replacement.
You don’t know about Vicky, and now you’re listening to all her favorites!

I hate her, oh I hate her!
I hate her, oh I hate her!
I hate you, see you later.
You hate me, only on paper!

(?), you see me you’re gon’ fold.
See me, you’re gon’ fold.
Imma tell her no because I’d rather make songs.
I’d rather make a song than get along with you!
I’ll make you nod your head while being anti-you!
You’re hating that you love it, it’s a damn fine tune!
And while I got you here, I really hate your mom too.
But that shit don’t matter cuz I’m-

Done with you.
Done with you.
Done with you.
Done with you.

Or am I? You’re on my mind and… oh goddamn!

reconnect

"hittheend" by tommy blank
produced by only1august

LYRICS:

Why you only wanna hit the end?
Why you only wanna hit the end?
It was over before the shit began.
It was over before it all began!

I need a cabin on like all the land.
Do you wanna call? I might just need a hand.
Writing on the hill, (mumbles)
Right on! (mumbles)
Right on! (mumbles)

Like eye candy!
This shit is the Norm, but it ain’t a weekend update.
Now you want to hit the cart, but dammit keep it up straight!
Now you want to hit the cart, but dammit keep it up straight!
And now you want to hit me up, you’re talking about an upgrade!
Talking about an upgrade.
Got the powder, looking like a motherfucking up day!
And she wants to hang out when I’m open on a Sunday
Told her I don’t go to church, imma meet him someday.
Downtown on a one way.

Oh yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah 
Yeah yeah yeah

Why you gotta skip to the end? 
The whole song about you babe
Why you really going to the end?
I don’t know shit about, uh, what you’re saying. I admit it, I’m beginning, I’m beginning.

hittheend

"catholic guilt interlude" by tommy blank
produced by IZZYDEADZ

LYRICS:

AHHHHHHHHH!

catholic guilt interlude

"tblank premium plus" by tommy blank
produced by Jeseil!

LYRICS:

Aye, oh uh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Woah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Woah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

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tblank premium plus

"dillinger" by tommy blank
produced by misthou

LYRICS:

(No, no, no!)
No face like I’m Dillinger baby!
No trace when I’m killing him baby!
Ain’t no case, babe my face is ready!
Fetty on fetty, I’m talking bout wap in the summer!
I hit the block, had to cop on a come up!
Don’t want to talk while I walk, shut the fuck up, ahh
We gotta be quiet, they hunting us, ahh

(put the mask on, put the gloves on, put the mask on, put the gloves on, put the mask on)

Got no face like I’m Dillinger, baby!
No trace when I’m killing him, baby!
Got no case, babe my face is ready!
Tips are gone fuck a mani-pedi!

Cut up, yeah my face is ready!
I got it on, and now I’m wearing heavy!
Heavy day.
It’s a heavy day.
It’s a heavy day.
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah.

You got a Bad Brain, oh you a punk?
Don’t got a last name, I’m a monk!
I have a bad brain, now I am drunk.
I had a bad day, now I feel dumb.
He in a bad way, he ain’t know none!
It ain’t a matinee, you can get crunk!
We should go that a way, we’re on the run!

dillinger

"ewtomyex" by tommy blank
produced by xy1va

LYRICS:

I’m at the bar with Herby,
We’re trynna chill, we’ve been working.
I’m off a pill, I’m at your service.
I’m hard to kill, but I’m hurting.
My heart is still, don’t know if it’s working.
I hadn’t met Vicky yet, no I haven’t!
I’d only brought one girl to the cabin!
Speaking of her, let me tell you what happened.
So now I’m waiting on a drink and feel tapping.
My ex, my ex, my ex, my ex!
My ex is staring at me, waiting for action.
She’s got a fake smile, wants a reaction.
Guess she didn’t think I’d care about Jackson.
Or the thirty others you attracted!
No time to think, just a fraction!
I told her “ew!” and she quit the acting.

EW!

ewtomyex

"blank is killing us / moonshine killer" by tommy blank
produced by toyema

LYRICS:

Blank is killing me!
Blank is killing you!
Blank is killing us!
What are we to do?
Cigarette up on your porch, I really hate you moved.
I’m seeing red, I’m out the door, I really hate your mood.

Moonshine killer, now you’re his villain!
Blank don’t give a fuck if you love me, he ain’t willing!
Cocaine with her every morning, love the feeling!
Blank don’t like it, he don’t think that shit’s appealing!

Wish I was a normal guy, don’t want to make music.
Blank don’t ever want to lie, and he hates excuses.
No I don't ever want to die, but he wanna do it
She told me that I’m blank as hell, I told her to prove it!

blank is killing us / moonshine killer

a thing i recorded the night the tape came out

          LYRICS:
I got a new bar, everyday, on time.
And if I don't got it, I'll be out of line.
Got a new scar, put a bullet on a line.
Imma walk in type of guy, no line.
Imma walk in type of guy, no line.
Imma walk in type of guy, no line.
I got a new catch, she's on the line.

I don't know what to sing about,
Why does Rosie have a ring around?
I bet that ring was a mean amount.
She only goes out for a hundred thou.
A hundred thou ain't nothing to lie about.
I bet she love bout how the lighting is loud.
I bet she love bout how the lighting is loud.
She makes it pop out, in all of the crowd.

Take it off, take it off, take it off, take it off.
Take it off, take it off, take it off, take it off.
Ain't no love, I lost
Ain't no love, I lost
She don't listen to my shit anymore.
And now I look dumb a lot.

rosiegotengaged (ughthrowaway)

"monteleone" by tommy blank produced by hlwave

                             LYRICS:
You should meet me in a coffin...(mumbles)...
Yeah, why are you stepping out with all of that offense?
You ain't gonna stop shit, you ain't gonna stop shit!
Monteleone on The Quarter how we pop shit!
Monteleone, he's the shorter of the chopsticks!
Carousel, how I'm spinning when we locked lip!
Carousel, how I'm spinning when we locked lip!
Come on, come on, come on, elevator how we top it.
(top it on the roof)(mumbles)
Every time I give a hoe a hand it fucking costs me,
So I do not have a hand to hold!
Have a hand to hold, have a hand to hold!
Yeah im getting old, I'm 20-sumthin oh!
Main girl dead, how am I supposed to love a hoe?
Main girl dead, now I'm tired and don't want another one!
Main girl dead, now I'm tired and don't want another one!
Unless you look like Brittney White I need a Brittney White!
Your boyfriend got shitty white, ya'll have a shitty night!
Pull up on me, I'll get Brittney the white that she like!
Girl don't be honest, when I play my shit you better lie about it!
Better say you love it, like the Monteleone!
Better say you love it, like the Monteleone!
In The Quarter where we pop shit, in The Quarter where we pop, in The Quarter where...

monteleone (prod. hlwave)

"ihatebadproducertags" by tommy blank 
prod. midnightufo 

(b-b-b-blank on the beat!)
I hate bad producer tags.
I hate bad producer tags.
Why you gotta ruin my song with all of that? 
Why you gotta ruin my song with all of that?

Now I’m jumping off a roof, getting whacked.
Timing don’t matter when you’re running in last.
Might as well shut my eyes,
Now I’m falling, do it for the vine!
Now I’m calling, hit you on your line,
Then you’ll get to hear me go divine!
Do what my will say, ain’t hearing anyone out!
Do what my will say, and go to that mountain in town,
And you sit there and count!
Every second that I won’t be around ya!
Every second, yall don’t want me without ya!
Every second that I won’t be around ya!

I hate bad producer tags. 
I hate bad producer tags. 
Why you gotta ruin my song with all of that? 
Why you gotta ruin my song with all of that? 

Now I’m jumping off a roof, not to brag!
I hate my name nowadays, I can’t read the last one!
So I leave it blank, so I leave it blank, the last one!
Leaving it blank, the last one.
Do you want blank as your last one?

ihatebadproducertags (prod. midnightufo)

LYRICS:
I'm high in New Orleans!
You're not in New Orleans!
Déjà vu when I blink!
I’d lie to keep her clean!
I tried to leave her mean!
I tried to leave her mean!
Déjà vu when I blink!
I'm in The Quarter with a French hoe!
She likes how my French goes!
Daquiri's and all that, trynna move the tempo!
Voodoo isn't all bad when you're trynna get folk!
Voodoo isn't all bad when you're trynna get folk!

thefrenchquarterinterlude (blank always wins 2)

LYRICS:
Boil 
I got music in my blood; I’m getting mad that it won’t boil!
But I won’t even turn the heat—I won’t even turn the heat up!
Do you want eternity? I don’t want eternity, yeah!
Do you want eternity? I don’t want to turn the heat up!
Oh it’s so cold, I cannot get a boil; why cannot I get a boil?
It’s just me and my damn love.
No, I can’t get a boil!
Oh it’s so cold, I cannot get a boil; why cannot I get a boil?
It’s just me and my damn love.
No, I can’t get a boil!

(REPEAT 2X)

why cannot i get a boil? (throwaway)

"centralintelligenceDISTORTED2HELL" by tommy blank
REMIXED BY DJ ALBUTEROL
produced by vovanha.sb

LYRICS:

Giving her crack out, like the cia.
Giving her crack out.
And you want, want,
You want to back out.
Turn away from her and you’re getting bagged now.
I hope they don’t pass out, huh
Wonder if she loves me now, huh
I know that she acts wild, huh
I know that she acts wild, huh
I know that she act wild.

I know.
I know that you’re mad!
I know.
You think that she’s rad!
I know.
Seven on her back, like she’s Colin Kap!
Damn, damn, damn, damn.

Do me a favor:
Run away with her, I will see you later.
Run away with her, I will see you later.
Good luck, a hell of a debater!
No love, you’re loving a hater.
I bet you love being loved by a waiter!
The tires are gone, need inflator.
Need a tower, need a mater.

She’ll control your head and then you gon’ be gone!
Blank.
I don’t know what I’ve been on, oh, every day is the same!
And I don’t even think I like this song but, I’m the one who made it!
I might have to cut it down, gotta violate it.
I might have to cut it down, gotta violate it.
I might have to cut it down, gotta violate it.
I might have to cut it down, gotta violate it.

centralintelligenceDISTORTED2HELL (blankalwayswins alt) (DJ Albuterol Remix)

the parenthesis in title won't make sense till later i hope

write back, vicky!   (a scrap from v1 of SmokyMountainMurder)

"pig blood / carrie" by tommy blank. Produced by: izzydeadz

LYRICS:

C’mon!
Blood, blood, blood!
Blood like Carrie!
Blood, blood, blood!
Blood like Carrie! (light!)

Oh Carrie, won’t you carry me into the light?
Oh!
Are you daring me to heresy up in the ride?
Oh, all to bury me! I’ll grab your arm like by surprise!
Grab your arm again with De Palma of my hand tonight!
Mama had a sin to her, I hate the hoe, I hope she dies!

Pig blood, pig blood, pig blood, pig blood!
I’m gon get a pig dead, I’m gon get a pig stuck!
Tommy never knew about it until he saw the pig guts!
No, I never knew about it until I saw the pig!

She said, “don’t you cry and I won’t pin you to the wall”!
“Don't you cry and I won’t pin you to the wall”!
Please stop, I don’t want to hit it off!
Please stop, the fire burns behind the lock!
Behind the lock!
Please stop, the fire burns behind the lock!
Behind the lock!
He wants to talk, we’ll look him down, we’ll hit the block up!
He wants to talk, we’ll look him down, we’ll blow him up!
To the devil with the modesty I love!

Where did John go? I’m gon take a stab at him!
Laugh at him, I hope that we can laugh at him!
Imma mad hat him, I’ll make it red, I’ll mad hat him!
I’m a bad Adam, they’re blaming Eve’s for bad Adams!

Blood is on the stage! Yeah, I didn’t know!
Mama is mad about it, Mama gotta go!
Mama, I’ll burn it down, so fuck your lot and load!
Carrie carried me, she carried me alone!

Carrie carried me, she did it all alone!
Carrie carried me, she did it all alone!
Pig blood, pig blood!
Carrie carried me, she carried me alone!
Carrie carried me, she carried me alone!
Car-Carrie carried me, she carried me alone!

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