Track I.
LYRICS:
SAD UPON MY THRONE CAUSE I CAN'T COUNT UP ALL MY DOUGH,
BITCH I HAD IT ALL, I FUCKED UP, NOW I'M BARKIN LIKE A DOG, 
ROOF ROOF,
I SAID ALL WHAT I SAID AND NOW I'M BOUTA MAKE IT DEUCE,
PUSSY MAKE ME MAD, YOU REALLY FUCKIN UP MY MOOD,

CASHIN DOLLA BILLS UPON MY MUHFUCKIN SHOE, BITCH,
TAKIN LIL PICS OF YOU INSIDE OF MY ROOM, BITCH,
SHOOTIN AT ME TWICE, BUT YOU AIN'T NEVER CAUSED A WOUND,
I BE SHOOTIN BACK, MARKIN ONLY FOR THE *YOU*,

FUCK IT, I FUCK IT UP, 
FUCK IT, I FUCK IT UP,
FUCK IT, I FUCK IT UP,
FUCK IT, I RUN IT UP,

FUCK IT, I FUCK IT UP, 
FUCK IT, I FUCK IT UP,
FUCK IT, I FUCK IT UP,
FUCK IT, I RUN IT UP,

I'M CAUSIN RUCKUS EVERYWHERE I WALK DOWN THE STREET,
EVERY SINGLE STEP GOT ME NAUSEOUS ON MY FEET,
FUCK IT, I'M NOT FLAWLESS, I BE TALKING WITH A LISP,
I'M NOT ONE FOR OFFICE, I COULD DO IT IN A PINCH, THOUGH, 

ALL THE SHIT YOU TALKIN, HOLY FUCK YOU DO NOT SPIT, HOE,
CASHIN IN THAT FAVOUR, HOLY GRAIL OF SUCKIN DICK, HOE,
OPENING NEW DOORS, I'M PUTTIN PRESSURE ON THE HINGE THOUGH,
CALL ME YOUR NEW HOUND CAUSE I CAN BITE INTO YOUR BRITCH, WOAH.

FUCK IT, I FUCK IT UP, 
FUCK IT, I FUCK IT UP,
FUCK IT, I FUCK IT UP,
FUCK IT, I RUN IT UP,

FUCK IT, I FUCK IT UP, 
FUCK IT, I FUCK IT UP,
FUCK IT, I FUCK IT UP,
FUCK IT, I RUN IT UP,

DEUCE. (prod. ohbats)

Track IV.
LYRICS:
Body on the floor,
Doing what you said, but all you do is want some more,
Countin up my bands, I let a sigh out on the phone (Huh)
Tryna leave me more depressed all cause I gave a "no"
That's all you've really known. 

Ever since I fuckin blocked you, I been learning how I grow,
I been stuntin since I walked in, I been writin with a ghost,
But you need a fuckin ghostwriter to come up with your notes,
Yo bitch ass sound like Taylor Swift inside that episode,
damn.

Pourin out my heart, like I got water in a bucket,
I've been trying to forget all of the ways that you said "fuck it" 
Even now that it's not you, I still be screamin "FUCKIN SHOVE IT",
But aside from all of that, the sun be shining, causin ruckus,

Ima diss, I'm a God, 
Write a riff, for the song,
Fuck it up, make it wrong,
Cause I know how much I want,
All of this, all of that,
Runnin back for what I've had,
Stay on track, the sprint will last,
Up on the street, I have a laugh,
LIKE HA HA HA HA,

Ever since I fuckin blocked you, I been learning how I grow,
I been stuntin since I walked in, I been writin with a ghost,
But you need a fuckin ghostwriter to come up with your notes,
Yo bitch ass sound like Taylor Swift inside that episode,
damn.

Ghostwriter. (prod. ctr1s)

Track VII.
LYRICS:
Broke my heart in half a dozen pieces, on the floor,
Drown my body in the liquor, alcohol, the booze, and more,
I might show you how a mothafucka worshipping they soul,
The only thing you rap about is how you're in the zone,

But I want more money,
I think it's so funny, funny,
How you know nothing,
But you tryin to correct me, shit is so funny,
How you know nothing,

But I- but I don't care,
Doing what I want, and ima hit it on the snare,
Pop a perc, it hurt because the perc ain't even there,
Run-run into the field, I prance around, I ain't a bear, 
I hope you hear this shit and it'll make you shed a tear,

But I'm a shit bag,
Just a corpse that's meant to rot,
I would get back, 
If I were you I'm gettin popped,
On my big stacks,
I'm eating good, I eat a lot, 
Until I get fat, but the homeless eat a box,  

Broke my heart in half a dozen pieces, on the floor,
Drown my body in the liquor, alcohol, the booze, and more,
I might show you how a mothafucka worshipping they soul,
The only thing you rap about is how you're in the zone,

Liquor, Alcohol, Booze, More. (prod. sunsetzer0)

Track II.
LYRICS:
STEPPING IN MY WAY, YOU GETTIN HIT ON A POSTER,
SCREAMIN OUT YOUR LUNGS, I MAKE YOU FAINT LIKE A COASTER,
PUT YOU IN A BATH BUT WITH A PLUGGED IN TOASTER,
WHEN YOU WANNA FUCK WITH ME, YOUR HEAD IS IN THE ROTOR,

WANNA GET HIGH,
FEELIN THE SKY,
FEELIN THE WIND,
UP IN THE NIGHT,
PUT YOU ASIDE,
HOPING YOU'LL FLY,
CAN YOU BE MINE? 
OR WILL YOU GO DIE,

WANNA GET HIGH,
FEELIN THE SKY,
FEELIN THE WIND,
UP IN THE NIGHT,
PUT YOU ASIDE,
HOPING YOU'LL FLY,
CAN YOU BE MINE? 
OR WILL YOU GO DIE,

UP INSIDE THE WRIST IS WHERE THE BLOOD STAYS DRY AND,
EVERY TIME YOU CRACK, IT MEANS THE EGG WILL FRY, SOME, 
DING THE TIMER'S DONE BUT WILL THE NEXT ONE SHOW UP?
YOU NEVER FUCKIN KNOW, SO HOPE YOU DO NOT BLOW UP,

CRASH INTO A TREE, I MAKE SURE THAT I GET UP,
STEPPING ON YOUR FEET, BUT I DON'T GIVE A FUCK, NOW,
FALL ONTO MY KNEES BECAUSE I MIGHT JUST THROW UP,
SITTING AT YOUR GRAVE, I KNOW I CANNOT SHOW LOVE,

...
ONE TWO THREE FOUR,
ONE FOR THE TOASTER, ONE TO GET ROASTED,
AWH, I'M A GHOST AND, I FEEL THE MOST HANDS, 
ON MY THIGHS, ON MY NECK, NO DEMANDS, YEAH,
BUT THE SCOPE, GOT THE CHOKE, WITH A RED DOT,

ONE FOR THE TOASTER, ONE TO GET ROASTED,
ONE TO SHUT EM UP, CAUSE ALL THESE FUCKERS FEEL IMPORTANT,
MAKE A BODY TWITCH INSIDE YOUR HEAD, INSIDE THE MORGUE, YEAH,
FOUR TO HOPE FOR MISERY, SHOUT OUT TO PARAMORE, YEAH,

(But all these fuckers wanna be me)

STEPPING IN MY WAY, YOU GETTIN HIT ON A POSTER,
SCREAMIN OUT YOUR LUNGS, I MAKE YOU FAINT LIKE A COASTER,
PUT YOU IN A BATH BUT WITH A PLUGGED IN TOASTER,
WHEN YOU WANNA FUCK WITH ME, YOUR HEAD IS IN THE ROTOR,

STEPPING IN MY WAY, YOU GETTIN HIT ON A POSTER,
SCREAMIN OUT YOUR LUNGS, I MAKE YOU FAINT LIKE A COASTER,
PUT YOU IN A BATH BUT WITH A PLUGGED IN TOASTER,
WHEN YOU WANNA FUCK WITH ME, YOUR HEAD IS IN THE ROTOR,

UP INSIDE THE WRIST IS WHERE THE BLOOD STAYS DRY AND,
EVERY TIME YOU CRACK, IT MEANS THE EGG WILL FRY, SOME, 
DING THE TIMER'S DONE BUT WILL THE NEXT ONE SHOW UP?
YOU NEVER FUCKIN KNOW, SO HOPE YOU DO NOT BLOW UP,

CRASH INTO A TREE, I MAKE SURE THAT I GET UP,
STEPPING ON YOUR FEET, BUT I DON'T GIVE A FUCK, NOW,
FALL ONTO MY KNEES BECAUSE I MIGHT JUST THROW UP,
SITTING AT YOUR GRAVE, I KNOW I CANNOT SHOW LOVE,

COASTER. (prod. TAOCHI)

Track III.
LYRICS:
ROT,
WHAT I GOTTA SAY TO FIGHT EM OFF?
ALL MY FUCKING DOGS, PLAYING TAG LIKE IT'S COD, 
EVERY FUCKING PUSSY TRYNA HATE UP ON MY JOB, 
OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, 
OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD,  
SPINNING IN MY ROOM, I SWEAR I'M TRAPPED INSIDE A BOX,
FUCK THAT LIL HOE, I'M BOUTA MAKE HER GET ON TOP,

RO-ROPE AROUND MY NECK, THAT SHIT ABOUT TO MAKE ME DROP, BITCH,
I AIN'T GOING HOME, MY TIME IS TICKING LIKE A BOMB,

PULL EM OUT THE RIVER, FEEL THE BLOOD, THAT MORTAL ENVY,
PERKIN UP, I'M GEEKIN OUT, BUT I THINK I'M ON PLENTY,
DON'T WORK WITH SHIT YOU TELL ME,
DON'T GOT A MORAL COMPASS CAUSE THAT SHIT WOULD FUCKIN END ME,

YOU'RE BREAKIN DOWN MY NERVES, AND I JUST THINK YOU GOTTA GET BACK,
DEVIL DO THE WORST, WHEN ALL YOU GOT'S A FUCKIN TIC TAC,
RIPPIN OUT YOUR LUNG, SO I CAN GIVE YOU FUCKIN FAKE CASH,
STANDIN ON MY MONEY, LIKE A MONKEY WITH A BIG STACK,

ALL MY FUCKING DOGS, PLAYING TAG LIKE IT'S COD, 
EVERY FUCKING PUSSY TRYNA HATE UP ON MY JOB, 
OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, 
OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD,  
SPINNING IN MY ROOM, I SWEAR I'M TRAPPED INSIDE A BOX,

ALL MY FUCKING DOGS, PLAYING TAG LIKE IT'S COD, 
EVERY FUCKING PUSSY TRYNA HATE UP ON MY JOB, 
OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, 
OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD,  
SPINNING IN MY ROOM, I SWEAR I'M TRAPPED INSIDE A BOX,
FUCK THAT LIL HOE, I'M BOUTA MAKE HER GET ON TOP,

DOGTAGS. (prod. sore)

Track V.
LYRICS:
BYE, HUH.
MY EYES ARE DILATED, I CRY,
HUH.
MY REPUTATION ON MY SIDE,
HOW THE FUCK DO I COLLIDE?
HOW THE FUCK DO I COLLIDE?

ICARUS FLEW TOO HIGH INTO THE SUN, AND THAT BITCH DIED,
PUSSY, YOU DROP, WITH A SHOT, LIKE A MUHFUCKIN FLY,
CALL IN A SWAT ON YO HOUSE AND
WATCH YOU DIE, 
WATCH YOU DIE,

...
ROT,
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, IN YOUR STOMACH, I ROT,
TWISTING INSIDE, WHILE I PULL ALL YOUR FLESH INTO KNOTS,
MAKING THESE THREES, SHE GON GET ON HER KNEES, FOR THE COCK,
CAUSE THE ONES WHO DEFY FROM MY NAME DON'T KNOW I'M A GOD,

The final fuckin fact is that I'm better than a hit, 
Cause all these rappers staying rats inside my head, they fuckin miss,
The face to face, I fuck a bitch,
My love for cash, to stay the rich,
I'm satisfied with all the wealth, increase the masses that I'm with,

So that your little tiny stu will never get the chance to live,
I put a bullet through your brain, an extra two inside your ribs, 
I set my dick between your eyes, for easy access to your lips,
Cause all you really are.. is a bitch.

BYE, HUH.
MY EYES ARE DILATED, I CRY,
HUH.
MY REPUTATION ON MY SIDE,
HOW THE FUCK DO I COLLIDE?
HOW THE FUCK DO I COLLIDE?

ICARUS FLEW TOO HIGH INTO THE SUN, AND THAT BITCH DIED,
PUSSY, YOU DROP, WITH A SHOT, LIKE A MUHFUCKIN FLY,
CALL IN A SWAT ON YO HOUSE AND
WATCH YOU DIE, 

ICARUS FLEW TOO HIGH. (prod. itø)

Track VI.
LYRICS:
Ima go slit, I kill in my cardigan,
Ima pull the plug, I watch you, find guardians,
All the people talk, and talk, they talk, industry,
Getting out my face, I'm made to break, pardon!

Gotta plant a seed, a musical garden,
Up inside my head, I'm ang-ery often, 
Tap into the art, I kick em, no spartan,
Using all my air, I'm screaming out Carbon,
I said fuck,

Where's the fuckin beat at?

Readin on a mind, no psychic,
Shawty got gas, little pussy wanna siphon, uh,
Trippin off of molly, with a sidekick,
Gassed up shawty want the mothafuckin nightstick, yuh,

Rollin up a joint, it might stick, uh,
Smokin on my gas, it got a nice kick, uh,
Purple on the tip, I got a micro,
High note, super cool, I show it like a psycho, huh,

RIP MY STRAP, FROM THE GAT, KITTY GONNA BE SAD, FROM THE BACK, NAH. PAUSE, PAUSE, 
DEAD, ONE SLAP, ON THE ASS, LIKE RASH, THAT SHIT RED, GIVE APPLAUSE, PLAUSE, 
DON'T REPEAT, THE VERSE ALL I NEED, THE CARS I'VE KEYED ARE GONE, GONE,
POP TWO, THREE, ONE WHEEL, MY FEET, MY CHECKS DEPLETE, THEY LOST, LOST,
FUCK MY JOB, SAID FUCK MY BOSS, SAID FUCK THAT SHIT, I'M DONE, DONE.

DONE, DONE.
I'M DONE, DONE, DONE.

MICRO. (prod. teku)

i made this in soundtrap and not to sure what to call this enjoy i guess

Milky

lyrics:

liminality beckons to me sweetly
familiar melody posesses me completely
i can't scream underwater
i can't scream underwater

liminality, between now and then
dreaming when awake now and now again
i can't scream underwater
i can't scream underwater

liminality

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cc8EMxdNvOk
^ main instrumental courtesy of (prod. voidrave99)

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