bh6w - lucio vs. hydraulic press

prod glossalia + me

mix that shit w my sprite, dont that sound nice
i get fly, high as a kite, oh that sound nice.
bitch im soaring , through the sky,
look at yo bitch cs she caught my eye
live in the now cs im still gon die 
chill rn, cs i still need time
giving me space and i dont know why
hand on the bible u still gon lie
u say u confused we was so defined 
swear this bitch fumbled im so damn fine
pickin and choosing whos next in the line
high every six seconds my life is a vine
like how she not famous she so damn divine
i cheat on myself when my thoughts cross the line

like this bitch crossed the line
shoulda left her when i saw the first sign
why u wasting my time
why u wasting my ti-

mix that shit w my sprite, dont that sound nice
i get fly, high as a kite, oh that sound nice.

Sound nice

prod me

side to side baby go to side to side
side to side baby go to side to side
side to side side to side side to side
side to side side to side side to side

u decide 4 me, u decide.
i aint the final me, i aint the final guy
(go)
side to side w me
side to side w me
side to side w me
side w me

i do that shit- that shit
i do that shit for attention (side to side w me)
that shit for attention- that shit for attention (side to side w me)
that shit for attention (side to side w me)
did for attention- attention (side to side w me)
attention (side to side w me)
knew for a minute i - (side to side w me)
knew for a (side to side w me)
knew for a minute im destined

Side to side

original audio:
https://youtu.be/He8Ude0rs6g?si=2OFs5t3YKz8pAkcD

all audio credits go to the artists

maybe its the drugs

(sped up + reverb) SO TOXIC! - angst!, SUPXR, prodkaz, QKReign

prod me
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fkPG-DF4ET8
He literally cried on my shoulder, poor baby. Broke my heart.
I think its brought Nick and I a lot closer.

Weed my best friend
I cant feel shit
I hate myself
I cant do this 
Y u so cold is it bc we just kissed?
Take it all back, but still it stays in the end
Weed my best friend
I cant feel shit
I hate myself
I cant do this
try to be cold, but i see past all that shit
I try to be bold, but i lack the confidence

Flexed up my body frail i feel like maury Povich
U a extra in my movie no damn emotion
Struggling with the script but u wro-
Struggling with the script but u wrote it
I'm not talking devotion 
Not 1 girl could change my notions
Changed everything i Knew since
Holy shit what a nuisance
ur the reason im me
ur the reason im me
ur the reason im me
ur the reason im me

Weed my best friend
I cant feel shit
I hate myself
I cant do this 
Weed my best friend
I cant feel shit
I hate myself
I cant do this 


 


Best friend

pinkpantheress - stateside #jerseyclub

BUCKSHOT & FAKEMINK - FEVER
PRODUCED - OSCAR18 + GRIMOIRE
MIXING - GABRIEL SCHUMAN

You know im cold but Im hot got a fever
Puttin Tris in a Crush 2 litre
we got Yay come Fluffy like Bunny
Blood on my Givenchy tee 
nose runnin
Im w Buckshot summertime driving hot outside
so we gotta keep tha top off
Up now but u kno I still buss shots
high grade they like wait let me cop some 


ye yea

swear to god I live in Kate moss moments 
Had it in my hands but it fumble when I hold it 
Under city lights, moving out of frame
West Village bitch, but she won’t stay the same
Bones too sharp, skin stays tight
Breath too slow from a long last night
Heart too fast and my chest gets tight 
crying out my name with tears in her eyessssss


Q FOR THE FIFTY TWENTY FIVE EIGHTH
she cute n she miss me callin me bae
but i aint got time bich im married to the game
fast fast life man im loving this pace


Every leap of faith of fall
Fade away into the Curtain call 
I found god in the Bathroom stall 
Forgive my sins, pray to Saint Laurent 


You know im cold but Im hot got a fever
Puttin Tris in a Crush 2 litre
we got Yay come Fluffy like Bunny
Blood on my Givenchy tee 
nose runnin
Im w Buckshot summertime driving hot outside
so we gotta keep tha top off
Up now but u kno I still buss shots
high grade they like wait let me cop some
You know im cold but Im hot got a fever
Puttin Tris in a Crush 2 litre
we got Yay come Fluffy like Bunny
Blood on my Givenchy tee 
nose runnin
Im w Buckshot summertime driving hotoutside
so we gotta keep tha top off
Up now but u kno I still buss shots
high grade they like wait waitwait

Goooood doooope
no feelings
I’m so high call me the Celing 
Balenciaga bag full of whispers n pills
Dior on the dresser I got blood on the bills
Up down sideways but I’m falling backwards 
Pop a painkiller oxycodone with a Xanax 
I was on the runways I was out in Paris 
Now i dont even leave the House im Embarrassed


recorded November 6th 2024

heaven

td