Psycho Bob

Return Of St. Thomas

Touch Rim (Prod by Jewelryboy)

Lyrics:
all i see is blood red, blacked out vision
calling me, is hood-fed bad decisions 
going to the feds, will put you in a bad position
bitch you better listen cause im talking to you
dont got a ride so im walking to you
im hawkin a loog in ya face when i start talking to you 
get out the city now or i start stalkin-a-you 
could get real shitty keep it chill or drop a bomb on ya roof
stop acting aloof

you was right i am the crazy one 
plenty knives and guns i dont have a single lazy one
time for lyings done, try to paste me imma fry me some
thats a lot of blood, its ok it doesnt phase me none
fucking with my son, i really fucking spray me some
meet me one on one pussy lets see who can take me on

whole team of spies watching me like a hawk
whole stream of lies smacking me when you talk
im boutta, track you back to the street where you walk
homemade tomahawk in the crack of ya jaw 
im the, no name Tony Stark
2 suits 
this whole thing, is just way too cute 

“i dont even know where to go from here, feeling worse for wear”
ha bitch what you thought, that i really care?
lets play truth or dare
and ill dare you to say truth 
bet you shit your underwear 
so tiny to me, what the fuck you doing under there?
running through your mind like im Wylee Coyote
the fuck it matter to you bitch? you do not know me 
im just freeloading, staying busy, dick showing
in the land of yodie
   
faded than a hoe, faded than a hoe 
i made it through the rain like im Barry Manilow
hit it so good i made her second cherry go
did it on the high when it shouldve been the low 
wouldnt be a problem if it werent for the hoe 
now i gotta rob em and then to their funeral they go

Credit: https://www.youtube.com/@KimboBeatzClassic for the instrumental

Lyrics:
(hook)
pass me that motherfucking vodka Coca Cola 
spin ya baby block in that stock rental low Corolla
do or do not there is no try, im fucking Yoda
you aint real fly, you is just my money holder
x2

faded off my ass pussy, keep on getting on 
i got wine in my cellar, it came straight from Lebanon
bitches fall in love with all these tattoos on my arm
i got a farm of hoes, take your fucking pick of any one  
I come from the East, im just here to cause you harm 
there is no peace, gonna find yourself deceased in front of everyone
catch a flight to Guam and dont know what island im on
might be rich, when i yawn the designer just keep piling on 
i can never sleep
too busy being seduced 
my bank account aint reduced 
im knocking your wifey loose 
in an off brand pair of some shoes
this shit aint fair ive deduced
she pouring me rum and juice 
thats not what i wanted bitch i said 
  
(hook)

i been drunk as hell for 5 days straight now 
all your little friends in your city get sprayed down 
this a home game we dont root for the away town
7.62 it hit yo ass and turn you gay now
7 pistols in my house its a parade now 
but i might be late because this 10 i got just laid down 
fuck her face like its a race im no longer delayed now 
coming for your ass, and you should probably be afraid now  
alcoholic tendencies, bitch wheres my drink at
i just got some coke, now tell me where the sink at 
im just tryna cope, not depressed so dont you think that 
but your family will be when they see your fucking wig back

Credit: https://www.youtube.com/@prodbytekilla for the instrumental

Vodka Soda

Drunk and numb

2024 “freestyle

Tenaciou6 - Purgatory

THE PLUG

a longing

Oh, you drink down your tea, with no sugar, naturally.
And, you say it's because you're already sweet enough.
And, you won't eat your beef from the plate with foxhunters on it.
And you never stop to think about the hypocrisy.

Sing Valerie.
Forget your dreams.
You're sure there's so much time left.
To find your way in here.
For free. 
You'll always be.
You'll always win.

Oh, the man of your dreams is a figment in the mirror.
Which lays broken in the corner of your untidy room.
All your plans and the schemes don't disturb you from the glimmer of delusion.
Keeps you going even when your life gets cold.
Never old, never sold, never saying when you want it.
Never knowing what you really wanted till it passed you by.

Sing Valerie.
Forget your dreams.
You're sure there's so much time.
So you'll wind your way up there.
For free. 
You'll never see.
Aim for the win.

Oh, the boxes in the hall. 
Full of everything you never threw away. 
When you ran away from university.
To see the world, shag about, post an arse shot up on twitter.
Aiming for that special someone who's just always out of reach.
Oh, you would ignore them love if they wrote you a fucking sonnet.
There is no such thing as someone who just fits you like a glove.
Never get old, never sold, never saying where you want it.
Never knowing what you really wanted till it passes by.

Sing Valerie.
Forget the dream.
There is just endless time here.
To sing along to Valerie.
Forget the dream.
No reason to decide here.
Sing along to Valerie.
Forget your dreams.
You're sure there's so much time left.
You'll find your way up there.
For free. 
You'll always be.
Aim for the win.

Sing, Valerie

Terr

The kid from Austin, Texas evolved into the LV TrillGod. Emo-Trill and Underground until they put me down

Return Of St. Thomas

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