Waiting For The Moon

Symbol of the Sinner (cursedmusic2008)

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TRAUMA

What's The Problem (Remix)
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Featuring @young-skellington
Produced by thet3rtnn x @nightrdd x @vexdsoul
Mixed & Mastered by DEEMXNN & Young Skellington

lyrics:

(DEEMXNN):
blow a bag until i'm geeked outta my shit
i'm far from rock bottom
two sides to my ways, you wanted war 
like what's the damn problem

i don't even care for that bitch nigga
or do i
do i care for that bitch nigga?
they're there and gone i don't give a fuck nigga

blow a bag until i'm geeked outta my shit
i'm far from rock bottom
two sides to my ways, you wanted war
like what's the damn problem
i'm never pulling that card, don't fuck wit me bitch
you are still fallen
ha ha ha...
what's the problem yeah like
why the fuck you lying on my name 
bitch you gon die bout it
too much on my mind they're there and gone
then i ain't worried bout it
been bounded down i won't quit
i love this shit, don't wanna go without it

i'm a demon baby let me come and fuck up your life
come and entertain me at the crib, i been up all night
i been feeling empty baby yeah i'm far from the light
i need a reason i ain't patient
 i don't care bout the price
in and out through out that smoke
that shit ain't new so let me know
i been quiet but don't provoke
my nigga's know i'm still a goat
it's been a cold summer
laid out on the lot, he's turning ghost
and i been out my slumber
ranking wit them demons, he a joke
he a fake, don't need a blade
imma beat that mf's face until my knuckles break
swerving in my lane like he don't give a fuck about a fate
nigga shhh...
go to sleep, his ass is in his grave
and he ain't coming back
we ain't the same so he can't run it back
i'm like a running back
i'm running over these niggas for a bag
like he ain't aiming back
extendo on the stick and now he falling back
got this nigga dancing from this beam
like where the fuck he at?
(where he at?)

(Young Skellington):
I pull up on em whats the problem I got this shit by myself 
Hit the throttle being followed by a charger that’s the 12 
Fully auto what’s the model g19 up on my belt
Pop a bottle wit a model only sippin top shelf 
Aye 
Hardest pill to swallow if the hand that you was dealt 
I was down at rock bottom didn’t need your fucking help 
Deemxnn drop em head shot em send that pussy boy to hell 
It’s a problem ima solve it flee the scene inside a hellcat 
Only Smokin gas Smokin dabs you can smell that 
Dick on all the straps all I really need is one tap 
I be in my bag bout my cash i won’t go out sad 
Vette go super fast anti lag flames spit out the back 
Crash out you gone make me crash out I don’t play about my bitch I pull the fucking Mac out 
Wow 
Cash out yea I had to cash out cause I’m all about a check and I wont ever back down

What's The Problem feat. Young Skellington (Remix)

Forgive Me Father, For I Have Sinned

Forgive Me Father, For I Have Sinned [prod. Undead Ronin]

written & performed by fxckjamie
produced by nightrdd & skinnydrag 
cover art by fxckjamie 

(Lyrics)

I cracked open the door to hell
I thought I would just take a peak 
But I released some demons and I turned into another freak
Im drowning in my guilt now any day im gonna have to sink 
Right down into the bottom tear apart my only way to speak
I’ve been losing sleep like every night now it’s a curse Im feeling helpless in my skin and I know soon I will reverse myself into a place I can’t imagine but I know it’s worse so I’ll just bite another bullet and just write a fucking verse 

I’ve seen some things that’ll fuck yo brain 
Like everyday I wanna make a stain 
I’ll spill my guts right down the drain
or other ways I can’t explain (x2)

Always Staying apprehensive cuz I’m only seeing bad signs
All my thoughts are blurry, feel like I’m out of my damn mind
Think I’ll take my life but imma wait until it feels right
Shrouded by the dark still want to live to see the daylight 
I know I said it once but I’mma say it again I ain’t fucking around no I ain’t playing pretend
I bury all of my thoughts deep in the ground
I just wanna forget everything I found 

I’ve seen some things that’ll fuck yo brain 
Like everyday I wanna make a stain 
Spill my guts right down the drain
or other ways I can’t explain (x2)

Another night that im high and loosing my sight
Act fine, out of line, trying to make it all right
Another light so bright that I failed to ignite 
But I ain’t bitchin despite 
Im always loosing the fight (x2)

MULHOLLAND DRIVE [PROD. NIGHTRDD & SKINNYDRAG]

MOBBS RADICAL — YUNALESCA(PROD. JON LOC)

tear the moon out from the sky
the spectral cloak it separates
deny my reality
the only thought eviscerate
I dont need connections
if anything they just complicate 
passing through the void
I need some air my weapons ventilate
gorge your empty bellies on gallons of rotten fruit
getting sicker by the minute
you're too weak to pull the roots
empathy is not my game
I scrape you from the bottom of my boot
listen to my voice
I pull the hammer point the glock and shoot
watch the cars go by
call em shooting stars
buried under maple leaves my childhood
a thousand scars
mask up so I could just get away
and now I contemplate
do I even have a face
I might as well just dissipate
standing closer to the edge
I think Im on my precipice
blood soaked rags
hanging from my bones they resinous
hit the switch and let it blow
I wanna set a precedence
wear the mask a martyr
and I set off on my exodus
not the same person
that you thought I was in 2018
grew a little older
a little colder
down to brass tacks
where the stash at
didnt wanna flash that
but we passed that
built up for the combat
did you find it funny?
aint it kind of funny?
did you find it funny?
Ima catch you laughing

I Keep My Face Guarded

[Lyrics]

I've been feeling out of body from theses hundred blunts I rolled
I've been in these blizzards but I've never felt this fucking cold
Christ been acting heartless after knowing all the lies were told
Think I'll take a trip and explore myself from about a year ago
I've been, needing just a little bit more of that high I miss
I've been, seeing the lines but I'm not sure what line this is
Has been, off of the klon, I look at the clock, what time is it?
Asking, if there was a God then why would he let me die like this?

12 gauge let my brain spray, these the visions I paint in my songs from my head
My mind aches, I need me a break when I break up the fucking dust on my desk
12 days locked inside of my cage, missing my boys, hope I'm dying next
Same ways just different dose, I'm finding my hope when I'm losing my breath
Fuck heaven I don't belong with you pussies that are always acting correct
Satan waiting for my soul, I feel in my bones that it's almost time to collect
Benzos got me caring less and less, I couldn't feel the distress if I wanted to
I've carried my god damn cross for all of you, but I'm falling again.

Blizzard (prod. D E S Y E D)

slow

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