If you ask how I’m doin’ now 
I’m still tryna figure out 
The right way I could move on.
I was drinkin’ beer at my buddy’s house
When he told me all about 
How you got you a new one. 
I got straight into my truck headed towards the county line. 
With your picture still in my pocket, 
Weighin' hard on my mind.
Man, I wish trade our places. 
Cuz I still find myself thinkin’ 
Maybe later you could relate 

Maybe later you'll be sittin' at the bar, 
Starin' at your phone waitin' for my name to pop up on it. 
Maybe later you'll be up on that altar thinkin'
Damn, should've gave that cowboy a chance. 
And maybe later you'll be down on your knees.
In front of another man, you really wish he was me, don't you? 
Maybe later you'll realize did me so wrong, 
And maybe later I would've moved on.

Everytime I hit this bar 
I drink enough where this whiskey starts tastin’ a lot like your lips.
Gettin' lost inside this alcohol
Grippin' this glass the same way that I used to grab at your hips. 
See you walkin’ around town actin’ like you’re doing fine
But you think about how his beard feels a lot like mine, don’t it?
Wishin' you could trade our places 
Cuz you still find yourself thinkin' 
Maybe later I could relate


Maybe later you'll be sittin' at the bar, 
Starin' at your phone waitin' for my name to pop up on it. 
Maybe later you'll be up on that altar thinkin'
Damn, should've gave that cowboy a chance. 
And maybe later you'll be down on your knees.
In front of another man, you really wish he was me, don't you? 
Maybe later you'll realize did me so wrong, 
And maybe later I would've moved on.


Maybe later you'll be sittin' at the bar, 
Starin' at your phone waitin' for my name to pop up on it. 
Maybe later you'll be up on that altar thinkin'
Damn, should've gave that cowboy a chance. 
And maybe later you'll be down on your knees.
In front of another man, you really wish he was me, don't you? 
Maybe later you'll realize did me so wrong, 
And maybe later I would've moved on.

Prod. BachBeats

Maybe Later

Croissant

the lead single from my upcoming EP 'Capricious' ♥ pls enjoy and drink responsibly!

lyrics:
Got me spinnin in circles,
Under the lights,
Tryna resist,
But I'm losing the fight,
So I get another bottle,
To forget all my sins,
A game I always play,
But I never win (win, win, win, win),
I never win (win, win, win, win),
So in a circle, I'll spin (spin, spin, spin, spin)
And I'll just grab a bottle,
I'll worry tomorrow,

I know it's just no good,
But I can't help myself,
The burning down my throat,
Drowning my cry for help,
I tell my friends I'm good,
I'm just a little drunk,
Cause how can I tell them,
That I'm feelin really fucked up,

I'm a party girl, 
Get it started girl,
Buy a few shots,
Take a guy home typa girl,
Sneak out in the morning,
Don't text him back typa girl,
And I rinse and repeat,
And it's killing me,
This isn't the life that I had dreamed,

Got me spinnin in circles,
Under the lights,
Tryna resist,
But I'm losing the fight,
So I get another bottle,
To forget all my sins,
A game I always play,
But I never win (win, win, win, win),
I never win (win, win, win, win),
So in a circle, I'll spin (spin, spin, spin, spin)
And I'll just grab a bottle,
I'll worry tomorrow,

A tiger can't change it's stripes,
So why was I born with mine,
I'm falling deeper down and further,
Into a hazy, blurry night (oh yeah),
Deeper down,
And deeper down,
Into the bottle,
I might drown,
Deeper down,
And deeper down,
Goin in circles,
Round and round,
Somebody rescue me,
I just feel so awful,
I might just have to get myself another bottle, yeah

Got me spinnin in circles,
Under the lights,
Tryna resist,
But I'm losing the fight,
So I get another bottle,
To forget all my sins,
A game I always play,
But I never win (win, win, win, win),
I never win (win, win, win, win),
So in a circle, I'll spin (spin, spin, spin, spin)
And I'll just grab a bottle,
I'll worry tomorrow,

I never win (win, win, win, win),
I never win (win, win, win, win),
So in a circle, I'll spin (spin, spin, spin, spin)
And I'll just grab a bottle,
I'll worry tomorrow

Circles

Lyrics:

Oh x3 
Fallin fallin for you was never the plan

Tie my shoes I aint trippin no more
Wipe the smile off my face I'm glancing at the floor
Every time we see each other in passing
Oh we've been here a thousand times
Lost all of our sleep on countless nights
I am not yours and you certainly aren't mine

We aren't anything more than friends
We aren't anything close to gold 
Why are you so cold to me 
When I was never yours to hold

Falling for you was never the plan
You always swore we weren't more than friends
You want me back but I can't stand the thought of us again

I thought we knew where we were
Everything thought to be so easy once we’re apart
Nothing ‘bout the declaration of your heart is worth it anymore

Oh, we aren't anything more than friends
Why are you so cold to me 
When I was never yours to hold 

Falling for you was never the plan
You always swore we weren't more than friends
You want me back but I can't stand the thought of us again


Falling for you was never the plan
You always swore we weren't more than friends
You want me back but I can't stand the thought of you leaving

I can't stand the thought of you leaving
We’re better off as friends, again…

Mixed by Jonathan
https://soundcloud.com/meatmountains

Beat by Heydium on Youtube

friends, again

i remember (ft. Bobby Brantley)

Deja Vu

Second

When my hand slips 
I blast six ballistic tips to the masses
I'm on the blacklist
a vast plan in mathematics
so I grip the last Damascus 
and bring my apparatus to slash shit

my verse passes lips havin' radiation risk
I'm a hip hop conservationist
and I'm lackin' patience in
my daily operation since we built up those relationships
my skills don't pay the bills coz its filth like you label it

I unlock information bits
I swapped installation disks
and got the indication quick
that your clique associations shift
i dunno what your situation is 
or how your reputation twists
ya one two combination missed
explanation imitation fists

my occupation be the linguist
my destination will consist of all the constellations in my grip
my plans are encrypted 
deep inside the subscript

irregular like palpitations skip
I rip perforation strips 
you fell off like intoxication trips
sell out type liquidation flips
come back when that medications fixed
but watch out for the smoke lit and scope glint 
ya drunk bitch

i shoot the gap
in pursuit of real rap
i produce my own tracks
sharpen the battle axe
I'm parkin Cadillac's
and tuckin rat a tats
spartan of my habitat
i fly the battle flag
I blur the line like cataracts
observe the avalanche
and pack ya travel bag
matter of fact
cancel that and paddle back
and get that ass rabid attacked by the gravel in my tracks

I'm a massive attack
like paradise circus tracks
finding paradigm surface cracks
with methods i unpack
grab a mac for the attack

i blast the exact origin
that orange split dead on the porcelain
I rain lead as hordes descend 
miles of pain spread to scores of men
we kickin doors again
you in war against a hornets nest
the killa bee core infest
I course correct for effect 
because I'm more direct than the rest
coz i don't even fuck with those cats
with corny raps like the chorus said

I'm Trece Loco in the fuckin head
and ill leave you wasted left for dead
ill paint the carpets red
as i achieve and manifest the heavens darkest dread

machete in my garden shed
departed heads meet the sharpest ends
you wanna battle me
you flatter me
ya betta bring a strategy
I'm the infernal kings eternal gravity 
i studied the rap anatomy
at the verbal academy
back at the apple tree
Adam and Eve handed me the gasoline
a lot of ya product out here lackin calories
its dry like cattle feed
ya'll believe in fantasies like dragons teeth
wrapped up in the vanity
a fallacy
your reality lacks an actuality
but fuck the formalities lets put it to the test
so far i aint impressed
you have no idea who I've killed for the skills that I possess
they were quick deceitful deaths
as I progress through my descent
I predict now you know 
I'm not the evil you'd expect

Jimenez - The Last Damascus

PURPLE PARTY GUNNER X YB X NALDI

Purple Party - Naldi ft. Gunner & YB

After Popular demand I'm releasing my cover of 
My Kind Of Heaven Is You by Saint Noelle
@saintnoelle
(Hope you enjoy if you listen Saint ;W;) 
HERE YOU GO

My Kind Of Heaven Is You Cover

Trece Locos
Official record label located in Los Santos, specializing in an underground and cinematic sound.
Established 2022

Artist Links:
Mako V - https://soundcloud.com/makocox
Wonka - https://soundcloud.com/amos_wonka
Ashley - https://soundcloud.com/user-488996293-938812449
Leon King - https://soundcloud.com/rizzybx
Layla - https://soundcloud.com/layla-hamilton-213346334
SAGE - https://soundcloud.com/sage_reaver
Claire - https://soundcloud.com/clairebarton-trecelocos
Stew - https://soundcloud.com/stewzekey
Myles - https://soundcloud.com/myles-79815563
Barry - https://soundcloud.com/arryellard