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NASCAR ALOE - SIMPLY FUCKING MENTAL (OFFICIAL VIDEO).mp3

lyrics:

street lights 
Reds dead 
scared sprites 
Dark night 
Where’s mine 
Shared time 
In the sky 

I’ll stay alive 
I️ don’t die 
I’ll stay alive 
I️ don’t die 

My down time 
Isn’t worth tears doll

i hope you remember me (prod.solsa)

kashimotu @kashimotu
TR3 @cursedones
SLXUGHTER @slxughter666

SPOTIFY & APPLE MUSIC

its hot as fuck in my room right now w/ Kashimotu & TR3 [Prod. SLXUGHTER]

MATING CALL (PROD. MUD)

featuring @fuckapache (0:20 - 1:30) & @drear26 (1:30 - 2:04)
art by @yumi_0

chordophone lyre plucked (feat. apache & drear)

Prod. https://soundcloud.com/wndwsdwn

Baby I feel burnt out
I need a second
Look at how I turned out
Lethal weapon
I don’t even work out
But I’m flexing
No one wanna know me so I’m lonely in my record
Dropped out
Lost now
I just wanna live with love now
Up down
How my feelings goin
Around
I doubt
Every single person
Round me
Right now
(Right now)
I got 50 on me
Living lonely
I’m the only one I’m giving dollie
Got some homies, sippin 40’s, talking to the police
Imma drown into this bottle
I’m not talking codiene
Fellin hollow, with this sorrow never want it goin
How it happened, but it happened and I’m not the goalie
You could shoot a couple targets but don’t shoot em at me
So don’t shoot em at me
She can have me when she want me
Whenever she need it
Like it’s nascar baby I’m never depleting
Racing laps around ur feelings while feeling defeated
I’m a rockstar, hate me, while I get to dreaming
While I get to dreaming
I’m passing and leaving

Burnt Out (Prod. WNDWS)

SERIAL KILLA, RAISED IN THE VILLA
DEMONS IN MY HEAD SO I GOTTA PULL THE TRIGGA
DONT FUCK WITH MY CLIQUE CAUSE WE ALL THE SAME PERSON
NERVOUS 
CAUSE A FUCKIN PIG BEEN LURKIN
BREAKDOWNS
TAKIN PILLS DAILY
I CANT EVEN BREATHE CAUSE SHIT IS FEELIN HAZY
MAYBE
I GOT HELLA PLANS FOR THIS WORLD BUT IM STUCK
INSIDE A HOSPITAL AND ALL MY FANS ARE MAKE BELIEVE

HEY BITCH WATCH WHERE YOU STEPPIN
YOURE FLEXIN ON A FUCKIN LEATHAL WEAPON
HEY BITCH WATCH WHERE YOU STEPPIN
WE GONNA START A BLOODY ARMAGEDDON 

IN THE BACKSEAT AND YOURE RIDIN WITH A STRANGER
HE'S GOT A NICE SMILE AND HE AND TOLD YOU THAT YOURE PRETTY
WHAT A NICE NIGHT
WHAT A NICE GUY
TAKE ANOTHER SIP THEN ITS LIGHTS OUT
CLICK

IM SORRY, IT DIDNT MEAN TO GO LIKE THIS
BUT I GOT SOME FEELINGS THAT I CANT EXPRESS
THE BLOOD ON MY KNIFE TREATS ME BETTER THAN YOU DO

SLIPPIN
BETWEEN THE CRACKS
AND GOD DAMN WHY DOES IT HURT SO BAD
LOCK MY DOORS AND DRAW THE CURTAINS 
MY TIME HAS COME AND IM FUCKIN CERTAIN I,

RUNNIN, RUNNIN FROM MY PAST LIFE
(PARANOID)
NEVER SLEEPING IN THE NIGHT TIME
BITCH JUST CATCH THIS BLADE SO I CAN REST
BITCH THINK SHE CLEVER LETS PUT IT TO THE TEST

HEY BITCH 
DIDNT GET THE MESSGAE 
PRETTY BLONDE HAIR STREAK LOUD IN THE WRECKAGE
OH SHIT WE FUCK WIT NO PROTECTION 
COUPLE MONTHS LATER NOW SHE PUSHIN OUT THE SECOND COMING
I HEAR THE ANGLES CALLIN 
WHAT DO THEY WANT FROM ME

I CANNOT FUCK WITH THEM 
MY BIGGEST FEAR IS DROWNING 
ALL  A SUDDEN WANNA THROW ME IN THE FOUNTAIN 
AND WHO THE FUCK AM I I GUESS I NEVER FOUND HIM

IT FEEL LIKE EVERY DAY IS SOMETHIN ELSE I GOTTARUN AWAY 
LETS TAKE IT BACK IM BOUTTA GUESS YO FATE 
SO I SUGGEST YOU DO NOT COME MY WAY 
IT FEEL LIKE EVERY DAY IS SOMETHIN ELSE I GOTTARUN AWAY 
LETS TAKE IT BACK IM BOUTTA GUESS YO FATE 
SO I SUGGEST YOU DO NOT COME MY WAY 

HEY BITCH WATCH WHERE YOU STEPPIN
WE RUNNIN ROUND IN THE CITY NO PROTECTION
AND EVERYONE IS HELLA SHITTY CUZ WE LET EM 
WE JUMPIN IN EVERYBODY THAT WANNA GET IN

HEY KID YOU AINT ALLOWED TO SAY SHIT 
AND YOU AINT GONE LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO GIVE A STATEMENT
THEY BEAT ME UP AND EVERYBODY FUCKIN HATES IT 
JUST WAIT ENOUGH UNTIL I FIND A FUCKIN WAY IN

HANDCUFF NO LUNCH FOR THE CRIMINAL 
A COUPLE MONTHS AGO I SWEAR THAT WE WAS WINNIN THOSE 
JUST PUT A KNIFE INSIDE HIS THROAT WELL BE SWIMMING IN DOUGH
THE LIFE IM LIVIN WITHOUT DOPE IS FUCKING DIFFICULT

YOU UH YOU AND FUCKING ME
YEAH WE THINK SO DIFFERENTLY 
EVERY TIME IM IN DEFEAT 
YEAH YOU KICK ME DOWN RUN AROUND AGAIN

IT FEEL LIKE EVERY DAY IS SOMETHIN ELSE I GOTTARUN AWAY 
LETS TAKE IT BACK IM BOUTTA GUESS YO FATE 
SO I SUGGEST YOU DO NOT COME MY WAY

SUBURBAN SOCIOPATH (FT. TEENAGE DISASTER) (PROD. KYRIGO)

Mixed and Written by Big Roshi
Produced by Klimonglue

Lyrics:
Pop three pills, cant feel, disassociate
Count my bills, take time, what i make today
2 plus 2
42
You ask how
Sold a dupe
Uav
In my room
Made a rack
In a coup

Fuckin up her body
Wit a pelvic thrust like shotty
Everybody
Gone want her hiney
I pull up wit bacardi

Who is you
What the fuck ya homie gonna do
Cus if its just 1 on 1
Your life through

Sippin henny out the hemi
Suace like spaghetti
Seven grams bust out the celly
Im too hot like I be Nelly

Finger fuck ya wife n aunty
Not ya moms that shit too sandy
Call me up n I will serve
Junkie Trapper Loser Nerd

Who the fuck is talkin man I

Barely got a family
All these hoes cannot stand to me
Prepare my bars so readily
Never care what you said to me
Now bitch dont be my enemy
Government keep try bannin, wait



Infect all you cities, cities
Workin up to millys, millys
If i steal some pilly, pillys
Split that shit up fifty fifty

Eatin half like laffy taffy
If i catch u laughin at me
Act a fuckin pyscho
Lose my mental
Get to body taggin

Xanny inside henny
Percs on top the oxies
Fucked up till we dropping
Powder pills we popping

Advocate
Dont motivate
Cant learn the trap
Not in my state
The cellophane
gone perforate
Dont ship it man
You lost my faith

Ay
Ay
I dont wanna be the main
If they got a lead for something
I will take the second place
Everyone gone want the winner
They aint gonna see my face
Sneak behind em when they dont expect it
And take everything

And thats that back talk
Scavenger
Dont ask me
Passenger
A mix tape
Pass to her
I always act
A ass to her
We In her daddy rari
Wish it was bugatti
Fuck her friend tomorrow
Show that bitch she cant afford it

HOOK

Junkie Trapper Loser Nerd +Klimonglue

bambam - DECEASED (prod. Luga)

ACT A FOOL

Mixed by @33marrow
Artwork By @gloomrot.bc

Lyrics:
Real life I don’t feel right cut my wind pipe
High life driving through the night 
Darkness in my sight

Alright I’m not alright
Can’t consume the light
Starlight she’s my starlight
But she burns to bright

Strangle my neck till I’m froze hey
Drinking my sorrows I know hey
That’s just the way that it goes wait
You gotta stay on the road wait
I’m scratched under the surface
I gotta find my own purpose
All of these friends I’m a burden
I need to find my own worth bitch

I see enemies every angle and I see the frowns
I’m like ecstasy feel so happy then i feel so down
Feeling everything and everything seems so profound
Somethings wrong with me I need to be buried in the ground
In the ground where I’m all to my self
Bitch please, fuck your help
I don't need anyone
I don't need you

I don't need you no I don't
I don't need you no I don't
I don't need you no I don't
I don't I don't
I don't need you no I don't
I don't need you no I don't
I don't need you no I don't
I don't need you no I don't

I’m so fuckin' sick of the lies
You were there by my side
Made a mistake so I’m blind
So much shit nothing will suffice
I was there when you fuckin' cried 
I was there when you didn’t want life
I was the one who was always outside
I was the one who had held you so high
I was embarrassed you were a terrorist you were the one 
Committing the crime
  
So many faces I see in the night
So many reasons I put up a fight 
I’ve been so down almost all my life
I won’t slow down no I’m on my stride
You can’t hold back what was forced inside
I’ve been set free so I’ll come alive
Yuh
I'll come alive

Choir of the Dead (Prod. dxntfrgetme)

Notions - CRITICAL HIT (feat. Xanakin Skywok)

All credits to : https://soundcloud.com/iamjakehill / @iAmJakeHill

ACT A FOOL

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