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twikipedia - rutracker (first version)

prod me

this song was going to be scrapped but i worked hard on it and got tired of sitting on it

dummy

produced by me

lyrics:

now i'm walking through the cameras
need an upgrade imma buy another hammer
i log in through the console like a hacker
bitch if i said i won't go why you ask her

now i see your DNA, you go through it everyday
is it time to get a fix? no matter how much you change
if there's blood up on your shirt, i know that you still won't change
will you free me from these chains? all i ever did was pray

i just found you in my folder
i can feel the time fly i'm still not older
then i told you i would never call,
im a sylo soulju. money lookin very tall (im not but shoutout kurtains)

i can't even take it, i know you'll replace it
walk into the spot and if i shoot we'll leave him nameless
because i always knew you was on that lame shit
and if you, fucked, up you're the one that's paying

you need my love i could never take it
and i know it hurts but you can't replace it
and i can't give up fuck what they be saying
and if you fucked up it's nobody else but your fault

said she tryna go but i can't let her
angel, i'm angel with no feather
eyes low when i'm cruising through the cameras
i know, i know why i'm better

tão achando q eu sou da bolivia mas sou do brasil
eh dificil escrever verso sem falar que eu ganho mil
ele mora em condomínio e posta foto com fuzil
e falaram do seu nome mas vc ja decaiu

hate me boy you're not the only one
came in with a rocket launcher ima shoot that shit for fun
and i heard they tryna talk down but i told them "for what?"
and i might fuck it up, for the first time look back and i say

swear to god i'll leave it, i might as well delete it
tryna change the season, but i know that i'll just leave it
tryna fuck me up look at that energy you're giving
it's the first day of the month and you're still worried about me winning

take it, take it, take it all

who else you know

i still main game and watch on smash bros
produced by me

titles 웃 w/ funeral

you're still far from it
album 2022
prod me

lyrics:

i'm really a ranged soldier i can't be the boxer type
keep it on me but that's for protection when i'm out at night
mom said i'm way too hard headed i never think twice
it's gon be a fucked up day on earth when i take your advice

and you got way too much to learn
i don't think you get the concept of waiting for your turn
and i had to wait, now they wait for my return
he was talking all that shit i'll be the last one that's concerned
cause it's, real, went from zero to a deal
can't wait for the next time i touch a fucking mill
my heart is untouchable that shit is made of steel
nowadays when my song come on they never standing still

i'm really a ranged soldier i can't be the boxer type
keep it on me but that's for protection when i'm out at night
mom said i'm way too hard headed i never think twice
it's gon be a fucked up day on earth when i take your advice
nowadays im getting mad racks for talking on a mic
but don't get it twisted i could never be afraid to die
i appreciate it i told you that you not my type
if i had to be you that'd be suicide

if i want it imma get it let me figure out a way
love to look up at my paypal see the money duplicate
hate me love me on the next day get the fuck up off my face
i'm not really tryna talk, i was busy being soil to the plants
so many mfing hours that i spent
it's about life we gon lose many friends
so many of you think that you're the shit, i gotta tell you you're not
even that's what you think you are
i had to tell you you're hot shit, you're not gonna come this far (aaah)

fuck all that bitch shit, your song come on i hear nothing but crickets
never did show but i'll sell out some tickets, up on the ATM counting some digits
that shit is old i'm not dropping no snippet, you get the pack and you fumble and flip it
somebody tell that boy he cannot kick it, i got a worldwide plug he british
i got 2k3 on my bank i feel like CJ808
man i woke up money hungry think im making racks today
i got lots on my mind but the same up on my plate
i know you're losing so my day is going great

hook: 
and you got way too much to learn
i don't think you get the concept of waiting for your turn
and i had to wait, now they wait for my return
he was talking all that shit i'll be the last one that's concerned
cause it's, real, went from zero to a deal
can't wait for the next time i touch a fucking mill
my heart is untouchable that shit is made of steel
nowadays when my song come on they never standing still

i'm really a ranged soldier i can't be the boxer type
keep it on me but that's for protection when i'm out at night
mom said i'm way too hard headed i never think twice
it's gon be a fucked up day on earth when i take your advice
nowadays im getting mad racks for talking on a mic
but don't get it twisted i could never be afraid to die
i appreciate it i told you that you not my type
if i had to be you that'd be suicide

hard headed 🧱

twikipedia - lost and found

msn bag collectors item, the song, self produced
this song has something to do with the upcoming album

swear to god

produced by me, ambient sample sent by @f3arme

peace sign weavers

lyrics:
you know how it goes
i try to be honest
wish harm when you're harmless
i'm still with my day ones
we're smoking on chronic
which one would you choose in life or death come on be honest

we got tanks
i'm not tryna wake up to some to some shit
we got bank
tryna put myself for life again
(i'm tryna say)
what you tryna say
my life could be worse, but yours could be replaced

"don't be so hard on yourself"
reason that i'm up cause i go hard on myself
and back in 2020 was the hardest i felt
and if i fall from grace then i don't want any help

i dont wanna play your speakers
F° sign meters
nation leaders
peace sign weaver..

we go, the same
we die, the same
my rotten brain
they still don't know what to say

you know how it goes
i try to be honest
wish harm but you're harmless
i'm still with my day ones
we're smoking on chronic
which one would you choose in life or death come on be honest

my eyes, i know they saw it through my eyes again no big surprise

chronic

twikipedia - cry about it

produced by me

i’d make the mix on this better, but opening the FLP instantly crashes, since I did the vocals and the beat in one project

to the person I once was

lyrics:

you said...
the same thing that they all said
but the way you said it made me think about it twice
my head...
i want it back in my torso
you take it wherever the wind goes, and I feel like i never know those

even if I forget it this time
open my mouth, I walk a thin line now
and I keep walking upside down

I see it, you see, what they want, what they write
you hate me, i'd hate you but that won't feel right
I see through the picture frames next to my bed
and every time I see your face I feel regret

look me in my eyes, 
and tell me that it doesn't feel right
even if i try, 
I couldn't make it back in time

they all said the same thing
and i don't wanna make you speak twice
i ran through the pages,
and there was nothing i could find
give up trynna make things right

you're my sun, you're my seed, i can't believe you were me at one point
i keep screaming at the top of my lungs, but i know that it won't work
i'm still stuck on what once was
see them you'll get through me first

I see it, you see, what they want, what they write
you hate me, i'd hate you but that won't feel right
I see through the picture frames next to my bed
and every time I see your face I feel regret

look me in my eyes, 
and tell me that it doesn't feel right
even if i try, 
I couldn't make it back in time

picture frames

produced by me

lyrics: 

(we talk about this, we talk about that, we talk about things i should've said, we talk about debt, we talk about life, you talk about me, i talk about racks, i talk about plans, i talk about things i shouldn't have said)

i need to lift, the left side of my head
i'm still tryna make sense, of everything that they said
and the worst part about it
is that it's starting to click

when we get older the pressure get greater
i'm not gonna do it right now if it's something that i could do later
and that's my problem
stuck at the bottom

i work so hard but don't feel any greater
i like to talk about life but life do not like the way i portray her
and that's my problem
i tried to warn them

(imma tell a lie right now like)

shoot at anybody i look at and see, i just bough a cruise now i'm overseas
that boy still my son, pay respect to me,  don't need no tutorial i do it with ease
i don't need an eight, bitch i need the tree, i just sparked it up so it's hard to breathe
if they did you bad, don't get mad at me, heard he getting mad cause his pockets E

and i lie... until it comes true and, maybe that's the reason i'm not mad you
i try every time but it's... always the same, 
if i did it right then i still end up picking up the blame

had to cut him off because he did some shit that i don't claim
now that tryna turn around and tell me that i'm fucking fake
tried to get help but then they said that i should meditate
that bullshit doesn't work for me what works is getting paid

hop up off the bed i pop
fuck the breakfast, i want rocks
bitch if i paid i'll cop
i'm friends with felons can't get caught
bet you never heard of me
i walk in and start a scene
act, bitch we sipping pink
packed, but we still jumped in

and i tried i tried i tried
i'm not good with wasting time
most good times come in disguise
but fuck it, i'll say it fine

and we talk about this, we talk about that, we talk about things i should've said, we talk about death, we talk about life, can't

rude

produced by me
inspired by kurtains & paralamas do sucesso
i hope you enjoyed yourself
lil mid track to end it i like this one though 

lyrics:

and i run i run i run, it stops being fun
and i don't wanna drive fast with bottles on my trunk
i can't really run fast, when both my legs were shrunk
i look and look around i feel like i'm the only one
but it still looks okay
it sounds so good it's fake just like everything i say
"it's too hard can't do it, won't try to find a way"
i do a great job ignoring everything they say

but it doesn't feel that good sometimes
and i still don't know the reason why
don't think i deserve it

you're not a good person but you're not alone
i hate when i get called but i still love my phone
and i don't like you at all that's just how it goes
i hope you're not mad... and if you are then i'm not dealing with it

and i run i run i run...

chronic

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