DOSE OF PARANOIA - bumboi (prod. bumboi)

[VAGUE]

Closed locks
And I’m trying to find a way to escape
Your surrounded by the truth
But I can’t relate
Emotions lost, where’d it go
When the world is fucked
Always asking on myself
if I’ve given up
Bottle on my left
Pills on the right
Tryin to do everything I can
Just to end the night
Yeah
As it fades into the light
Many days, got away and it’s not alright
Nothin changes, only stays
Till you find the node
Only thing I fucken see, is an empty note
And even with the friends I got
I still feel alone
What the fuck do I gotta fix
Just to feel at home?
Subtle minds, all in line
Waiting for their labels
I’m tryin to work my way out
Just to breathe a little
Am I livin just to suffocate?
Even on my death bed
I will have to pay

[T.R.I.P.]

Yeah
Time is slipping by
Feels like it’s moving too fast
Hope it slows down, so I can finally relax
Life is hard and unpredictable like any crash
Hanging by a thread
Soon it will finally snap
Every day is a living struggle
Inside of my mind
I keep it pushing for my family
For them I would die
It’s hard to pin point the problems
That I hold deep inside
I hope that one day
I can I finally accept there is light
Past traumas always haunt us
Friends are meant stab you in the back and be dishonest
Family supposed to be there for you
When your at the lowest
Don’t put your faith in no one
So you can’t end up broken
Yeah
It’s truly kills me, that I feel this way
Sadly I feel like it’s way too late
My mental suffers and it suffocates
Don’t try and change your ways
When someone’s finally passing away

Nevermind

Nevermind [Prod. Zyller]

DEVIL MAY KRY

CHAINS LIKE A CENOBITE

[VAGUE]

Don’t be dyin in my line up
Its the people that defines gore
Pushin all the limits
Yeah
I got the fucken mind for it
Cut the shit
You lost your life
And all because you wanted more
So I'll keep on fucken fighting
Cause I love the war
Fuck this shit
Im not just here for the taste
With the blood that be drippen down
I know what it takes
If you’re feeling like a failure
Well
That’s not my problem
You already did the fucken damage
When you brung narcotics
The evil lookin for a shill
Who can make a better deal
Find the weak
All alone it’s the one to be revealed
And you get that fucken feelin
that you cannot hide
It’s only time that you’ll die
In this life
And it’s Justified

[T.R.I.P.]

Caught me flexing, moving weights like i’m Pablo
White chalk up on the pavement, like Picasso
Talking shit like you hard
But you not though
Fuck a hater
I’m just focused on that guapo
I had a feeling in my gut
You're a hatin bitch
Who let them dogs out?
Like i’m Michael Vick
Shooting with precision
Feeling like i’m John Wick
Tatted head to toe
Got 'em thinking, i’m a convict
Told my bro let’s lock in
Put the nails inside the coffin
All of y'all must of forgotten
Took a break but we ain’t stoppin
Hounds up on the loose
Grab a rope and tie the noose
Rappers thinking that they cool
But they scared to tell the truth


Buried in Silence

Buried in Silence [Prod. Zyller x Zepelin]

jet li kick - at yo motherfuckin hip

Its lookin like a one shot you'll get before youre dead

Im paintin it red - choking on the concrete I know you're seeing him 

45 glocks dont got concrete on defense 

I whippin the sword out

did you think you want it torn down??

Im rippin your guts and they play the fuckin horns now

Pharmie pillin lich army wanna mourn now

another smoked fuckboi dying with his drawers down 

I'm a devil

In this level

and I got a

blank grave shovel 

got the bubble 

wrap, fo you back, point dexter seein doubles 

I'ma neva

count the chedda

cuz I got

so much that I'm a

fuckin feather 

light as the fuckin underworld-rubble

Ima dapho-dilla-devil pullin petals to the metal and I see it in the kettle that the pressure's tellin-a-tale

see like hubble, I can struggle - but these fans keep me writing when I see the inner sun inside their fuckin nmail - 

I wish I could respond to all but im a little busy making hella hail, rainin on you bitches say it

I spill the pail, sand-castle breaking acoustic slayin - I'm fuckin stayin, Im fuckin dated - now Im prophecy painted 

jet li kick - at yo motherfuckin hip

Its lookin like a one shot you'll get before youre dead

I paint it red - choking on the concrete I know you're seeing him 

45 glocks dont got concrete on defense

AGAINST ALL ODDS (PROD. SPHYNX)

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

Look
I be putting in work
Big body swerving
Like I just popped a perc
Lazy mothafuckas always getting on my nerves
Stomp a pussy out
Make his mouth bite the curb
Gotta tell 'em like
I be putting work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
Gotta tell 'em like

[T.R.I.P.]

I be putting in work
Mothafuckas got it twisted
I been killin since birth
Let a mothafucka test me
Watch that pussy get murked
Tryna ride my wave
But ya'll staying on the turf
Aye
Cold case murderer
Spitting i’m getting cynical
Bouta level up
Mothafuckas call me the general
Flatline repping
I’m mobbin around your area
If you gotta problem
We’ll grab a shovel and bury ya
Lay low cause you fucking with the dogs now
UAV filled with killas at the compound
Work wheels on the whip
Boy we up now
UAV to the grave, say it out loud
Spinning on these emitz
And now yo bitch up on my dick
I’m getting silly in this bitch
They all just mad i’m getting rich
Kill for fun, getting funds
Get that money up
T.R.I.P. is going dumb
What the fuck?
Bitch you better run

[VAGUE]

Blood in my veins
All black like a venom drip
Demons in my head
Even when the silence hits
Shadow in the rearview and it’s talkin shit
And I’m always hearin noise
Mind full of static
Not to panic its dramatic
To employ
Lackin all the feelings to enjoy
I find the things to destroy
People always stuck
Like they knotted up corduroy
Lookin down like they baptized by the void
They try to shake it off
Like a fucken Polaroid
Damn
I’m givin to much to be annoyed
We ain’t gotta sell our souls
Just to put together
Not headed to hell, we just in bad weather
And I carry this pain
And turn it into pressure
But my soul as dark
Like i’m in black leather
Concrete steppin, Flatline what I’m reppin
Noose ties heavy, got the reaper in my section
All these pussies
Never gonna learn they lesson
Turnin weapons on the side to confessions
Soul stitched it’s like it’s bein torn
Didn’t have mourn for life that wasn’t born
I just can’t think, I’m walkin in a corpse
I’ve been at the edge and laughin like I want more

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

Look
I be putting in work
Big body swerving
Like I just popped a perc
Lazy mothafuckas always getting on my nerves
Stomp a pussy out
Make his mouth bite the curb
Gotta tell 'em like
I be putting work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
Gotta tell 'em like


Flatline

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