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Sins To My Neck

vice city

xxxtentacion - vice city PROD. chriskentt & xxxtentacion

I Know

Heart Racing

another sad song

Feels Like the Weekend

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Breathe

[VERSE I: Lord of Loneliness]

It's lonely at the top
all of my enemies have been defeated
the crown has been sitting on my head for too long
it's starting to give me these legions
don't follow the crowd
the crowd is misleading
stay solo
surrounded by all of my demons
licking my wounds as they deepen
constantly feeding them all of my secrets
007
i got the golden gun
i got the golden
im busting
open up the door
I'm at my breaking point
I cannot take this shit no more
I'm ready to fucking explode
open up
knock knock
here comes the glock cocked
9 mili pop pop pop
oh no
making a mess
my aim ain't the best
I guess I should clean this all up and go home

[VERSE II: Yung Mane]

Percocet, Roxycodone, with some Xanax that I had crushed up in some dust
elevated to another dimension so I got a limp in my strut
I do not care to be here or be there
in the mean time, it seems that I'm stuck
swerving and crashing
that dying little bastard
Yung Christ, you address me as such
crazy little demon
they wave when they see me
face tatted from ear to ear
northside boy with a glock sized toy
if I cock it there's going to be tears here
manic depressive
when life is in session, I hide in a room that's as dark as me
dollar sign - B
and it's still F-T-P
fucking G-R-E-Y till I R-I-P

THAT JUST ISN'T EMPIRICALLY POSSIBLE

song cry

Mixed by Big Roshi
Written by Big Roshi and SEPHA.
Produced by Balance Cooper

https://soundcloud.com/sepha-joey

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1pi_uCQav-E&feature=youtu.be

Lyrics:
Everybody wants more then they own
Just better fuckin hope that you dont owe me (x2)

Had a homie
Lost his job
Lost his place
Lost his spot

Who am i
Cant move my eye
Gotta help my friend
Just to survive

Gave him half a bag
Just to go n flip it
Gave a whole week
Guess I was simpin

On the 7 day mark
I gave him a call
He answered after 3 tries
Didnt have it all

Dam
Like I didnt know the game
Like I didnt know he spent the money Actin like a lame
Like I didnt give a fuck about the hunnid he aint have
The fact he had to lie the only reason that Im mad

Thats the greed
Make a man act different
Fuck a soul they weak
Long as it pays dividends

And if you wanna take more than I offer
Thats ok its all on me
But when I around n take a thousand from yo father
Dont blame me, blame greed

(hook)

I was lost in my ends
I lost my drive
Let slip the feelings that pushed my days forwards

Lost in my ends
I lost my mind
Let greed slip me back
I’m fuckin up backwards

Never trusted u
Trusted u oh
Should’ve Never trusted u
Trusted u hoe

I was lost in my ends
I lost my drive
Let slip the feelings that pushed my days forwards x2

Never trusted u
Never trusted u
Should’ve
Never trusted u
Never trusted u

U stay holding that flick knife waitin
Ur adjustin ur stance so pagan
X2

Oh

Greed feat. SEPHA. +Balance Cooper

Nipsey Blue

my baby need a plaster!

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(lyrics)

[bridge: uncomforts]
shawty we can have fun
cocaina in my cup
yeah we're getting fucked up
whole clique doing hard drugs
cocaina oh (oh)

[verse: uncomforts]
goth boy
baby you can't have me (you can't have me)
she's got an attitude
tearing off my black jeans (tearing off my black jeans)
i'm in a black jeep
swerving off the A3
i know they hate me
that's just cause they crave me

U-0 unloved teenage disaster (disaster)
i keep on screaming faster
my baby need a plaster (need a plaster)
polarboye smoke amnesia (nesia)
i snort cocaina
fuck it go 200 in a beamer (in a beamer)

[bridge: pølar]
go 200 i dont care if i crash
24s on my dash
still got 12s on my ass

[verse: pølar]
forget me when im gone, baby, call it amnesia
i dont spend a dime on her, i like to tease her
pure white coke match the paint of the beamer
they hate on me now but i still write better features
and yo bitch got my name in her phone
best not leave her alone
or else she ain’t comin home
but she ain’t the one for me, i know i dont love her
tap that ass once then im on to another
she try to stab me in the back and then tell me that love hurts
so catch me in the club gettin high wit uncomforts

another one.

amnesia

amnesia (ft. pølar) (p. @danuyahka)

22 • 📍 Sheffield
insta : @uncomforts
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