faes

lyrics:

i can’t any longer see
i wonder what is wrong with me
hatred welling up inside
i wish everyone would die 

why can I not, be free
try to escape from this hell
why God did you give me feet?
just to put me down on my knees 

human cannonball 
human cannonball
made to fly
made to die
human cannonball

why the fuck are you looking at me?
who the fuck decides what you see?
social media and TV
you can die while live on IG

piece of people no one cares
fuck your skin color no one cares
everybody hopes someone cares
if there’s a murder everyone stares

hurry up and pull out your phone 
so you can show someone at home 
killing people before they’re dead
electronics inside their head

human cannonball
human cannonball

aint nobody wanna make a change
they’ll talk bout it
never make a switch 

niggas wanna look like the
counter culture what they on 
but they still tryna get rich 

everybody got a price
on they head
somebody’s stealing rice
from the feds
and they gonna get diced

nice

people starving to death
for advice

bad advice
add vice

niggas starving to death
that have rights

put the pen to the paper
i write

we depend on the paper
i’m right

human cannonball 
wanna end it all
wanna service my purpose again

can a ball
destroy that wall 
i dont know but it sure is human

and it trying to fly
again
it is not scared to die
amen
it got shot out the sky

i can’t any longer see
i wonder what is wrong with me
hatred welling up inside
i wish everyone would die 

why can I not, be free
try to escape from this hell
why God did you give me feet?
just to put me down on my knees 

human cannonball 
human cannonball
made to fly
made to die
human cannonball

human cannonball

1 BILLION STREAMS (GOD IN THE MOSHPIT) (PROD. WENDIGO)

NATION ETERNAL (PROD. WENDIGO)

ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES DARKIE A DULL BOY

LYRICS:

WHO THAT BOY WITH THE SHIT EATING GRIN ON HIS FACE
IN THE BACK OF THE CLASS DRAWING SHIT
SCREW THAT TOY IN HIS HAND DROPPED OFF MOMMA VAN
JOHNATHAN ALWAYS LOVE TO TALK SHIT
LIL DARKIE THROW A FIT
I DONT FIT
WITH THE KIDS
IMMA SPLIT 
EVERY BRAIN IN THIS BITCH
THAT I CAN

IT’S A DISEASE 
SOME ONE PLEASE
HELP ME OFF OF MY KNEES
BUT YOU CANT 
BUT YOU WONT
BUT YOU CANT

FUCK ALL YOU THEN 
I DONT CARE
ANYMORE
IM BEAR YOU A DEER
GOT YOUR PORES
LEAKING FEAR

KILL THE WHORES
SHEDING TEARS
IT’S ALL FAKE 
WHERE WERE THEY 
WHEN A LAKE OF MY BLOOD ON THE FLOOR
LET IT POUR I ADORE 

WHAT YOUVE DONE BY YOURSELF
GUN IN MY BACKPACK
DONE WITH YOUR HEALTH
I LET MY PISTOL RACK BACK  
BAP

PARENTS SCARED
GOT THE PARENTS SCARED
SHARING ARTICLES ON WHAT THEIR KID SHOULD WEAR
NOT HOW I GOT HERE
HOW I DO NOT CARE

SHARON’S HAIR IN A CLOT OF THE THOUGHTS 
TOLD THE BITCH BULLY ME POPPING SHOTS 
BETTER WATCH

YOUR BACK
I AM KARMA
I CAN HARM YA
IM A FARMER FOR YA SOULS
THE ALARM HAS GOTTEN PULLED

(SONG)
ILL BE ON MY WAY
ILL BE ON MY WAY
IN MY GRAVE
SEIZE THE DAY

RUN MY FADE (X4)

DEBTS BEEN PAYED
DEBTS BEEN PAYED
DEBTS BEEN PAYED

I CAN LEAVE
I CAN LEAVE 
FUCK THIS WORLD
THROW MY SHADE

WATCH ME HURL
AT MY BRAIN
EVERY NAME 
THAT YOU GAVE

IM IN PAIN
IM IN PAIN
GIVE ME FAME 
SAY MY NAME
MAKE NO CHANGE

SUN DAY
GONE PRAY
MONDAY RUN AWAY

GUN DAY
GUNPLAY
GUN ME
DONE AYE
DONE AWAY

MONDAY GUNDAY (PROD. WENDIGO)

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Fire In Palace

SPOTIFY

Smoke Bonito: @fabian-lomeli-2

Art By @Asmodeus_the_wise

Is this Dante?

Slumber - TrapMetal Beat | Prod. Dante Grey x Smoke Bonito

I REGRET NOTHING

WHY YOU LIKE ME HURT?
WHY YOU’D LIKE TO SEE ME DOWN?

THEY MADE JESUS HURT
HUH! THEY GAVE THAT NIGGA A CROWN!

COVERED HIM IN DIRT
HID HIM BACK BEHIND THE GROUND!

GOT UP!
FOR ONE MORE ROUND!

GET UP MY NIGGA
CANT LET YOU GET WET UP MY NIGGA
DONT FORGET TO BREATHE!

FORGET TO BREATHE!
AND YOU MIGHT END UP ON YO KNEES 
BUT YOU GOT NOBODY TO PLEASE!

FOCUS ON GAIN
DONT WALK AROUND LOOKING TO PAIN
DONT WALK AROUND LIKE YOU THE DEVIL
CUZ NIGGAS LIKE ME AINT THE ONE YOU SHOULD MEDDLE WITH
I GOT TO MUCH GOING FOR ME TO SETTLE BITCH
ILL HIT THAT PEDDLE QUICK HITCHU WITH METAL DITCH
ALL OF IT BURN IT LIKE IT WAS THE KETTLE 
OR THC PEDDLE

I HAVE DEPRESSION!
THAT IS MY HONEST CONFESSION!

IF IM GONNA DIE ANYWAY 
THEN ID RATHER FIGHT YOU ANY DAY
THAN LET YOU CALL ME “GAY”
GET AWAY 

WITHOUT RUNNING YOUR FADE
HIT YO GUT LIKE A BLADE
OUTTA MUSCLE IT MADE
WANNA TUSSLE I BATHE

IN MY OWN BLOOD AND MY SWEAT AND MY TEARS
I WONT LET PEERS IN MY CIRCLE GET NEAR

“I PLAY NIRVANA AND DRESS REALLY WEIRD
MAKES UP FOR HOW I GOT NOBODY DEAR “

WHY YOU IGNORING YO SELF NIGGA?
IT DONT MATTER IF YO DADDY MISSING 
MOMMA TRIPPING 
PARTER DISSING YOU
DONT BE A CHICKEN DUDE
BALL UP YO FIST MOVE INTO POSITION

HIT EM IN RHYTHIM
DONT CARE IF HE SITTING 
IF HE PUT A FINGER ON ME THEN I GET HIM

I WILL NOT LET HIM 
MY KNUCKLE I FED HIM 
AS SOON AS IT MET HIM 
I CHUCKLE HE YELLIN

KEEP TALKING SHIT THEN I BUST IN YO JAW
OUT CAME THE PRINCIPAL OUT CAME THE LAW
ASK EVERY BODY JUST WHAT THEY HAD SAW
DARKIE WAS FIGHTING AND CUSSING AND RAW

PUNISH US EQUALLY 
EVEN THOUGH HE WOULDNT SPEAK TO ME 
LESS HE WAS TRYING TO WEAKEN ME

I GOTTA KEEP IT G 
SHOULDNT YOU PUNISH A NIGGA 
FOR FIGHTING BUT ALSO HIS REASONING?

EXCELLENT SEASONING!
MAKING OUR YOUTH INTO PUSSIES
THAT CANT TELL A GOOD FROM AN EVIL THING

THATS WHAT YOU SAYING THEN?
TELLING A NIGGA TO KILL HIMSELF
BAD AS HIM WALKING IN AND SPRAYING THEM?

I RUN AROUND NO HOPE IN SIGHT
THE ONE’S THAT KILL WON’T LET US FIGHT
THE BLOOD I SPILL TOOK NO ONE’S LIFE 
YOU DEMONS SEEM TO WANT MY RIGHTS

SHOULD I BRING THE PIPES?

TAKE IT IN MY OWN HANDS
NO THAT ISN’T RIGHT?

YOU AINT DOING SHITE!

YOU AINT DOING SHIT CALLING ME 
WHITE CUZ I AINT BLACK ENOUGH
TO BRIGHTEN UP YA SIGHT

HATEFUL PEOPLE BITE!

NARROWER PERSPECTIVE THAN A MITE
OR A DETECTIVE WITH HIS GLASS UPON THE TYPE
TRYING TO READ WITHOUT A LIGHT!

THEY CREATE THE CRAZY WITH THE RIFLE DUCKING
PLUCKING ALL THE FRUIT BEFORE THEY RIPE!

POW!

MONDAY GUNDAY
MONDAY RUN MY FADE
KEEP THE PEOPLE IN HAZE

YOU’RE THE KIND SUBSERVIENT NIGGA  WE TRYNA RAISE
COLOR IN THE LINES
IF YOU DONT WE GOT OUR WAYS


NOT VERY MANY PEOPLE BOTHERED ME AFTER THAT


MONDAY GUNDAY
MONDAY RUN MY FADE
I AINT PULLING OUT NO BLADE

IMMA BEAT THE SHIT OUT THAT NIGGA WHO CALLED ME FAGGOT
I COULD SHOOT THE NIGGA BUT THAT WOULD MAKE ME A MAGGOT
TAKE IT TO THE BLACKTOP

FUCK THAT RATCHET BITCH, THAT CALL ME A SCHOOL SHOOTER
ILL NUT ON YOUR FACE, LIL BITCH MY TOOL SHOOT HER

ALL YOU STUDENTS HATE ME, THE TEACHER PUSSY I LOOT HER
IM IN HONORS AP MY NIGGA YOU GET TUTORED 

NIGGA WHAT YOU GOT FOR LUNCH?
MUNCHING FRUIT, ADD A PUNCH!
WHEN IT HIT I HEAR A CRUNCH!
HIS SHIT BROKEN GOT A HUNCH!

CALL ME RED DOT ONE MORE TIME!
INDIAN, YOU DO THE MATH!
I BE FED UP, HOW YOU WHINE!
IN THE END YOU SEE MY WRATH!

BITCH I DARE YOU TO SUSPEND ME
ILL PUT YOU IN THE AIR!
BITCH IT’S TOO LATE TO BEFRIEND ME
IM TOO UPSET TO CARE!

BITCH IM FAR TOO GONE CANT HURT ME 
YOU SEE MY MENTAL TEAR!
WHEN YOU BEGGING ME FOR MERCY 
I SMILE AS I STARE!

BITCH YOU MAKE ME WANNA SHOOT YOU
I AINT EVIL BITCH I CANT
I JUST WANT TO PUT MY MESSAGE DEEP INSIDE YOUR BRAIN
WHEN WE RUN IM PISSED THEY WONT TALK DOWN I LEARNED MY LESSON
THEY PLAY PUMPED UP KICKS IN PE WARMUP WHILE WE STRETCHING

MONDAY GUNDAY
MONDAY RUN MY FADE
I AINT PULLING OUT NO K

STOP MAKING FUN OF MY SKIN TONE AND THE WAY IM SPEAKING
I WILL LEAVE YOU DONE WITH YA BONE EXPOSED AND IT LEAKING 

BULLIES!

(SOUNDCLOUD IS A HOE)

MONDAY GUNDAY 2 (PROD. WENDIGO)

Masked Up and Iced Out (prod. Ain't Loyal)

CODEINE ON A CAMEL FEAT. LIL DARKIE & AM (CO PROD. EYESBEELOW)

IRAN

F**k How You Feel

lyrics:
it's okay for music to not be about anything
fucking jesus christ (huh)

put your mind to it and do it, the fluid stewin'
better stir it 'fore it's ruined, goodness sake
ain't no more leaves in the trees, hood is raked but i'm baked
because i got it imported, where they make it at?
i hear the bacon splat, you know we takin' that back home
i put the chrome to the front of your dome and say
"please stop littering and jittering so much"
with a finger i could touch on the trigger like the clutch
switch gears, ditch peers that be rollin' up a dutch
ho, you must be retarded, throwing gas up in the flavorin'
savorin' it much? i'm behaving like a rapper
wrap a wrapper 'round the crutch, raw paper that i'm favorin'
rap music and if it slaps, choose it
if you a fruit bruisin' that mean you shoot twos in
and never threes, nigga, be with my g's, nigga
you fall from trees that probably swarming with bees, nigga
uh, sometimes i forget that every blunt is different
and every hit i take i should be livin' in, but i be stressin'
absent minded, i keep the rats from findin' out
where all my cheese is hidin', i keep it wrapped in bindin'
but then i realize everything has passed me by
and stressin' out has left me worried 'bout your last reply
i have to power through and overcome myself, defy the odds
bitch, i like a challenge, so i might be finding oz
in another life i'd be a bad bitch, savage
cooking up some cabbage you can ravage
nigga, eat up and kick ya feet up, recline ya seat up
holder colder with the ice inside it, i'm enticing, unsurprising
in another life i'd be a big man, cig hand
puffin' on tobacco while i dig mad graves
killin' shit and fillin' it with stuffin', hella rough for nothin'
but the huffin' odor pleasant, eat a pheasant like a peasant kinging

yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (tell 'em, wendigo)
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (that's right, bitch)
sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha
sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha, sha

wild west sickening, yuh, i ended up 'round here
down here, other side of town, we're
not for the bickering, we be lookin' at the road
where we go, you ain't care enough to know
and the plot more than thickenin', write a story, let it go
that's a mandatory no, foes
outside and lookin' in, or maybe in and lookin' out
be a sinner, that's a route, nigga, shout
that's a wrap

tell 'em, wendigo
hit it, baby, that's a wrap

THIS DOES NOT EXIST

wrap music

lyrics:
ahh, good mourning
not very sad, how boring
everybody else get to wave up grieving
don't wake up, doesn't that sound pleasing?
pussy, you won't, you won't
i don't got time for the threats, you're lying
everything here always end up dying
better get used to it if you gon' be anything at all
fuck it, bury the hatchet but cannot bury the shovel
i become wary, the bubble is gonna pop, uh
married to trouble, i'm getting hairy, the stubble growing
i'm scary, the rubble cover the rocks
uptight, unwilling to change
fuck that, put a pin on my pain with the ink on it
wait, i'ma think on it (forever's a long time)
that's an idea for the wrong mind
if i go cry out my eyes over my sibling
wish i had never lit mary with kindling
never had a doubt until everything dwindling
have you jumped off a building?
i have, my bad, hi, dad, why sad?
i don't got another opportunity
immunity from death, i feel puny than the rest
i feel tiny like a pest, something bigger will be best, stress
do or die, do or die, you're alive
pussy, you won't, you won't
do or die, do or die, you're alive
oh, oh, oh, triple six suck dick when yo' nipple slip out
control yo' self, you ain't fit to flip out
anger problems, i trip
bitch, i once knew a crip
that dyke and i bought some acid
nice and high, to my surprise
she was awry and non-passive
she said, "i got no time for life" then swipe a knife
i'm the one being attacked and
pupil grow, iris blacken
what to do when someone cool, a dude or gal is rude as hell
get out my life, start your packing, uh
like fucking a big bitch, get backing up
i'm stackin' and nickel diming the bag, came up
you are the art work, get tatted up
embedding a bigger diamond in satin rug
yuh, face the facts now, i face the pack down
i raise the dead now, you praise the lead, pow
a son of a gun, i'm gonna be not done
i'ma go and run for the fun of it 'til we got no sun, uh
i'm an anemone way i'm hugging an enemy
no, you won't see the end of me
i ain't hear what you said to me
all the people is dead to me like the back of a centipede
i ain't run, you offending me or annoying me mentally
that's a penalty strike like you grabbing the mic
i fight, i might bite, sight right the light smite shite
the white engulf, grip tight the sulfur
height of the culture, gripe, you vulture, uh
good mourning
birds chirp, the world turn while burning
birds chirp, the world turn while burning
birds chirp, the world turn while burning
do or die, do or die, you're alive
pussy, you won't, you won't
do or die, do or die, you're alive
pussy, you won't, you won't

USA

lil darkie

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