I AM ADDICTED TO DRUGS AND TIRED OF IT (no outro)

Lyrics:

You slackin, 

you steady hoppin on the wagon, like a white boy saggin, who said he only with it for the  fashion, you lackin compassion, when I’m riding through your neighborhood, I never have no competition, least I did they gone for good now, 

better be good now, You in ya place right as you should now, misunderstood me the first time when I said you good now, I put the bullet into places where  you shouldn’t look now, you getting cooked now, you fishy niggas suckin hooks, 

be wit the crooks and the killers what can I say I’m a villain, I made that boy ill , I think that he might need penicillin, I told him stop and he wouldn’t listen, I blasted him, known that boy since seventh grade, suprised I out lasted him, don’t talk to the 5-0 I think that I flabbergasted em, they thought I was kobe the way I was outgassing em,Harlem shake his body, my bullets is not passing em, put him in my blunt, every second I’m fucking ashing em 


ashy ashy, I might get to thrashing on yo bitch ass, she eat my laffy taffy, while you crying wit yo bitch ass, you close to dying got no one relying on yo bitch ass, how can you really call yourself a man without  the money, 

think you funny, but we’ll see what’s funny when ya face is bloody,nose is runny, from the bottom of my boot,made him a mummy, think we chummy, but I put the bullet inside of his tummy, cuz I heard him talkin bout me, should’ve thought I woulda upped it on him,  


till I die, im wondering why the people hating on me, I don’t got time for all the fighting and debating on me, don’t call me ya homie when you talkin shit and won’t come to my face, it’s you I picture when I hear disgrace, 

he got 2 faces, I feel like I’m jason, when I’m chasing him, screaming and shouting he know if I see him I’m erasing him, bullet casings on the ground when I’m around they embracing em, all my enemies be licking the very ground that I’m pacing on 

I’m never acting, I’m always about the action, never had a positive interaction wit any evil person,they know I see them lurkin, in the shadows always love the hurtin and the hating, why the fuck they be so agitating, 


plain white tee, wit plain Nikes, im getting higher than the stardom of the black eyed peas, come hold these please, by these I mean my nuts cuz you be on em often, if you don’t back away, I think I’ll throw you in a coffin, if you don’t listen just remember that I gave you caution, cuz when I’m at ya neck you know that I won’t fold too often, tell you my body hard, and you know that I’ll never soften, take every precaution,when I’m sliding through ya home town, I’m never finna slow down

Till I Die prod Skotskr

THE WORLD IS ENDING (PROD. WENDIGO)

house made of ash (PROD. SKOTSKR)

Bread

you are not special

BAD GUY

AND WE CAN BE MOONRUNNERS BABY
BUT YOU RATHER BE THE BAD GUY
X3
BUT YOU RATHER BE THE BAD GUY THE BAD GUY
BUT YOU RATHER BE THE BAD GUY
THE BAD GUY
RATHER BE THE BAD GUY THE BAD GUY
YEA YOU RATHER BE THE BAD GUY THE BAD GUY

YEA YOU RATHER BE THE BAD GUY THE BAD GUY 
YEA YOU RATHER BE THE BAD GUY THE BAD GUY 
YEA YOU RATHER BE THE BAD GUY WASTIN ALL YOUR DAMN TIME I DONT GIVE A FUCK
X2

(LIL DARKIE)
OHHHH N I DONT WANT ANOTHER NIGGA COMIN UP TO ME AND TELLIN ME THAT IM THE VILLIAN FASHO
LETS GO 
AND IF YOU WANT IT YOU CAN GET IT
OOHHH
WHY THEY WANNA LEVITATE AROUND 
WHEN EVERYTHING IS GRAVITATIN
DOWN DOWN DOWN
MAKIN AGGRIVATIN
SOUNDS SOUNDS SOUNDS
 
OHHHHH
GO AHEAD AND LET ME KNOW
BUT YOU AINT ME 
I KNOW NIGGAS REALLY MAD BECAUSE THEY AINT ME 
NIGGAS REALLY PLAY PRETEND THEY WHAT THEY CANT BE
KEEP THAT SPIDER ON MY WAIST

MADE ME OUT TO BE THE BAD GUY
MADE ME OUT TO BE THE BAD GUY
MADE ME OUT TO GO BE THAT GUY

Okay for the record *knuckle crack*
You do the evil laugh like this 
HAAHAHAHAHA

BAD GUY (FT. LIL DARKIE) (PROD. WENDIGO)

i think i finally love myself

lyrics:
my way 
my way or the highway baby
stop lookin at me sideways maybe
one day we can be free

you’re so sweet to me
like a peach tree

my days
going stupid eyes ache burning
from staring at the sun not learning
please incinerate me

i hope that jesus christ doesn’t hate me

why me
why my mind a runaway train
that cant seem to fix anything
pain seep into my brain, see

see the sky it crying when it rain,  we
dont know what we got until it fade, be
proud of what you do, do it insanely

hold my hand
hold me closer
do you stand on 
billboards and posters

im a man
with a hand on my holster

yeah

watch the moments pass you
watch the moments pass you by
can’t afford to match you
im low on cash help me survive
why the rich got mass supplies
for when the anti christ arrives 
arises from the hell inside
where all the evil fell and writhes

why i wake up waste my time
when all the rhymes inside my mind
alive

why i give a fuck about these people that dont care about me
the internet is such a bitch it tear the hair up out me
i wanna die i lie in bed dont know my wearabouts he

appear to me 
i fear his image taking
over over
where’s the finish making
mad mistakes i peer the fakes are wasting

all their seconds
all they recon making
money power better
i just want my grandmother’s cooking n a sweater 
some times i cant stand them looking at my tether

the thing that keep me grounded
it sounded soft
like a mountain of cloth
or the crown of a sloth

my way 
my way or the highway baby
stop lookin at me sideways maybe
one day we can be free

you’re so sweet to me
like a peach tree

my days
going stupid eyes ache burning
from staring at the sun not learning
please incinerate me

i hope that jesus christ doesn’t hate me

IMPERFECT (PROD. WENDIGO)

Lil Darkie - COMPOSITION XI

lyrics:

EVERYBODY HERE IS SCARED TO DIE
EVERYBODY HERE AFRAID 
OF THAT WHILE THEY’RE ALIVE
WHAT ABOUT WHEN ALL OF US CAN FLY
ELECTRIC DANDELIONS IN THE SKY

I CAN’T BEAR THE PAIN MUCH LONGER NOW
MY BROTHERS MAKE ME STRONGER 
HOW I’D DEAL: I RIP MY BONG THE CLOUDS
THEY COVER UP MY WRONGS AND FOULS
I FEEL, BETTER OFF IN THE SUNLIGHT 
EYES, MORE SIGHT WHEN IT’S NOT BRIGHT

AND I CAN’T HATE YOU PEOPLE 
MORE THAN I CAN HATE MYSELF
KNOW THAT EVERYTHING I MAKE 
IS JUST A CRY FOR HELP

EVERYBODY HERE IS SCARED TO DIE
EVERYBODY HERE AFRAID 
OF THAT WHILE THEY’RE ALIVE
WHAT ABOUT WHEN ALL OF US CAN FLY
ELECTRIC DANDELIONS IN THE SKY

lljw

you are not special

Saylor Rigsby

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