Red Light

Bladee - Decay (Original Version)

Singles, Snippets, Unreleased, and Features

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Breakfast Closed

Breakfast Closed (Demo)

Applying rudiments to the drum set / Thomas Pridgen

Bind Mina Händer

Big BS the 1 and Only 💤 S/o Harto

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Ima stack monarchs, you hear my barks?
The mean ima get guap.
These pussy they mad, they talk slop.
Send a dog three shots that mean it go; 
Bop Bop Bop.
Gelato in my blunt burn like gas,
He stand in the back with the seed that go pop.
If you think you a bad boy get popped.
Man I fuck up the head when blood drop.
Stick heed in believing the blood drop.
Why these man so pussy and pocket watch?
Like, tryna step in Carti and pocket a watch.
SI rock it a lot.
FP rock it a lot.
UK boy I come for your spot.
In the US I know BS knocking a lot.
When I fish I get bites, bites, bites.
Got my bitch just my type.
Not right like, clutching a stick when shit get tight.
Snipe.
All of my blunts they bite.
Like all of these man talk shite.
Like who the fuck gave these man one mic?
In LD off LD get guap.
I cannot stop.
Unless I’m told by my pops.
And my pops want me out the box.
I’m outside swinging my socks.
Fill them with rocks.
Flush raw, bumping that Sox.
Bumping the rawest.
Run from the cops.

Bridge:
I can’t work jobs, I hate my boss.
I am my boss, that’s how I rock.
Sip that hen on rocks.
Split that pen it’s raw.
Raw is it not?
Raw is it not?
Uh, kill em off.

Verse 2:
Each day I wake up miserable.
Each night I think about ending days.
What would I leave back here anyway?
I think about every way.
Like what if I hang or my shit bang?
I go out anyway, any day.
Sad to say.
Wake up every day and this shit still the same.
Lead fly like paper planes into my brain.
I’ll take on any state, take on any fate.
Know what god want from me bitch I’m not any face!
I kick ball like Boniface; I got a bony face.
Fix shit my woadie breaks.
I’m on go I got no breaks.
If you on my dick we can’t link up;
That shut fuck up my month.
I smoke dope I get dumb.
I pop sweets and I get numb.
You talk about pussy you get none.
Must think this blood shit is for fun?
You talk about pussy you are one.
I’m winning Europa; Lookman.
To all of my bros, I look up; to.
Can’t fuck with a dude like you.
Can’t fuck with a tube like you.
You man on the sus side too.
I’m on the southside too.
Together we stick like glue.

Paper Planes (Prod. bloody shield)

thank you lord jesus for another day. what a crazy simulation this
is!
#mybookoftheories
Stay jOyfUl. And have Fu
N!

Applying rudiments to the drum set / Thomas Pridgen

g8bRi€L!

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