Girl call me rumi
If i said i love you 
Thats halloumi
If tubman was alive 
She would wade the water through me

You thought you knew me
Huh
You only met the sober fella
I’m going sonic, im wet 
Boy where’s your umbrella

She playing hard 
hit her back with that Ciao bella
Been acquainted with this heat
I question if ill burn, ever?

Im a go getter
But she thought 
She can do better
Flipped my right middle finger
Then the other followed with her

Deja vu? Or really been here before?
Hear the knock? Thats the cops at the door
She want you less But you only want her more
Opening the room for your demons to come out and soar

So you get on board
With the hopes
She gon want you back
And she got on board 
With the nigga
Who would have your back

Then you realize
Deep beneath the lies
You just tryna hide
The thougt of you as a child
Thats been keeping you alive

But At the moment
All that’s going through your head
Is what the fuck i gotta say
To get this bitch up out my bed

So she got the message 
Left
You alone
depressed
feeling like the cycle really just started again

But then sometimes
I see myself at a better place
Then i part ways
With the self who had better days

Freestyle 8 - Better Days (Prod. Reup)

طالع على الجنة
ماد السلم على السدة
متخبي صارلي مدة
مرت شهيد لسا بالعدة

زي الصحوة بعد السكرة
تاركك فاقد للسوائل
و أنا محمد إبن الدرة
دائماً تلحقني قذائف

شايف البسمة تحت الغرة
و يسعد رب هالشفايف
على ربي أنا متوكل
لكن منو أنا خايف
    
بنحلي القعدة
زي القطر عالقطايف
يابا محنتنا هاليلة 
من ورا لبسك المخايل

لو انك فيك خير
ما رماك الطير
بس انتا بس فيك اير
و سايقلي فيها انك عير

لا تطومل ولك عيب 
طالعلك في الunderwear
قدام الضيوف و عم
بصرخ mama are you there

blowing Os on my hoes
Im smoking all of the reefer
At home i will be just watching
The rise of mia khalifa

Looking for myself
In myself
Im gon need some help
This the shit i represent

I got the goonies on my shelf
Racks stacking
Hired santas elves
But You be just possessed 

Drinking gin with the percocets
Thats a spirit cleanse
Lobster tails on the first date? 
Fuck did you expect

I don’t spend on a hoe
motherfucker i invest
and i don’t follow trends
motherfucker i invent
 
I been dreaming for too long
Now i need to wake up
I been honest all along
Lies i’ll start making up

lately been so broke 
that i need a couple bucks
life has been so slow 
god i need another run.

9 - Gorilla Glue (Prod. PK)

3 days, No sleep
Living in a tight grave
3 girls, won’t leave
might be going side ways

No bullet ever left the barrel 
Found its way back
Stuck to the heater through the winter
Tryna make a rack

Mama’s coming through the front
Hookers coming through the back 
So much rust on my knees
I must be an artifact

Why i’m still thinking bout you?
When I don’t know where u at
Seen too much on the news
So I don’t got a strap

But i’m still sliding through
Like i’m standing on a dolly
Rip Michael scott
Who is still stuck on Holly

I’m better friends with Mary Jane
Don’t fuck with Molly
Good luck taking a shot
In my sleep i weave and bobby

Line you up, 3 at a time
That’s a slot machine
Fake everything on my bitch
But she pretty clean

10 deep, driving slow
I don’t wanna catch a DUI
I’m praying when you look at me
You only looking at my eyes 

Lying bitches
Preaching about honesty
But honestly  
Wasn’t you the one 
that I caught lying constantly 

I would appreciate some modesty
tell me what you want, then find your way out of here
Look into your eyes, see a smile that has faded away
Roll another blunt, thank the lord we made it today
It was tough at first, but i’m alive and feeling the pain
Tonight we drink for the gone, shall we always remain

You have her picture embedded in your brain
And I got a couple pitchers, running through my veins
It’s all the same, Mary Jane, Molly with another name
Playing games, an illusion, fuck a bitch to give her fame

Three days, no sleep, living in a fucking grave
Three days, no sleep, living in a fucking grave 

Riding with the brothers who lost purpose on the way
And to find it again, is like a needle in the hay

A fireplace with your presence
Your face is the essence
Couldn’t talk my way to your pants
I had to buy you presents

Now i’m standing on the ceiling 
had to dump out all my feelings
Got a holy book in my hands 
questioning the meaning

Sipping from the same cup
Your daughter’s drinking in
But I want a bad bitch who I can
light my backwoood with

I like to grind 3 grams of caps
Sprinkle in my drink
Kick back, enjoy, relax
world peace exists

For a day at least
Even tho it is just a trip
For a day at least
Even tho it is just a trip

She sat along, then I took her for a spin
Like a cigarette after having one too many drinks
Years spent grinding away from behind a desk
Just to get a piece of paper that isn’t worth shit

10 - Insomnia (Prod. Hanto)

حارق كروتي مش ماسك flush
مقطع هالروس أنا ملك العرش
غاسل الحصرم حديقة تنرش
أخت اللياقة منربي هالكرش 

طلعتو لفوق و أصبحتو بدوني
بس خلصت الليلة و بدور عنومي
فمسحل سروالي و نظارة ععيوني
كواكب بتحوم ربي جعلك كوني

و ما بدك تقومي، فغوري و ما تعودي
مستهتر بروحي متغرب سعودي
طغيتي عليا راعيلي ظروفي
فعودي ما تعودي، راكبلي هالaudi

بضاجع مجرة، تى أخلف نجوم
بسيجارة و كلسون بخاطب هالقوم
من كثر أفكاري امي مخلفة توم 
بدور عالسِلِم في بلاد الشلوم

فش سلام في بلاد الأحلام
فش منام بعد الكلام
منصبح سكارى، منغفي كسلان
حاسس حالي ملك الآن

Penguin walking through deserted deserts
And im Looking for shorts in a winter dresser
So i Downed a bottle im feeling better
But i talked to god wrote him a letter

Little motherfucker used to walk around with giants
Took sides with goliath, see the triumph 
Im a philistine infidel, shot in the riot
If this weight I didn’t carry, be in bed with Mariah 

Variety of motherfuckers, oedipus
too close to my goals, icarus
New kid on the block, figure it
But they say the new kid is here to get it in

Im a bedouin with ritalin sitting in
Multiplying losses and sharing dividends
It’s evident that blood is just thicker than
Water uh uh uh straight jittering

Live life try hard thats my motto
No motherfucker here ever won the lotto
Talking about your fears, yea i got a lot of
When you come to me don’t come with your problems

At the strip club these bitches aint taking it off till we throw hands in the air and
Throw our 5s on the stage and then 
What
What what what what

The waitress waiting, the booty shaking
Im over here and im barely making
A living to keep at this pace and
Then i wanna take her home

i wanna meet my creator
She told me baby listen up
i will meet you later

This shit just got me tripping
And i aint even sipping
Surrounded by niggas
Who havent found the point of living

Im crossing bridges
Im moving bitches 
From right to left
Like they midgets 
with double digits

They say the stitches
Reserved for the snitches
Explain the slits on my body
Tell you thats none of your business

had shit handed out to you
Way too easy
Fuck going on the beat
I like to tease it
At times a strip tease 
Just To please it
Vsop
You know i mean it
Hennesy running through me
I defeat it

طالع معاكم
The end of season
من دون هموم
Like its the weekend

Like its the weekend

و أنا شايف حالي من أول نظرة
داعس بنزين، إشارة حمرة
في سوق الخضرة، لقيت الخضرة
لفيتها منيح ولعتها جمرة

ولعتها جمرة

ولعتها جمرة

11 - FLUSHHH

Hook
How i let my demons share my room at my mamas house
How i let these bitches crash for free on my only couch
How i spent these years without showing you what I’m about
Feeling like Jacob wrestling god Over all my doubts

verse 1
How im on my own? you the one i cant live without
give me the courage to stand and face these crowds
bring out the doubts that brought Noah back from the sea
where were the shouts when eve picked the fruit from the tree

How did we make it here? from the ruins we have risen
we are the children of god, my sins he’s forgiven
she got some questions and you got your own suspicions
your whole life is a struggle getting by with your visions
    
you live within em they don’t recognize your presence
thrift shop shirts and the hammy down denims
Feel my liver and its begging me to stop
nobody wants me here like a woman post op

run to the cops when the shit goes down
kneel to the ground when nobody is around
Put on the news see your people taken out
i just wanna make it out without chasing no clout

Hook
How i let my demons share my room 
at my mamas house
How i let these bitches crash for free 
on my only couch
How i spent these years without showing 
you what I’m about
Feeling like Jacob wrestling god 
Over all my doubts

Verse 2
I Cant hold this shit inside no-more
I need some metamucil
Take the fucking aux out your hands
We need some better music

New kid here on the block
Starting a fucking movement 
Romping with the words
Sippin trippin on peru shit

Spending money you don’t got 
on some shit that isn’t worth it
And you copping all these brands just cause in a song you heard it
Girl from ten to three you working
the heels they must be hurting

if you relate to this, then baby girl you perfect
And i know you wont give me a chance, i don’t deserve it
I been grinding all day just so you can quit the twerking
But you wanna cop a birkin
For that you need a verdict

You never even looked in my face
This bridge im burning
This is her thing,
leaving niggas barely breathing
Johnny Depp leaving pieces here and there for some reasons
Its the last day of summer all I’m feeling is the breeze 

of the winter, this might be my last fucking season
In your room 
Conversating with your demons
How the fuck do you escape
Feeling like Morgan freeman

In my room 
i’ll be chilling with my demons
I’ll just wait for my time
Something like Morgan freeman
 
ok for real now
tell me how it is now
searching everywhere 
for the love that has not been found

￼you on your sixth round
Everybody’s looking looking pretty
The only one who ever cared
You played her what a pity

Now you drive around
you don’t recognize this city
When you drive around
You dont recognize this city

Hook
How i let my demons share my room 
at my mamas house
How i let these bitches crash for free 
on my only couch
How i spent these years without showing 
you what I’m about
Feeling like Jacob wrestling god 
Over all my doubts

NKB

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