LYRICS:

Rolled up outta bed and I’m looking like a mess
It’s that antisocial motherfucker, back in my depressed shit
Another existential crisis, I might just cease to exist, you’ll never see me again
I gotta get the ice up out the chest
Ghost the bitch, blow smoke out the whip
All signs point to dip, shit
What a predicament turn me into Kurt Cobain
What’s next after the Glock go bang? 

Ha, I’m immortal, you can’t kill me
Bitches tried, you can always see the envy 
In their eyes, they’re wishing I would die
So it’s kinda funny when I pop back up like surprise
Take another hit, I got it kicking just to feed my drug addiction
Turn whatever I do into a motherfucking living
Don’t put the work in for no bitches
Only doing what I love 
Which is nothing but getting ya’ll 

Head banging
Now your girlfriend’s my girlfriend 
Fucking with the witchy vibes
Trauma bonding over everything you did wrong
Always wasting your time, you’re blowing my high
I’m swerving into traffic
Can’t drive straight, I’m late
I hate people in my way
Spitting flames at all you lames
It’s another day
I’m sure you found a way though 
To get me going, way to go, you’re my motivation

Fuck the police tryna catch this smoke
We get high just to die cause life’s a fucking joke
Fuck a 9-5, got me thinking suicidal thoughts
So high forgot my train of thought 
Lost soul, can’t save me
This shit makes me go crazy 
Not fucking with anybody lately
So fuck off

$u1c1d4lth0t$

Too Much (prod.wertos)

S-class FT. FTD CUDA

(Chorus)

One take

Yuh yeahhh yuh yeahhh yuh yeahhh

Yeah she do not know what I step (step)
Balenci all what I step (step)

Fucking that hoe in her neck 
Yeah I need that icy patek (yeahhh)

I am the comma collect (yeahhh)
I am the comma collector (yuh yuh)

But I cannot stop
Motha fuckas waiting for me to just drop

Doing this shit till my ass on top (top)
Making five songs I know you can not (not)

Apple head phones my money got knots
Yeah counting I count it a lot (lot)

(Verse)
Rolling up dank I’m the king of the hill (hill)
I’m moving slow like my purple it’s still

Yeah motha fucka not even ill (yuh yuh)
Yeah you drink on quil (yuh)

One take ass for real
Xanies it got me on go for real

Yuh I don’t know (I don’t knowww)

I am the comma collect yuh I am the comma collector

(Chorus)

Yuh yeahhh yuh yeahhh yuh yeahhh

Yeah she do not know what I step (step)
Balenci all what I step (step)

Fucking that hoe in her neck 
Yeah I need that icy patek (yeahhh)

I am the comma collect (yeahhh)
I am the comma collector (yuh yuh)

But I cannot stop
Motha fuckas waiting for me to just drop

Doing this shit till my ass on top (top)
Making five songs I know you can not (not)

Apple head phones my money got knots
Yeah counting I count it a lot (lot)

comma collector (prod. jissa)

FAME I AIM

Living In Hell

Rich Asshole

Again and Again

Stay Some Moe

F the devil 
Chronic pain for 5yrs. 
21year old. 
Mental Health Awareness ❤️
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