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20Bandanas - REPPIN 20 (J.D.S)

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Sad rap for ya’ll

[Lyrics]


Nights full of takeout 
We make out and make up 
 don’t want to wake up 
Pay cut from day jobs, I stay on n break out
These nights full of takeout 
We make up and make out 
Heres to her tears got a good taste now 
I stand in the way of happiness, stay now 
Fist fights that break out 
They’re verbal it’s mayhem 

feel so sad
I can’t help  
I smoke up 

I’m with you, feel broken 
She ask if we’ll make it 
Yeah, here’s to hoping
I fake it 
I know you don’t think it but girl you’re amazing 

I feel like a dope fiend the dragon I’m chasing 
Memory erasing 
I wish god would take me 

I guess he don’t care

I’m sitting down feelin your hair 
It’s hard to believe there’s something right here 

Kissing 
Tears 
What happened to all of these years 

Lonesome 
Fear 
What’s standing in the way, it’s clear 

Dearly departed 
I can’t think clearly 
I think I’m the one who started it all



Nights full of takeout 
We make out and make up 
I don’t want to wake up 
Pay cut from day jobs, I stay on n break out
These nights full of takeout 
We make up and make out 
Her tears go to waste now 
I stand in the way of happiness, stay now 
Fist fights that break out 
They’re verbal it’s mayhem 

I love you 
I love me 
I think it’s hard to just say that




Wishing well, I’m all alone 
Sore to the touch I bruise to the bone 
Phone in my hand, I’m zoning out, I need to go home 

Lord what have I done 

I have passion to use 
I’m higher than the wax I abuse 
Track suit and a luge 
I’m going fast down the backside of the moon

Love (Prod. CLEOD)

Got her 
grippin the upholstery 
Said she dont even know of me 
Now she won’t let go of me 
I got blow in a bag baby wanna make it snow with me? 

Jumpin on the pole for me, girly pay her tolls for me 

On the way to hell and back 
The only thing I control in life be my kicks and attacks 
I got stripped off my back 
No words can react 

This a sanction 
Smoking on some dank shit
Shawty saw my stick and now she wanna crank it 
Girly don’t break it 
Haters gon hate it 

I post every week, keep the hits on your playlist 
I don’t really pay shit
I just celebrated

Life’s been crazy I just sold a plate full
Playful, dreadful, asked for some brain got a head full 
Whatchu got a head for 
If you ain’t thinkin bout thankin me for bread 
Inter course 
Most end in divorce 
Stay on road, stay the course 

interconnected 
Bones be Breakin you can check it off the checklist 
Don’t mind me I got some hash for breakfast 
No im not southern I got cannabis
Forget this 
Gotta check this 

Brand new single outta Astoria been reppin 
North Carolina pouring concrete intersections 

Gotta real steel weapon 
Can’t blame em 
They just wanna end this 
Jewels on my left wrist 


Got her 
grippin the upholstery 
Said she dont even know of me 
Now she won’t let go of me 
I got blow in a bag baby wanna make it snow with me? 

Jumpin on the pole for me, girly pay her tolls for me 

On the way to hell and back 
The only thing I control in life be my kicks and attacks 
I got stripped off my back 
No words can react 

This a sanction 
Smoking on some dank shit
Shawty saw my stick and now she wanna crank it 
Girly don’t break it 
Haters gon hate it

MADI$ON (Prod. CLEOD)

Beat by Gosha
Sound engineering/mixing mastering by CA$HQUIAT

Lyrics - 

Dahmer, I  Murder the game to the top 
Slobberin Spitting nursery rhymes playin to drops 
Hummin to misery rhymes, I’m smokin on rocks


I struggle with pain as I walk alone 
Dreaming the labels threw pay at my dome
Plays at my phone 
Building my name and I’ll do it alone 
Instilling the fame as I roll up the dro 
Shits too fire I stop drop roll  
Coughing and rolling this shit is annoying 
Bolded letters on the beats important 
Embroidered lettters on the seats imported 
Annointed shoulders
the claims distorted 
Shame is ported to the next generation 
Three minutes or less is the end duration 

spending my patience 
Feels like nothing could mess up my cadence 
Lagging behind, I fold up my hands, confessions to father 
Confessions get darker like shades of permanent marker 

Dahmer, I  Murder the game to the top 
Slobberin Spitting nursery rhymes playin to drops
Hummin misery rhymes skipping on rock
Chain so low
I pick up the clock 
Brain so slow
She go dumb on the cock
Look at the homie he talk
Who new fashion was trappin 
Girly got caught wipin her nose, napkin 
Smackin my lips 
Smokin a bowl and I’m packin in tips 
Movin silent a well oiled machine
Feel like a juicer swallowing greens 
Unfollowing teams of conceited beings 
Demeaning demonic entities speeding through lanes 
Appearing in front of mirrors like Mary when you sayin my name 
Movin slow mo like the max of Payne 
Throwback to quarantine, had a few packs of games 
Slangin through packs of celebrity names 
I’m not tryna have celebrity fame 
I want celebrity gains 
Integrity bangs
Slangin through packs of celebrity names 

Tell Me what's changed 
The world is estranged 
I need a new lover I need a new thang 
Side piece 
Main chick 
I plead the fifth to the plaintiff 
She watch me make my beats
She like how I arrange it 
Let's save it 
Face it 

Dahmer, I  Murder the game to the top 
Slobberin Spitting nursery rhymes playin to drops
Hummin misery rhymes skipping on rock

DAHMER (Prod. GOSHA X CA$HQUIAT)

Mixing/engineering - CA$HQUIAT
Lyrics/Beat/performance - CLEOD

[Lyrics]

Weed so Loud I’m blowin sound waves instead of smoke 
I’d rather be rich and sad than happy and broke 
Constantly stressed out, I’m happy that I toke 
Invokin the help of past bodies
I really wish we could’ve spoken first 
Sold my soul to the devil, I feel I was awoken cursed 
Bold underlined goals, my level high, her lips pursed 
Pounding her for hours, now her lips hurt 
Took a quarter shrooms, felt the cataclysmic psilocybin first 
Im the worst alive to survive this apocalyptic homocide 
Come inside 
Nobody want the smoke but everybody got a lighter
Haven’t seen her in a month and I feel like it got tighter
Walked away mid argument, she’s not really a fighter 
Gave her the wrong address for show, didn’t really invite her 
Probably did it to spite her 
Crawl over me now she a spider 
she looked at me in the eyes and said “let’s get higher”
Baby 
she prolly meant to shade me
On second thought - fuck her, it prolly meant she hate me 
That voice in my head keep sayin it means she wanna date me 
But that’s the same voice that keeps gettin a yes out of a maybe 
Baby 
Tell me something else that’s not true 
If we turn out the lights I can pretend that it’s not you 
I think I hate you 
Talkin bout my cold past but I’ve had a hot few 
Stop trippin I know you got a lot to -
Process 
Left her on read for an hour and she start to obsess 
start to undress, left her wet for an hour 
Come to think if it I’m honestly impressed 
I don’t feel a thing anymore, honestly I’m so depressed 

you know I only say those things when I get real stressed 
Hold me to a standard and put me to the test 
Worsening conditions I gotta be ready so I shorten my rest 
Gained a few pounds since the last time I got shit off my chest 
I’m moving weight 
Went to Australia they said “your life’s a movie mate”
Hand on my crotch when I take her as my movie date 
Independent so I let the strap hold me late at night 
Mistakes and fights 
Stripper girl a comedian got me doin spit takes with ice 
Bleeding from the forehead cause I through her a diamond 
Call me Andy samberg, I’m lonely on this island 
My hands shaking, I haven’t ate in like eight hours 
Probably isn’t a good idea to house whiskey sours 
Like a snakes mouth, this depression devours 
Left with a bad taste, the first impression devours 
I think I know everything but I’ve only known you for a couple hours

All Alone (Prod. CA$HQUIAT)

Self-composed & mixed


[Lyrics] 


I just scratched the surface 
Got dirt all in my cuticles 
He ain’t around he a square
dropping bombs all in his cubicle 
Beware, he dares to leave it all behind 
Yeah we all knew he would 
Knock him out harder than a roofie could


I said rest in peace 
Shmorgasboard fulla hella trees 
She look at it desperately
Tell her to get the fuck out but I said it respectfully 
Ooh
My body wrecking me
I don’t pay it no mind but it feel like a reckoning 
Her body callin for me, It be beckoning 
Bodies straight sectioning 
I’m like Hannibal lector in the studio 
It’s refreshing to me 
Exotic packs od Fumi 
Fumigate the crib 
 a christening 
Her fake body it glistening 
Makeup on
My models festering 
She deserve to be the centerpiece 
Ooh Don’t pester me 
Congeniality I want forever peace 

Ooh 

I said rest in peace 
Shmorgasboard fulla hella trees 
She look at it desperately
Tell her to get the fuck out but I said it respectfully 
I don’t want no fame I just want them to remember me 
So I simply compose a whole symphony 
This ain’t no whistle beat 
I make my own history
writing up the fiction heat 
I straight dig in these 
Bars off the top I must be swingin free 
Callin up sigmund Freud I need help physically 
I’d say it’s mentally but I fuck with my mentality 
It’s a technicality 
The way I be makin donuts whole I just powder these lyrics n made up a recipe 

She look at me sexually 
If I try hard enough then she’ll let me eventually 
Perplexing for me 
 been four years since she was horny
Her body like some morphine 
I push it till my veins bleed 
Kush till my brain freeze 

She my main squeeze 
Pedal to the metal I be handin out these daisies 
Of course they wanna pay me 
One verses, two hooks, anywhere, anytime they get the same fee 

Bitch don’t blame me 
With the market that we live in you lucky that the game free 
Beats I exchange free 
The money made the same for me 
Franklin be my main homie, built a name for me 

She still Lust for the chrome hearted fur 
I turn the frankincense to dust 
Don’t even get me started on the myrrh 
Got the duffel bag suitcase, the sandals are a must 
I do the dirt 
Pearls clutched 
Blushed over a purse
Tell her do your worst 

I got a newer verse
Cursed myself with a voodoo doll 
Sunday, Sat me back of the church 
Oogle all the time 
She in her prime, make the homies cry 
She like to drink they whine 

For the second time 

Can’t keep the bars out my mind 
I hopped a different line 
Shoulda built a stony wall, 
Phony fools in bony brawls 
greating death is a lonely talk
bone meet bone, got no meat 
Some got beef the stores recalled 

Ask her why you cryin, she so blue call her cyan 

Sippin on some cibin’ 
brewed mushroom tea fills the room 
We gon be vibin soon 

just opened your mouth n the whole group know you lyin boo 

Even if I get a offer I ain’t signing soon

Morphine (Prod. CLEOD)

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Featuring SKYWALKER

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