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**LYRICS**

oo, cough
she ride my dick til it's soft
oo, cough
why that lil bitch lookin lost?
oo, cough
she get sip now she lost
oo, cough
she ride my dick til it's soft

i cannot stress over simple shit
she want my dick put my fist in it
diamonds they flash you picture it
thats why sucking like ticks n shit
 
pussy so wet like she rinsing it
kick down your door now you missing shit
she grip my dick like a pencil shit 
mouth always full so she sniffing it

i don't like you
you cant fit
wanna see me 
take a pic
fuck fest
with a friend
cant confess to all them sins
flex hard on all of them
say i'm psycho
pardon him
two black glocks
love my twins
stay with toys
i'm a kid


She say chris that's a joy
I jump out then deploy
make her screamed whats that noise
Put in work ain't no choice
 
hate that tone in my voice
we the same hate lil boys
said the pussy was so special
like it's never seen in stores
 
wrist on frost
on my god
fucked yo bitch 
with my broad
got us both
in her thoughts
got my thumb 
in her drawls
make her dumb
seeing stars
i'm chris vayle
in the car
she say you so heaven sent
i say you know that i'm not

chris vayle—cough prod. rsevn & kns

made this drunk at the airport lol

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I don't instigate, I just tell you what the fucks wrong
I just make you dance, dance like there isn't a god
I don't interfere, i just tell you what the fucks wrong
I just make you dance, dance like there isn't a

Pillowsnake! call me your apostle 
Goth bitch still shopping at Aeropostle
Bandage on my head like my name is Lakeith
Bandage on my wrist like my name is Rock Lee
Pray to circumstance that I feel no pain
Pray to circumstance that I find a way
Pray to circumstance that I express myself without looking insane

Carlin told me, you go where you want to be
So don't copy me nor follow me, alright?

I don't instigate, I just tell you what the fucks wrong
I just make you dance, dance like there isn't a god
I don't interfere, i just tell you what the fucks wrong
I just make you dance, dance like there isn't a

What the fuck you going on and seeing inside my head?
What the fuck you going on and seeing after I'm dead?

Pillowsnake, to the new founded
Never owned a watch, but wrists always surrounded 
More than little slashes, more than tight cuts
Snort the pain away, getting pussy with no fuss
Well, the more Im in it, the more I see that
Paradise is in the eye of many
The suffered trials that none defile
Come to me when the fountain drier

Carlin told me, you go where you want to be
So don't copy me nor follow me, alright?

dance like there's no god

In Memory Of Tanesha Melbourne
https://www.gofundme.com/tanesha-melbourne-blake

Produced by Kit Romas
Mix & Master by Maya Root73
Audio Engineered by Richy Studio N17


Lyrics

Another horror televised
Working to desensitise and also to incentivise
A reaction from those other guys

Seen it once, Seen it twice,
On TV, even live, with these hands
With these eyes

I think i'm done eating pork pies, 
I'm sick of lies
Journalist get paid to report lies
Line after line
I get numb to the head with these goal lines
They help pass the time
He was on red then they put him on green light
It was time to ride

On these icy roads, i mind my steps
Too much too young
A life of regrets
Far too young to be living on the edge
& far too young to be flirting with death

Patterned back roads, so along they sped
Doing up hamilton, Max and Seb
Max was known for taking a risk
& Seb was known for tight-roping the edge

Check the background from where the story lead
Tell me, what already hasn't been said

These man saw their L on the news
And knew they had to plot their revenge

All grew up in a council house
Grown men with kids, but ain't got no spouse
Most are dole'ing about
Grub their breakin' it down, 
Dishin' out and countin' the pounds

Have a look round
Everyone's bawlin out
It was a saddening sound, a saddening sight
Not something to see
Something that wouldn't believe
Something that makes the heart grieve
It's hard to believe, 
It's hard to see,
An innocent bleed

they made it look easy
them man made it look easy
they made it look easy
they made it look easy
them man made it look easy

Another mother terrorised
Crying for her child's life
Being told to stand aside
Whilst paramedics try to revive
Resuscitate and keep alive
The life that's left in her child's eyes
In the street her child lies
Reporters steady up their mics
Journalists are bound to type

stereotypes
stereotypes
stereotypes
stereotypes

Broadsheets and Tabloids alike
Nothing sells like a pile of lies
Nothing sells likes a pile of lies?
Nothng sells like a pile of lies
& again we have

Another horror televised
Working to desensitise and also to incentivise
A reaction from those other guys

Seen it once, Seen it twice,
On TV, even live, with these hands
With these eyes

With These Eyes (Prod. Kit Romas)

I know this record is 2 years old but the acapella gave the beat such a vibe! I hope you all enjoy! -casey

On Stappe Un Pti Piano IR 110.29

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