DEMO X

[CHORUS]
Bitch I'm high as fuck, thinkin' why I'm sinnin'
Why after all these bitches, same feelin'?
Six hours, starin' at the same ceilin'
All these bitches hoes, become comic villain!

[VERSE 1]
Bitch my fits so hard I'm honor roll!
Sorry, drinkin' drivin' I ain't take no tolls!
I feel like a Croc, yeah without no holes!
I feel like the sky, yeah without no crows!

[VERSE 2]
Yuh! I spent 16 years in the same crib!
This a hand-me-down, not a payed whip!
Yeah! Hemmin' on my pants, thats a paper clip!
Yeah! Know I'ma be rich, pull the pink slip!

[CHORUS]
Bitch I'm high as fuck, thinkin' why I'm sinnin'
Why after all these bitches, same feelin'?
Six hours, starin' at the same ceilin'
All these bitches hoes, become comic villain!

[VERSE 3]
She gon' leave me cold on a Sunday!
I want the typa love to make a son bae!
Mama told me pain gon’ come one way,
Put that shit on, turn my room to runway!
 
[VERSE 1]
Bitch my fits so hard I'm honor roll!
Sorry, drinkin' drivin' I ain't take no tolls!
I feel like a Croc, yeah without no holes!
I feel like the sky, yeah without no crows!

no crows

Twin On Go

Backend.mp3

01 Schitzo

This song was born from a Friday in Marrakesh, when ordinary streets turned sacred. Men carried carpets and cardboard toward prayer, women, and beggars waited in quiet hope, and a small square overflowed with faith. I stood apart — eating, watching, feeling both respect and guilt. What I saw was not just ritual, but survival, community, and devotion shaping the rhythm of life. The song carries that tension: the outsider’s eyes, the weight of prayer, and the epic energy of a crowd breathing as one. It’s a moment that repeats from city to city, but never the same, always alive.

DEMO X

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