Rozz Dyliams - Surgical Savant

i own no rights
1. Welcome to White Out (Intro) 
2. Untouchable
3. Drop Your Clothes
4. 3:00 Am
5. Textually Active
6. A Taste of You
7. Bathory
8. Just Another
9. White Out
10. Keys to the Bakery
11. International
12. I Wanna Be Happy
13. White Lightning
14. Frosty
15. Volunteerz Posse Cut
16. Suicide Girl
17. I Can't Wait
18. Loverboys (Outro)

William White (dylan ross) - White Out

Breath Of God

Dylan Ross - I Must Serenade You

FUCK UP

Produced by Joshua Dunn

Lyrics:
Im about to go on a damn rampage
Dylan comin with that bump that'll put your punk ass on the front page
You got a problem with me? Whats your sons age?
I'll put you both under, just like John Cage
I got enemies, lord knows Dylan Ross got enemies
As to be expected, all of 'em suffer from passive-aggression
Obsession, and jealousy
Whats the matter with the media? Matter of fact
Whats the matter with everything?
Everything in this world is fucked up, cause of people like you
Bottom line
Thats the thing
Fuck politics
Fuck a wedding ring
Burn logs
Have an orgy in the woods
In this lifetime
In a million different dimensions
I'd have a billion orgies, if I could
Infinite goddesses across the nation
Double penetration
All up in rotation
Lost all sense of feeling, after masturbating
But I got my boner back, after waiting
Let me get back to what I was saying
To the motherfucking task at hand
Welcome to my world
Welcome to my Sextrafikanistan
Dildos instead of guns
And guns like Afghanistan
Sextrafikanistan
What you goin to school foe
I heard you go to school, hoe
You look like you aint having any fun
Or makin any dough
You look just like a shallow hole
With no hope

Come on babe...

(Dylan Ross)

All Night Long

Rozz Dyliams - Sextrafikanistan

dl - bit.ly/2V5JYXb | Prod. Dylan Ross

https://soundcloud.com/rozzdyliams https://soundcloud.com/solley420

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Haters gon' hate it, when we doing good
Hoes gon' hate it, when were motherfucking broke
Fairweather friends, tend to disappear
When theres no weed in the jar to smoke

Give me a fat ass blunt of the best
And a woman in a latex dress
Keep me bucking all night
Take me another height
Of buckness yes I'm blessed
I really only fuck with me
I don't really ever fuck with the rest
I'm the elite, Pizza Click representative
And I come from the Midwest
So I'm bouncing and I'm bucking
Rillo filled up with a couple different things
Like a turducken
And I'm all about causing a ruckus
I don't wear anything made by the hundreds
I'm just making hundreds of racks
And I spend it all as soon as I get it
If in it twumpin'
You know I'm bumpin'
I got slumps to make you go deaf
And jiggle all of the curves on your woman
I'm the buckest mane you should just assume it
Bitch I'm boomin
A lot of rappers say there dope
But they can't prove it
You wanna take me out the game do it
But no matter how many V's or X's
You use, it won't cover up stupid
The game is foolish
I'm out of it you can catch a blast
When I'm riding with the pistol grip and the mask

Haters gon' hate it, when we doing good
Hoes gon' hate it, when were motherfucking broke
Fairweather friends, tend to disappear
When theres no weed in the jar to smoke
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Drip Day Afternoon

Fairweather Friends ft. Sortahuman

Dylan Ross - Fairweather Friends ft. Sortahuman

dl - bit.ly/2V5JYXb | Prod. Do$age

https://soundcloud.com/rozzdyliams - https://soundcloud.com/dosagemusic

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I'm thinking about this woman I severely miss
Problem is I don't know if she knows that I exist
I mean I know she knows but I don't know to what extent
I'm staring up at the ceiling
Smoking relieving stress
I have so many memories I never think to keep
But when I have a memory of her, i'm sinking deep
She's on my mind so much it's getting hard for me to sleep
So when I finally can its a bitter sweet release

I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just say it)
I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just meaning)
I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just say it)
I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just meaning, i try)

As I look up at the full moon 
I wonder if she's somewhere looking at it too 
I know it sounds like garbage but it's really true 
And what I feel is not far as from what I really do 
I could always sense when she got closer to my space 
I think I saw her cross the street but didn't see her face 
I had to see if it was her and so I chased 
Lost in the sea of people, she was gone without a trace

I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just say it)
I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just meaning)
I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just say it)
I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just meaning, i try)
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Expressions

Dylan Ross - Expressions

Light Shows Darkness 2

Alright - Rozz Dyliams

Pitbull Filled With Parasites - Rozz Dyliams

Leaving Everything - Rozz Dyliams

The Judas Cradle

Holy Man Asleep - Rozz Dyliams

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i own none of the music, all are for archival purposes

Leaving Everything - Rozz Dyliams

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