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Meditation Muzik 2

lost to view (feat. Pinkboi)

"Moonlit Murmurs: Stories from the Creek"

Seeing all red
Spreading the ash all over my dread
But I tread and get some gas and blunts before I go to bed 
Looking undead I bet all of this is in my head 
I never even left, I might just end it with the lead 
I’m dabbing the oils and I boil like I’m fried chicken 
And I throw them in the water right after I fucking stick em 
Oceanash risen from the Atlantic sea 
I’m in the bayou hanging from a fucking old Cypress tree
I'm lighting fire to the fucking palm leaves 
I’m getting higher as my skin melts into the heat
I’m in the open ocean and coping I’m throwing emotions of grief 
I’m sleeping in, I wish I wasn’t me 
I’m in the south, the roaches crawling out my mouth 
I’m always fucking filled with doubt, so please just wrap me in a shroud
I’m crouching in a fucking cloud
I’m snapping when they shake me out 
Death is what all I’m about
I’m turning your flesh all inside out
Better watch your step 
I’m not the one you should betray
In the water to your neck 
Kicking away the stingrays 
Kayaking in the creek 
Please just let me rest in piece 
Please just fucking leave me be 
Burn me like a DVD
Water clear, willows near 
Demons whisper in my ear
I feel the reaper coming near 
I'm dreaming of all my fucking fears 
I’m feeling fried, red in my eyes, I'm going for a ride and then I hop out, make ‘em die, you can try to run and fucking hide 
Put the bodies in the barrels, fill em with formaldehyde 
Stash em in the marsh and then I come up with an alibi
Put the bodies in the barrels, fill em with formaldehyde 
Stash em in the marsh and then I come up with an alibi
Woods is where I scheme 
Smoking the green, crime scene where I clean 
Feeling mean, get the n-i-c-o-t-i-n-e
Now I'm walking with a limp, eating shrimp
You can get a glimpse of the clip
I cannot wash my sins 
Cutting limbs 
Putting them into fucking bins
Slice you into pieces thin
Grinning as I rip your skin


Produced by oceanash

Moonlit Murmurs: Stories from the Creek

Dreamscape (Prod by. RM$ Yano)

06' Paul Wall (Feat. RM$ Sosanami) Prod by. RM$ Yano

ORANGEBOX (feat. iLL JAEDEN)

somthin kool lmao clu the boardgame soon to come

NOTHiNG (trynacommunicate)

Stop Me

Prod by RightyReaper

Lyric:

Aye.
You call her a bitch
Like gospel truth
But I seen her cry
Seen the pain
Seen the proof. 
Ain't every woman out here breakin' hearts.
Some just tryna live while you pull 'em apart.
You preach God.
But your mouth of fire.
Spittin' venom while you actin' all higher. 
Got a cross on your neck and a Bible in hand.
But throw dirt on queens? 
That i don't understand.

Aye.
Yeah.
You say "all hoes"
Like they made the same sin.
But maybe your heart's
Where the devil's been in. 
She was your friend
Now you call her a whore? 
Nah...
Respect them queens
Yeah.
Not every girl out here playin' like bitches.
Talk your shit
But don't forget.
You was saved by grace
Not by disrespect.

Aye.
God ain't blind. 
He see the truth in your face.
Preach love
But you movin' with hate.
You ain't better 'cause you hide your sin.
Fix your eyes.
Not every woman out here feedin' you lies.
Done with the shame, still risin' higher.
You say you love God...
Then learn to love people.

More pure than your church-boy part.
You scared of power that don't look like yours. 
Call her Jezebel just to settle your scars.
But she ain't your enemy.

Aye.
You call her a bitch
Like gospel truth.
But I seen her cry
Seen the pain
Seen the proof.
Ain't every woman out here breakin' hearts. 
Some just tryna live while you pull 'em apart.
You preach God
But your mouth of fire.
Spittin' venom while you actin' all higher. 
Got a cross on your neck and a Bible in hand.
But throw dirt on queens? 
That I don't understand.

ORANGEBOX (feat. iLL JAEDEN)

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