New day, same shit

BLIND

Bloodline [prod. metlast x 5head]

Pink Dyed Hair W/ Carter Tomorrow (prod. p4ra X 5head)

I DON’T COMPARE TO HER AT ALL FT CARTER TOMORROW

Prod. YCK

Yeah you're a fucking faker ain’t mistaken you’re a petty thief
I'm the undertaker these remains were lent lamentably
Hear me my precious carrion when it’s wrapped up and said and done
Lend the keys into the chapel and the tabernacle I’m a paladin inserted I will die unsung

Rake it in pay to win I’m always staying pissed
Actions don’t matter like I am a fatalist
Mangling the drywall sipping up the Fireball
Tapping in the cracks tell me what can’t a wire solve
Raw with no gauze melt the protons
Wanna talk about the trouble that the fucking clones caused
What we had caught em with all that incompetence
I am immobile bitch I’m no apologist
Puncturing my lungs emptied drums I’m fucked up
Strung out looking where’s the Tums
Like I’m in a fever dream but cannot wake up
Need to be distracted need to paper chase yuh
I don’t like living may be drinking down the antifreeze
Keep on feeding on the many fibs and many fantasies
Got a lifestyle that you can’t sustain
But you had it coming hoe don’t complain

Yeah you're a fucking faker ain’t mistaken you’re a petty thief
I'm the undertaker these remains were lent lamentably
Hear me my precious carrion when it’s wrapped up and said and done
Lend the keys into the chapel and the tabernacle I’m a paladin inserted I will die unsung

Bomb inside the fuselage can’t evacuate
Know that you’ve been using our approaches and the ways
That we set ourselves apart and I should have envisioned it
You never had us compensated but my damn commission did
Long live the desert where nothing freeze
Bitch imma do whatever what the fuck I please
I will walk on this bed of nails
Then to celebrate barricades seldom scaled
If we wanna sic em we send in Rottweilers
You a fucking traitor modern day John Tyler
Marked with the zeal of a dead man
Now bark like a seal in the bedpan
When I’m finished they will put my body in the pantheon
They’re bowing down and worshipping the ground that I’ve been standing on
Ash in to ash ceramic cups
Cash in to cash satanic crux

Yeah you're a fucking faker ain’t mistaken you’re a petty thief
I'm the undertaker these remains were lent lamentably
Hear me my precious carrion when it’s wrapped up and said and done
Lend the keys into the chapel and the tabernacle I’m a paladin inserted I will die unsung

Paladin

lightin up the torch and i can feel it 

same as when you blink without a feelin

i can read you better  than a phoenix 

all my bars got dropped off by a  phoenix


you dont know how to answer no 
you freeze repeat just 

breathe 

my heart yeah its going faster now 
ketamine take me out of my dream  


u wanna talk that shit   

u better pop that shit

doesnt matter if you really tried it for the first time 

i see it in your eyes you dont gotta reply . 

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.
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lightin up the torch and i can feel it 

same as when you blink without a feelin

i can read you better  than a phoenix 

all my bars got dropped off by a  phoenix


you dont know how to answer no 
you freeze repeat just 

breathe 

my heart yeah its going faster now 
ketamine take me out of my dream  


u wanna talk that shit 

u better pop that shit

doesnt matter if you really tried it for the first time 

i see it in your eyes you dont gotta reply

how to answer (Prod. IDUNNOMANE)

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Safety lies
in truth.
What do 
I believe?
This becomes
my decision –
a mental decree.
Where do I look for
the peace in me?
It becomes
A notion of
where and when
we want to perceive.
Sheep ready
to believe.
Looking for
credibility, 
while there’s
something up 
their sleeves.
Could it be
I’m outsourcing
something that
is in fact in me?
A realization
that can be.
Misguided by 
some notion,
Threatened with 
fear’s potion.
A social-psychological
erosion.
As the creep
continues his commotion.
And our religions
become more broken.
What becomes spoken
that the truth 
is interwoven.
It’s the change
That happens.
A quotient with
continual motion.
While its source
is never broken.
Part of the vast ocean
of emotion.
Open to the realization
Of love’s atonement.
In not before,
or what comes next;
it’s the presence of
this great dialect.
A conversation
with no words,
a feeling without
any verbs.
A state to be,
a state to see.
A state of knowing
I am right here
with me.
A citadel
with no walls.
It’s the present
that calls.

Citadel With No Walls

back for my revenge (prod. nug)

prod. by CRCL
contains three days grace content - tell me why

BLOOD ON MY HANDS feat. reapyy (prod. CRCL)

I don't think we'll make it through ft. lilbearshawty (Prod. Domyno)

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LYRICS:

Verse 1: (tuMaggz)

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

Riding
To the spot we wylin
Hit a motherfucking cop he dying 
Hit a motherfuckers block while smiling 
Took a son from his mother she crying 
All of this shit ain’t tough talk 
Everybody hates a nigga no Chris Rock 
Everybody wanna see a nigga wrist locked up in some steel 
I ain’t talking bout no wrist watch

Yeah that boy might kill his parents but he ain’t gon kill me
Met a foreign bitch from Paris she gon get on both knees
Got a fresh pack boy you smoking on that old tree
With yo dusty musty crusty ass boy you ain’t no OG

Whole game fucked 
All you niggas got it criss cross
See you stunting on em 
Why you rocking all the Ross drip
Smoking on that wood tip 
Cheaper than a Cheese Nip
You be sucking dick
For a feature on some bullshit
Shooter with a full clip
Boy drop that pin
Got seven whole niggas like Sect finna send 
Straps can stay back handle this like some men
But we know you a coward so we gon roll in 

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got
	
Verse 2: (Cardeairé)

We swing em hard with all we got
I knock a nigga out his socks
We pull up on him like we lightning leave his ass straight fuckin shocked, huh
Now he lookin at the sky, cause that bitch got fuckin dropped
Smokin good shit got me coughin 
Put him in a coffin and leave him to die
Bitch nigga run up on me then he must got a death wish 
Floppin around like a dyin fish
Rich nigga shit I’ll hit you with a fresh whip
Playin wit me and you dyin bitch 
Prayin to not see god and shit
Sayin you just want out of it 
And I’ll put you out yo misery 
The last thing you’ll fuckin see is me
Wit a smirk on my face 
I bet the shit that you said you wanna take back 
That’s not how it work in this place 
You just another fuckin homicide case
Homicide, suicide, genocide, I call that shit icin the cake 
They say Sect you don’t got a fuckin heart
Then I got a organ to take 
Then I got a organ to steal
Everything so fake to me so it ain’t hard to point out what’s real
I got bitches that pay for the bill
Them niggas go crazy yeah they go stupid when they be off of them pills
I put that pussy right in a coffin then I’m headed to the hills
Bitch

Coughin' (feat. Sect Unit)

Coughin' (feat. Cardeairé Latrelle)

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so it was all for nothing

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Lyrics:

[hook]
I blame myself for the pain that you've dealt
My friends, you've known exactly how I've felt
So say I've changed but I did it for my health
And those I loved you've went and gone stealth

I blame myself for the pain that you've dealt
My friends, you've known exactly how I've felt
So say I've changed but I did it for my health
And those I loved you've went and gone stealth

[verse1]
fuckin' hell
Im not well
Trusted you
And then I fell

So afraid
I'm awake
Friends' like who?
Cause ya'll so fake

I might break
Then remake
Save my heart
From all the ache

Got my blade
I might fade
3 more lines
I wish you stayed


I'm so fed, no longer full
On every lie that you pull
Strings from above I'm their fool
Mastermind drowned in the pool 


[hook]
I blame myself for the pain that you've dealt
My friends, you've known exactly how I've felt
So say I've changed but I did it for my health
And those I loved you've went and gone stealth

I blame myself for the pain that you've dealt
My friends, you've known exactly how I've felt
So say I've changed but I did it for my health
And those I loved you've went and gone stealth

[verse2]
You hate the way I numb my pain
I've hung myself inside your brain
An ornament for severing
The insecurities I'll bring

Bestow upon me gifts in vein
I'd follow you into the rain
But now you've gone and I'm insane
And you're the reason I'm to blame

It's suffocating not knowing where you lie
Awake I'm waiting for all to be made right
It's hard to believe me when I say that I'm alright
I live every day but I don't feel like I'm alive


[hook]
I blame myself for the pain that you've dealt
My friends, you've known exactly how I've felt
So say I've changed but I did it for my health
And those I loved you've went and gone stealth

I blame myself for the pain that you've dealt
My friends, you've known exactly how I've felt
So say I've changed but I did it for my health
And those I loved you've went and gone stealth

I blame myself for the pain that you've dealt
My friends, you've known exactly how I've felt
So say I've changed but I did it for my health
And those I loved you've went and gone stealth

I blame myself for the pain that you've dealt
My friends, you've known exactly how I've felt
So say I've changed but I did it for my health
And those I loved you've went and gone stealth

Health Issues (prod. Bartes)

written/performed by SEPHA.
prod. CHIO. (https://soundcloud.com/user-780638133)
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Lyrics:

I'm thinkin bout all of the cycles i've already done 
in a short space of time
in a short space of life
in a short space of time
in a short space of life

you come to me like the past
when things were original
the present is so unoriginal (oh)
the future might be so typical (oh)
i want the interstellar shit
(x2)

well I watch you go
down the same roads now
and the fashions repeated out
and all the same discussions
well I watch you go
down the same roads now
with the fashions repeated out
and all the same discussions

all 
all falls

you come to me like the past
when things were original (oh)
the present is so unoriginal (oh)
the future might be so typical (oh)
i want the interstellar shit
(x2)

i want the interstellar shit (oh)
x8

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