MIDNIGHT

DEMON OF THE FLOW PT2

[prod. SCARY MIND]
my wrist sliced, gon die tonight. 
remember da pimp who be slangin white. 

I'm always high, all thru the night.
be floating, I travel all thru tha sky. 

aint trusting nobody, it's good for my health.
threaten me pussy, I see watchu bout.
aint talkin no money, don't open ya mouth.
tribute to snow n that dirty south. 

fucked up my paper, now I'm goin thru it.
I question myself like "the fuck am I doin?"
I'm never at peace, who the fuck I be foolin?
be fighting myself for the shit I'm pursuing.

I went to da church n they told me I'm blessed.
how the fuck am I blessed wit da knoose on my neck?
gotta hustle real hard I can't fuck up my check.
I don't play bout my lyfe, I still ride by my tech. 

if I'm gonna die, iss suicide. 

aint trading my glock bitch I don't wanna thirty.
can't focus on lyfe when my mental still hurtin.
I'm swerving off percs Ina all white suburban. 

aint shit but da coke n da blood on my sink.
gone kill me for giving that feelin of need.
the pressure, temption aint givin relief.
ain't stuck in my ways bitch I'm stuck in some grief. 

I'm in love with da drugs like I'm loving a bitch.
tryna get drums, I been done wit da stick
stealing da forgis right offa yo whip.
plus im buckin lul bitch, I don't play bout my shit. 

i been dancin on coffins, I show you mane.
I'm trippen best tuck you dat fourty bang.
da infant who isn't tha chosen reign.
lord gimme da nerve to juss blow my brain.


cause all of this sippin aint doin it foe me.
aint feelin when I'm at my low mane.
can't get right im insane.
lord mane, show me. 

stoic when I'm at my low mane.
chill in this commerce of cobain.
stoic when I'm at my low mane.
oh mane, show me.


blow smoke, then hop out tha whip!
thrax, can't fuck wit no mid 

slice, twice, right atcho wig.
then hop back, right in my shit. 

broke little bitch aint gon fuck up my money, 
I'm deep n misled so my lyfe taken from me. 

the fuck is a savior when shit lookin ugly?
I know that I'm great bitch aint nothing above me. 

bitch I'm that gold chain, beaming all day.
dead mane made of mistakes. 

lash out, n fuck up my cake.
hop back n steal me yo plate. 

my deepest intentions aint ever been lovely.
the knoose on my neck is the symbol of money.
I'm digging my grave lul bitch all by myself.
you got me advice, then help me the fuck out. 

cause all of this sippin aint doin it foe me.
aint feelin when I'm at my low mane.
can't get right im insane.
lord mane, show me. 

stoic when I'm at my low mane.
chill in this commerce of cobain.
stoic when I'm at my low mane.
oh mane, show me.

STOICMANE

Lyrics: 

Thinking on a mistake 
did a little bidding in my head space 
sold my soul to stay away from mis taste 
disgrace thinking bout my dumb face 
scattered fuck it shatter heart and leave me in my worst place 

 motherfuckers only care about the baggage only passing verbal passive fuck a passion 
lets just follow what hes doing maybe cash in catch em lacking 
never worried bout my death its only matter time it happens 

watch em gather round they circle like the birds above
puffing on a jay up in the other hand a blunt 
Smoke to face I like the taste of poison up inside my lungs
always blood in hand im coughing up my body not a pun 
always doing drugs what started out for fun 
only taking what I can but lately I be smoking till my vision faded body stiff and numb
fuck it up dont give a fuck about it wont be here for long 
Reaper never distant always linger im the vagabond
abbadon
 rest in piss you piece of shit no peace for leeches dead and gone 
plenty out for me the others hate but talk about my songs
fuck around and find out why im always in my head along 
Ripping and tripping prescription split I take a hit and gone 
Spitting precision the blade done slitting vein im living wrong  
Running no stunting id rather puff the weed inside the bong 
Dejected impressing whatever’s left instead I write this song 
Now lay in bed I look up at the ceiling 
empty heart I long 

Wishing 
this was the end of it all think I’m kidding
I look for a sign or some hope but it’s distant 
In head know it’s wrong but abusing decisions 
To vices now numb feeling dumb always living dependent 
I can’t get away got no ice or no pendant 
Depending I make it no matter I’m sending in life with a

message of give it and sinning repent for a feeling no god in the ceiling it shatters like glass as I fall never kneeling my face got no place in this world why I’m peeling my skin from my bones to be close to these demons berating or hating no matter they with me forever pariah dejected come get me or leave me alone 

In this hole I rot inside my tomb no light it’s dark just like the womb could I presume that  life on pause will not resume so grip the pistol know im doomed 
My eyes now white just like the moon

VERTIGO. (Prod. YUNGMEXIC$NBIH)

CUT EM OFF FT LILWOEBEGONE

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Lyrics

KUSHKOSTA

Wack ass rappers mane I put em on a hit list
All these mfs just some lame ass bitches
I don’t give a fuck I just really want the riches
Come close to me ima leave you needing stitches

Stay to myself cause I’m really with the quickness
Madhouse bitch ima stand on business
Run thru yo house and I leave no witness 
Bones broken, send yo mami what’s missing

Smoke another blunt, keep my mind from slipping
Mf the judge I don’t care bout forgiveness
Dissing on me ima fuck on ya mistress
Put em in the dirt, you is next on my hit list

In too deep in the pussy I am hitting
Don’t fuck w me ima have head missing
Flow hit hard like the powder I am sniffing
Madhouse bitch n yunno this shit is hitting, hoe

WYNTER

Im on the way fent laced in my blunt what the fuck is that look on yo face imma decay if she keep giving brain im insane still in pain from the day that i woke up called up kosta he tried to ask me if i was ok im in a state of rehabilitate intimidate my whole  way through the case i just say that im the greatest and i am the reason why there is some hate you is a joke if you run in my place glock make you drop now its blood clean  the stains im in a madhouse wit 5150s im going so krazy but it is too late i fuck wit sinners she let me up in her i roll up a splinter just know we aint safe 

ILLUSIONLUNA

51 50
when i’m in yo city 
we load up the semi 
and shoot out ya clique 
i’m swervin the chevy 
my k at the ready
go cut out the lights 
then we bust in yo crib
hittin up kosta i might get a zip for low 
bitch on her knees when i pop out the show 
choppa chopa you choppa choppin ya hoe 
pass me the blunt bitch im good off the snow 
stay the fuck out my section 
got evil intentions 
i came with a vengeance 
glock came with extensions 
i climb out my coffin 
i rip out yo carcass 
my choppa start barking 
these pussy hoes flockin 
i don’t know i don’t try cuz that shit might blow my high

817MADHOUSE - BLOW MY HIGH! (PROD. NFTR)

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Kurt Cobain

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