catchin fire in the middle of ocean
sum nights yea I really wish you’d notice
leave my body on ice it’s alright, know u always cut me open
left 4 dead know a motherfucker homesick
pessimist always waitin for the worlds end
drunk as fuck know I think I’m boutta hurl man
I be thinkin way 2 much take a couple see the world end

Bitch I’m in the cut with my boys on some fuck shit
Tol her run it up so much in my system I can’t function
foot up 2 ur neck hold ur breath I’m boutta stomp shit
vans all bloody got me nauseous
I just want a check blowin bands on a pop bitch
odst muthrfucker ima drop ship
lil boy a grunt confetti blowin when my shots hit x2

all things burn tryna set that shit alight,
yeah my head still hurts but i'm still gon fight it
ahhh you're the worst but i don't mind it
take the tape out, burn it don't rewind it
you said, if i want it i could find it
i'm  dead, and no care can be provided
i'll fucking burn it all down yeah i don't like it
and all i need is a match to light it
wrong place wrong time
going insane losing my mind
i'm not fine
love me don't try lyin
i don't mind, i guess i could live this lie,
everything we built expired
and everyday i get more tired

ember w/ rouri404, raegun (prod. piscesfry, Plxce)

with https://soundcloud.com/rouri404 prod https://soundcloud.com/prod-plxce

lyrics :)

I've been wasting a lot of time, but I'm alright
I've been running 'round in cricles, tryna catch my mind
And I can't move on, I swear I tried
And I can not see past my own eyes

I know I talk way too much
My friends tell me I'm fucking up
I know I'm thinking way too much
Can't hear what you say, I'm breaking up

I know I talk way too much
My friends tell me I'm fucking up
I know I'm thinking way too much
Can't hear what you say, I'm breaking up

Empty hallways 
Running, and you fall at night 
Catching up, Know I’m always by your side
In the mirror my reflection never bats an eye
Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, boutta turn out the lights 
There is something in this house, and I know it’s not right
There is someone in the backseat of my ride
Hearing whispers in the attic
Cold hands on my back, sending shivers down my spine

I know I talk way too much
My friends tell me I'm fucking up
I know I'm thinking way too much
Can't hear what you say, I'm breaking up

stream/buy

too much w/ rouri404 (plxce)

Poison ft. rouri404

THANK U FOR 100K ON PLAY PRETEND I LOV EU ALL. 

produced by 31sentinel + simon m 

AWOWAOEIAIEA AWOOOGA AWOOGA WOEOAIE cybertraash

SOS w/ reef (31sentinel + simon m)

uh oh (bipxlar)

I got weight I can’t cut
You think i give a fuck?
check bigger every month
i bet these xans will keep me numb

i never did it for the money
i only do it for the drugs
i did a tour across the country for my health
and it just paid me for the month
 yeah

say they gonna slide on me?
then put that shit on god
motherfuckers pussy i see right through their façade
boy this outfit cost a k, i’m just wearing what i got
like my boys in french denim like marithe francois girbaud

Marithe Francois Girbaud

<3
spotify - https://open.spotify.com/track/6yi4fEiQI2loxxqP6ssmTD?si=6703114e8b80452f

you better go (@1ohmygon)

PROD 31 Sentinel and wishlane. Thank you Kitz I hope you guys enjoy the song.

Peripheral *Kitz

still don’t know what to name this

you keep speaking bout your problems, i feel bad but i feel like 
airing our calls with those friends you never liked
you know it’s bad when they’re involved
but its worse when we communicate
i’ll admit my wrongs but you can’t do the same 

save that, i don’t wanna talk boy know you ain’t a saint 
don’t tell me bout your faith in god
you going to hell
can’t forgive i ain’t forgot
don’t lie to my face bitch what you think i’m dumb

not a fan of
whoever you are
i’d put holes through your friends
then put a bullet through your heart
Can’t calm me down
someone get some xans over here
downtown
smile like a bitch got veneers

(boy i know) you must be up to something (good!)
can you indulge my vice
(but) you hate my prescence like some fetish
damn that
must be nice

blame every girl you don’t like
throw em to the dogs go without a thought twice
keep washing your hands till your skin bone white
can’t call you my friend 
matter fact i see you it’s on sight

(i don’t fuck with hypocrites
hate the sinner love the sin
if that saint come marchin in
make sure they don’t breath again
tired motherfucker old songs keeping you relevant
you ain’t check in with me boy boy you get what you get)

i ain’t heartless
when them checks bounce it get rough, huh?
a&r calls ain’t coming know you fucked up
makes you really wonder what you praying for 
fuck it baby 
call me when you think you had enough, uh 

(or just)

save that, i don’t wanna talk boy know you ain’t a saint 
don’t tell me bout your faith in god
you going to hell
can’t forgive i ain’t forgot
don’t lie to my face bitch what you think i’m dumb

not a fan of
whoever you are
i’d put holes through your friends
then put bullet through your heart
Can’t calm me down
someone get some xans over here
downtown
smile like a biiiitch got veneers

Marithe Francois Girbaud

vaeo