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SLIME (rough inst)

Ballteam Records.
All streaming media: hyperurl.co/m6dt7a
Album artwork by @ultrashook
Mix/Mastered by Aime Brunn
Vocals: Click-Clack
Co-Produced: Swish Fifty & White Jamal (Ballteam)
Full Album: https://soundcloud.com/click-clack/sets/blue-eyed-black-boy

Lyrics:

Gun behind my ear that’s where I sleep
Where I’ve been dreamin’ lately, it’s not that deep 
It’s not deep cause I can’t let it go
Take some piggies with me if I let it go 
These niggas on some pity shit I let it go
Gun behind my ear I’d rather let it blow 
First you want me, then you want you, and I don’t want me either
I’ll just let you be, I think I need this breather 
Do I need to breathe? 
Do I need to see you just to tell you what I mean?
Ain’t no question if I love you, I question if you love me
Love you too much to put you through me
I think you signed up before you knew me
I know you sign up before you knew
I think you going through it but I’m going through
Need to live for me cause I can’t live for you 
Need to live for me cause I can’t live for two

This is my last song, this is my last one
This is my last song, feel like the first 
This is my last song, this is my last one
This is my last song, feel like the first 

Feel exactly like myself on the worst day
Maybe it’s the first day? Maybe it’s the first 
Feel exactly like myself on the worst day
Maybe it’s the first day? Maybe it’s the first 

Back by my lonely, with you it’s lonely, maybe I’m lonely, I don’t want company
I got my misery, somehow I’m lovin’ me
Put on the safety, I guess that’s lovin’ me
It’s winter, barrel is cold again
Goosebumps on the softest skin
Can’t decide who will find me
Guess that means that I’m lost again
Maybe they been waitin’ for me 
Someone to tell it just like it is 
Made me feel like I’m too honest
Right now I’m feeling like that’s my gift
I mean, I mean, I don’t know what I mean,
I don’t know what I mean to me...
So maybe I just don’t know what I mean

This is my last song, this is my last one
This is my last song, feel like the first 
This is my last song, this is my last one
This is my last song, feel like the first

Feel exactly like myself on the worst day
Maybe it’s the first day? Maybe it’s the firs
Feel exactly like myself on the worst day
Maybe it’s the first day? Maybe it’s the first

Woooaaahhh,
This is my last one, this is my last song
Feel like the first 
This is my last song, this is my last one
Woooaaahh, feel like the first

Feel exactly like myself on the worst day
Maybe it’s the first day? Maybe it’s the first
Feel exactly like myself on the worst day
Maybe it’s the first day? Maybe it’s the first

Last Song [Prod. Ballteam]

Ballteam Records.
All streaming media: hyperurl.co/m6dt7a
Album artwork by @ultrashook
Mix/Mastered by Aime Brunn
Vocals: Click-Clack
Co-Produced: Swish Fifty & White Jamal (Ballteam)
Full Album: https://soundcloud.com/click-clack/sets/blue-eyed-black-boy

Lyrics:

Finally found some people who believe in me
Can't share no energy less they believe in you
Can't let nobody tell me what the team could do
We could put these niggas on the evening news
But they ain't worth the time we'd rather see it through
Finally found some people who believe in me
Can't share no energy less they believe in you
Can't let nobody tell me what the team could do

All these fuck niggas, fuck niggas, fuck niggas, fuck niggas, fuck niggas, fuck niggas fuck niggas run they mouth
And I ain't worried bout no fuck niggas, just here for the love baby
It ain't promised how long till we out
It ain't promised how long till we gone
It ain't promised how long till we on
It ain't promised how long till we skrrrt
It ain't promised how long we just work

Finally found my stroke I found my stroke (oh yeah)
She tell me when to go I had to go (oh yeah)
Nice that she know what she want and now I know (oh yeah)
Uhh (oh yeah) Uhh (oh yeah)

Finally found some people who believe in me
Can't share no energy less they believe in you
Can't let nobody tell me what the team could do
We could put these niggas on the evening news
But they ain't worth the time we'd rather see it through
Finally found some people who believe in me
Can't share no energy less they believe in you
Can't let nobody tell me what the team could do

I quit gettin' on and now I feel again
I must have forgot just how it feel to win
The feelin' make it worth it when you take a loss
That shit can't hold me down I had to shake it off
Damn I lost my brother let me live for him
I still got my brothers let me live for them
One day they gon' see it this shit bigger than us
Forget about ya numbers they ain't bigger than us
I'm gon' make that money I won't let it make me
I'm gon' make that money I won't let it break me
I'm gon' make that paper I won't let it make me
I'm gon' make that paper I won't let it break me

Finally found some people who believe in me
Can't share no energy less they believe in you
Can't let nobody tell me what the team could do
We could put these niggas on the evening news
But they ain't worth the time we'd rather see it through
Finally found some people who believe in me
Can't share no energy less they believe in you
Can't let nobody tell me what the team could do

Bristopher Bringle [Prod. Ballteam]

Ballteam Records.
All streaming media: hyperurl.co/m6dt7a
Album artwork by @ultrashook
Mix/Mastered by Aime Brunn
Vocals: Click-Clack & Swish Fifty (@fiftyfiftyfifty)
Co-Produced: Swish Fifty & White Jamal (Ballteam)
Full Album: https://soundcloud.com/click-clack/sets/blue-eyed-black-boy

Lyrics:

(Swish Fifty)
Box braids with that taper
Big ass loft like I was Fraiser
Purple label w/ no major
Brand new scraper
Tags on paper
Nutter butter on my pager
Honey glaze I love her flavor
Let's talk taste
Just peep the palate 
Do your salad come w/ capers
Parmesan clean off the grater
Fifty give it to a taker
Go-go glizzy with that laser
Wave it round; this ain't no taser
Keep it Shack
Kick game with Clack 
Go back to back 
Like we was Lakers
Stack that wafer 
Pastel layers
Pass like Rafer 
Skip To My Lou

(Click-Clack)
Oceanic views I want my paper 
Work all night that's morning paper (news)
Talk like Reggie on the pacers 
Barrel aged don't do no Makers 
Harmony Suntory flavors 
Side eyes from my neighbors
Shady lady what's the wager? 
Bet bet you gone try to save her 
Boy I told you not chase her 
Nigga trippin' with no tracers
Surely shorty shop at savers
Still don't cuff not even my jeans
Shit my fit fitted saw my tailor 
Get go was a gamer 
Now the kid can keep control
Became a boss I still do labor 
Now I'm ballin with no waivers


I might talk too much,
I don’t give no fucks,
They don’t show no love,
I don’t show no love
I might talk too much,
I don’t give no fucks,
They don’t show no love,
I don’t show no love
I might talk too much,
I don’t give no fucks,
They don’t show no love,
I don’t show no love
I might talk too much,
I don’t give no fucks,
They don’t show no love,
I don’t show no love

Wager (Ft. Swish Fifty) [Prod. Ballteam]

Ballteam Records.
All streaming media: hyperurl.co/m6dt7a
Album artwork by @ultrashook
Mix/Mastered by Aime Brunn
Vocals: Click-Clack
Co-Produced: Swish Fifty & White Jamal (Ballteam)
Full Album: https://soundcloud.com/click-clack/sets/blue-eyed-black-boy

Lyrics:

All this time alone, money clip my friend
Now my gun my friend, now yo chick my friend
Why you askin' me? I'm the wrong person
What you askin' her? That's the wrong question
Love don't come that easy, had to learn your lesson
I ain't worried bout cha, I ain't even stressin'
Why you think you on? Why you think you pressin'?
That's the wrong question, that's the wrong person
Why you think you versin'? We the same team
We the same nigga, want the same dream

Yeah nigga that my brother, why you talkin' down?
Yeah nigga that my brother, you better watch yo mouth
Why you talkin' to him? I'm the wrong person
He the wrong person, you don't even matter
Yeah nigga that my brother, why you talkin' down?
Yeah nigga that my brother, you better watch yo mouth
Why you talkin' to him? I'm the wrong person
He the wrong person, you don't even matter

Watchin the windmill,
I dipped a bean in the Red Bull, they tryna keep
My mouth is on freezer, yo freezer broken
You cannot keep us
My brother my keeper, I am my brother my brother my keeper
You cannot keep us
You know I'm climbin' the hill and it's steeper
Hill of that money, I got the gold and you think that it's funny
Welcome to my shit, welcome to my town
Welcome to my side, welcome to light brown
Welcome to light skin, look at my eyes now
My eyes they glowin' in the dark
Come round this side swim with sharks
You can not swim in these waters
How you supposed to win with these odds?

Yeah nigga that my brother, why you talkin' down?
Yeah nigga that my brother, you better watch yo mouth
Why you talkin' to him? I'm the wrong person
He the wrong person, you don't even matter
Yeah nigga that my brother, why you talkin' down?
Yeah nigga that my brother, you better watch yo mouth
Why you talkin' to him? I'm the wrong person
He the wrong person, you don't even matter

Push To Start [Prod. Ballteam]

Ballteam Records.
All streaming media: hyperurl.co/m6dt7a
Album artwork by @ultrashook
Mix/Mastered by Aime Brunn
Vocals: Click-Clack
Co-Produced: Swish Fifty & White Jamal (Ballteam)
Full Album: https://soundcloud.com/click-clack/sets/blue-eyed-black-boy

Lyrics:

I'm in my collar tee 
Pretty peppy bitch with my gold teeth 
I can't see you you cant block my blessing you can't hold me 
I might slap a little cracker boy till he Dolezal, dozeoff
Yes I've met your wife she took my clothes off 
So soft, just popped a lil blue one don't mean Zoloft 
Ooh lawd, yeah I'm from the south we don't call no laws 
Short straw, micro penis gang I drew the short straw
Rorshack I can't read the meaning bleed my own black 
Hold that, Japanese my whiskey fuck a cognac
So active, scissors in my pocket cause it's no lacking 
Old man had to cut my jeans cuz the latest fashion 
I'm so up to date that my watch distract me 

I can't tell the time I cannot tell the tiiime 
I can't tell the time I cannot tell the tiiime 
I can't tell the time I cannot tell the tiiime 
Said you don't see color then you fuckin' blind 
I can't tell the time but I can see the signs 
I can't tell the time but I can see the signs  
I can't tell the time but I can see the signs 
Said you don't see color then you fuckin' blind 
I can't tell the time I cannot tell the tiiime 
I can't tell the time I cannot tell the tiiime 
I can't tell the time I cannot tell the tiiime 
Said you don't see color then you fuckin' blind 

I can't tell the time I cannot tell the time 
Seem like they rather hate you then to see you shine 
They care bout all this dog food cause the kids are white 
Lil' shawty if you strung out then you ain't my type 
I ain't here to judge you just don't wanna drown
Don't have no problem sleepin so don't need no brown 
Everything I spit is crack I feel like Nino Brown 
New jackin' city you rob yo plug upon that have to frown 
I can't condone that funny business shit just ask around 
All my real niggas trust me cause I hold it down 
We don't die we multiply they try to hold us down 
What's the year? they fight to keep majority welcome to my town 

I can't tell the time I cannot tell the tiiime 
I can't tell the time I cannot tell the tiiime 
I can't tell the time I cannot tell the tiiime 
Said you don't see color then you fuckin' blind 
I can't tell the time but I can see the signs 
I can't tell the time but I can see the signs  
I can't tell the time but I can see the signs 
Said you don't see color then you fuckin' blind 
I can't tell the time I cannot tell the tiiime 
I can't tell the time I cannot tell the tiiime 
I can't tell the time I cannot tell the tiiime 
Said you don't see color then you fuckin' blind

Frosty [Prod. Ballteam]

Ballteam Records.
All streaming media: hyperurl.co/m6dt7a
Album artwork by @ultrashook
Mix/Mastered by Aime Brunn
Vocals: Click-Clack
Co-Produced: Swish Fifty & White Jamal (Ballteam)
Full Album: https://soundcloud.com/click-clack/sets/blue-eyed-black-boy

Lyrics:

Girl you stupid thicc, yeah I like that
Girl you dumb thicc, yeah I like that
Girl you slim thicc, yeah I like that
Girl you mega thicc, yeah I like that
Girl you hella thicc, yeah I like that
Girl you skinny thicc, yeah I like that
God damn you thicc, you know I like that
You know know I like that, you know I like that

If she thicc then she fit, you already know,
If she skinny then she pretty, oooooh
You said she too much, you probably not enough
Lil' nigga lil nigga lil nigga, one day you fallin' in love
Why'd you snub her? Had to fall out just to find out that you really love her
Can I get her number nigga? Just asked for her number
She smart and dumb thicc so I think you might be dumber
And she won't wait all summer for you
She gon' level up on a fuck nigga like you
You ain't even bring no glove what you tryna prove?
Said his pull out game strong but that shits weak
He might give yo ass some kids and he can't even eat

Girl you stupid thicc, yeah I like that
Girl you dumb thicc, yeah I like that
Girl you slim thicc, yeah I like that
Girl you mega thicc, yeah I like that
Girl you hella thicc, yeah I like that
Girl you skinny thicc, yeah I like that
God damn you thicc, you know I like that
You know I like that, you know I like that

Yeah she like that, you know I like that
That's my queen my lil' mama bring it right back
That's my queen my lil' mama need that night cap
Yeah I'm whippin' in the kitchen where I'm nice at
And he can't even cook, and that nigga is ugly he ain't got no looks
You could upgrade
He ugly and he ain't even paid,
Said why you tryna fuck a nigga that ain't in yo grade?
That ain't in yo class
That nigga tryna smash he ain't even wear no glove
That's why he gon' come in last tryna give you them kids
Can't afford no kids, he just tryin' to live
Said I'm just tryna live I ain't going that road
Tryna live I ain't going that route
Nigga off the top I'm gon' let it out
I might have that, Red Bull in a drought
It gives you wingggs

Thicc [Prod. Ballteam]

Ballteam Records.
All streaming media: hyperurl.co/m6dt7a
Album artwork by @ultrashook
Mix/Mastered by Aime Brunn
Vocals: Click-Clack
Produced: Drae Da Skimask
Full Album: https://soundcloud.com/click-clack/sets/blue-eyed-black-boy

Lyrics:

Back then we was fucking up like airy day
Didn't have my drugs I get so irritate 
But I wouldn't have that shit no other way 
And I when glow up they'll put it in my face
I don't need yo food I got my own plate 
I used to pitch it like I was OJ 
You put hands on a woman bitch you so lame 
Yo girl ain't no accessory like propane 
If you don't love it then just leave it lone 
We workin' what have you been on 
By myself at home but not alone 
Writing talking to phone 
World looking at me back 
Pass go collect the racks 
Feeling like I'm running lap 
You working baby where yo track 
Said where yo track is 
Got like 40 songs that didn't make the track list 
Said you moving but your only tricks a backflip 
Still in the same place though I only need one I ain't really with Mack shit 

...Said where yo track is 
Got like 40 songs that didn't make the track list 
Said you moving but your only tricks a backflip 
Still in the same place though I only need one I ain't really with Mack shit 

(Jackson’s Verse)
They be like who the fuck is that who the fuck is that
I don’t recognize him from a glance but I'm liking what he gettin' at
I’m cold like thermostat like dirty alley cat
With nothin' but some prize winnin' women pretty feet steppin' on my shower mats
You come around here flossin' then you better keep a distance
It ain't shit to take you for a lick and go about my bidness
Out here fuckin' with the team (pshh) holla you can get it
Have you runnin' like some chickens like get with it
I got my feet up but don't get it twisted cuz I never slack
I left a lot shit behind me I ain’t ever lookin' back 
I wake up early in the mornin' hit my grind then hit the sack
And you can’t hold a candle to me cuz the sauce is what you lack
You say shit a lot on wax but yee ain't really bout the trap
And if you wanna run it back lets hit the track you gettin' lapped
I got a thousand pounds of struggle with me keep it on my back
So every time I hit this shit its only right I fuckin snap
Damn right I'm fuckin' gone

Rest in paradise

Talmbout [Prod. Drae Da Skimask]

Ballteam Records.
All streaming media: hyperurl.co/m6dt7a
Album artwork by @ultrashook
Mix/Mastered by Aime Brunn
Vocals: Click-Clack
Co-Produced: Swish Fifty & White Jamal (Ballteam)
Full Album: https://soundcloud.com/click-clack/sets/blue-eyed-black-boy

Lyrics:

Yeah, gold on me like I'm Cee-Lo
She just hit my jack on the D-low 
You just copped a whip it got repo
Fentanyl yo sip that's that repour
I pay yo rent off like three shows 
I just popped two just like free throws 
Think she the one I don't need those 
Think my account need more zeros 
You are a god don't need heros 
Think my account need more euros
Think my account need more pesos 
Move with finesse if I say so 
Step out the house in my play clothes 
Put me on prime time no late shows
How are you flexing with fake golds
Look like you sound like them niggas I break molds 

Look like you sound like them niggas 
I need some zeros my figures 
Bank roll my figaro my nigaro 
Bank roll my figaro my figure rolls
Look like you sound like them niggas 
I need some zeros my figures
Bank roll my figaro my nigaro
Bank roll my figaro my figure rolls

My nigga in girbaud
Money rollin' in like gerbil 
You know she might gurgle 
She know all my verbal 
Feel like I'm jump man 
Trap jumpin' like hurdle 
But now I flip clothes 
Can't suspend me like Urkle 
I reminissssss
My weed it was purple 
My lean it was clear 
I did not measure I poured it to here 
I did not weigh it roll swisher like panky 
She gave me brain so her pussy I drank it
Just another day I feel like it's birthdaaayy
Yeah I'm on the way lil' momma yeah I'm on the wayyyyy
Just another day I feel like it's birthdaaayy
Yeah I'm on the way lil' momma yeah I'm on the wayyyyy

Birfday [Prod. Ballteam]

Ballteam Records.
All streaming media: hyperurl.co/m6dt7a
Album artwork by @ultrashook
Mix/Mastered by Aime Brunn
Vocals: Click-Clack
Co-Produced: Swish Fifty & White Jamal (Ballteam)
Full Album: https://soundcloud.com/click-clack/sets/blue-eyed-black-boy

Lyrics:

A.M., A.M, A.M, P.M
A.M., A.M, A.M, P.M
Some how it turn in to mornin
I got to grill an informant
A.M., A.M, A.M, P.M

I watch it switch to the P.M.
We on some shit the can't be on
I had a cloud in my Sprite
Fucked up a check in a night
Feel like I ended my life
Something wrong with my decisions
Feel like I don't have a choice
I had to bury my voice
I just be talkin' that noise
Need to quit runnin' my mouth
I need to stick to myself
I'm just a kid from the South
I'm just a man on the East
Hi, hey, baby I grew to a beast
No I don't care if shit barre
Go on and call the police
Look like you wavin' the white flag
Shit was you talkin' to me?
I was just talkin' it right back
You couldn't handle the work,
You couldn't handle the work,
You couldn't handle the work,
You couldn't handle the work,

A.M., A.M, A.M, P.M
A.M., A.M, A.M, P.M
Some how it turn in to mornin
I got to grill an informant
A.M., A.M, A.M, P.M

I made some dirty decisions
That shit'll blurry my vision
I shouldn't start up my engines
Look like I walk like an infant
Look like I walk like an infant
That might switch up in an instant
These lil' niggas is pinchin'
They had to pinch off the sack
These lil' nigga is wack
I couldn't trust em for nothin'
My niggas they keep it 100, 100
You niggas are fiendin' and schemin'
My head to the cement like they didn't know that my ear to the streets
They just assume that I'm soft let em sleep
Let em sleep, off the soft, let em scoop, with a key
In the coup, with a queen
I'ma put it, on the team
Whole thang, whole thang, said I want the, whole thang
It could get dangerous, stuck in the mud just like angel dust
It could get dangerous, I keep her wet just like angel dust

Skampi [Prod. Ballteam]

UHM YAH?!
#BALLTEAM
#SKRTSKRT
Music produced in collaboration of:
$Wi$H FiFTY ºº aka Duck Larusso ( @fiftyfiftyfifty )

& Click-Clack aka WHITE JAMAL ( @click-clack @mikulak )


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