LAUNDERBO$$ Fixed

moe dough - ilean [REMOVED DUPLICATE]

y’all ever hit a gas mask? gotta make up a reason for why u crying hahah . But them flashbacks still hittin omg

despair my only constant, i love her (prod. Rizi)

kanəbəs II - warlxrdd x toro

Earnin Stripes Prod. @EddyHonn

music video;
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7NSpyJR25Z0
"
lyrics;
"
iym in de cancerous middtle & structuriyze
fukk on meh tonite
iy is a robot whos built to lyy
luv on my cross ion leav myh eyes
skript upon reallife
i fukk her eyes autt, iy isnt fysikal
"
(i tink im lavish lyke my shordy
heil upon all of my crosses
lacedgod, emotionalmaine
laced)
"
i put har insidte a metaphor
close upon 44 doors
myh tyme isnt shown
exception onn structurization
a godt shall know all expectations
fiendt lyke my hoe how iy lace itt
facedtgodt how i take it
fake upon all of perspektive
holdt lyke a weapon & choke lyke a necklace
"
iym in de cancerous middtle & structuriyze
fukk on meh tonite
iy is a robot whos built to lyy
luv on my cross ion leav myh eyes
skript upon reallife
iy fukk her eyes autt, iy isnt fysikal
"
luv will fade for it isnt reaal
fukk myh hart autt my chestdt 
iy will still nott feeal
luv will fade for it isnt reaal
fukk myh hart autt my chestdt 
iy will still nott feeal
iy holdt upon all of my crucifyx
iy holdt upon all of my crucifyx
"

shordy tote upon (prod. @lavishxbby)

(Prod. Wasted Youth)

Now you want my help
But I was burning up in hell
And you never did jack
I had to make it by myself
Nowadays you love me
well I don't love shit
I'm a fucking junkie
opium within my ribs
I got xans
i got tar
Still have nothing in my heart
I was doomed from the start 
and you know you played your part
I got death inside my soda
that's the reaper on my shoulder 
17 and I was nothing 
lemme rerun what I told ya
I said that id be dead 
it was gallons that I bled
in the gallows where I wept
with that rope around my neck
took a fall and then it snapped
i was praying that it's wraps
met death and came back
with a needle in my lap

Homeless
for months
relapsed
so what
so done 
fucked up
I have no one
so I'm pouring 4 cups
while I snort more dust
never ask for shit
come to me and get no love
Still I have no money
spent it on more muddy
living life so bloody
wonder why I'm so scummy 
Wanna know something funny
Even god don't fucking love me
Snort one more and I'm fucking ducking
Tell the doc don't fucking touch me 
So let's all just raise a glass
To the life I never had
I overdosed and fucking laughed
Snort some more then I fucking crashed
i been up been for weeks
sore teeth and nose bleeds
since my life is like a dream 
i don't have to fucking sleep
Running off amphetamines 
i don't plan on getting clean
the only plan I ever had was to make you mourn me
I also like opiates
it's the only way I'm coping bitch
melt it down, load that rig,
then I get to poking shit

then I get to ducking out
ion give a fuck about
getting better fucking never 
I don't wanna make it out
I don't really want your help
Couldn't even save yourself 
i rot inside an open cell 
I'm crying as I burn in hell
lemme say one more thing 
check my face I'm not okay
sunken eyes I lost more weight
just let me fucking pass away 
mother called 
watched her cry
now she has to wonder why
she has to sit back dodge a relapse and watch her fucking baby die
razorblades and deadly stings
you're the one that dug my grave
you're the one that dug my vein
In that hotel by the lake
Lay me down
back away
grab that cross and fucking pray
toss that dirt all on my face 
and watch me as I pass away

From A Broken Promise To A Blown Out Vein

Blood in the Alleyway is a dark, high-pressure trap album from Hollowpoint Saint, built on 808s, speed, violence, paranoia, and spiritual warfare.

No story.
No nostalgia.
Just raw power, sharp bars, and midnight danger.

This album blends:
• heavy 808s
• rapid-fire flows
• cinematic darkness
• gritty street theology
• violent imagery + poetic scripture

Hollowpoint Saint delivers psalms made of concrete, sermons built from smoke, and confessions written in bass.

If you want an album that sounds like running from your past, fighting your demons, and carving your name into steel —
Blood in the Alleyway is the soundtrack.

Turn it up.
Let the bass preach.
Let the ricochets speak.