ya 1963
and I aint one to take it personal 
i dont wanna know you, you a gemini
no you a virgo, you fuckin weirdo
i was sittin, i was trippin
i was seein, how far i could go
all of u bitches actin superficial 
but i aint heard of yall, no i aint heard of yall
my older brother servin time in the box 
i remember that one time he got shot 
im movin cargo with the train, he got got
and i jus wish that it could all fuckin stop

and I aint one to take it personal 
i dont want my next bitch to be a virgo
yin yang in dis bitch i pray to sigil
i dont make no fuss, but u crip doe
young money, new opps, shoot the missile
i dont want affiliation ya kudos

it always seems like im with the wrong people
german roots, over my head i see an eagle
all the things i do they barely pass as legal
i just hope to god they see me as an angel
im so grateful, but everytime i try to wash away my sins
yea i always get reminded by this shit
so i, put a knife into his neck, its like a staple
but all i wanna do is get back to the maple
yea yea
i aint one to take it personal

Fallen Virgo

https://open.spotify.com/track/7xxOPeknGzzVeWAPKbITbt?si=d4001bd0138e4d8c

https://soundcloud.com/ilyt4z
https://soundcloud.com/ilyt4z
https://soundcloud.com/ilyt4z

Prod by me

T4Z - Both Ways (Alfie Snapped)

unwritten letter

WHY DOES EVERYTHING HURT? SOOOOOO BAAAAAAD 

glaive - two clouds split apart the sun

prod. @whos-that-clown

lyrics:

got my name in they mouth
give em lockjaw
gotta get em gone cut em out
on the choppin block
thinking bout the guap
i ain't even rockin carhartt
but i got that work on me
for the long haul

yeah i got some dirt in my lungs
why i cough hard
smoked ur whole stash
then i smash the fuckin jar apart
touching hella cash 
yeah its racks for the wockhardt pint yeah
every time i spaz i don't talk that nice
and i went to hell and back as i walk on ice
just to kill another track i can not flop twice
and i went to hell and back as i walk on ice
just to kill another track i can not flop twice

got a ticket for my swag 
like i lost my rights to flex
off the white i aint tired yet
no i cant do right im a liar at best

bag habits (prod. the sound clown)

lyrics 

hook:
I don't know why I feel this dread 
Could you tell me why it makes no sense  feel heavy like I'm made of lead 
Man im so desynced can't tread 
pockets so full pants sag on pavement 
Go ahead laugh glad I'm entertaining 
Therapist steady been picking my brain 
But my ears stay blocked can't hear a damn thing 
Verse:
And i Wake up to breathe in 
Heart skips a beat I can't win
Grit my teeth to bleed out my lips 
Pull my hair and pick at my skin
Sometimes I hate the body I'm in 
The cards I'm dealt, the dealer ain't shit 
I Burnt my cross and bandaged my ribs 
Wipe my tears and build up my bridge
why i been waiting all this time idk why?

Desync (rubbish)

they thought..



i fukin hate dis shit
yuh
i think i cannot take it 
no more

i get blamed for everything that happens 
i wake up not knowing what even happened??
im slowly rotting away 
all this fkin ketamine not making me.. feelin ok

idek what to do
i aint got a single clue

i i done fucked it up again
i i i i i done fuked it up again x2

u got me feelin like a homewreck
didnt even notice
im feelin like im coated 
i didnt even notice

im slowly rotting away 
all this fkin ketamine not making me.. feelin ok

808 ON FUCKING BLAST

i feel so fkin mindless
took u long enough to fkin find dis
i think im fadin.. into misery
bullet in his head.. makin history

i fukin hate dis shit
yuh
i think i cannot take it 
no more

i get blamed for everything that happens 
i wake up not knowing what even happened??
im slowly rotting away 
all this fkin ketamine not making me.. feelin ok

idek what to do
i aint got a single clue

glaive - two clouds split apart the sun

sykobih