Top 2020 Tracks

𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Covid

Wayve

eyes shinin bright cuz i miss your smile
eyes cry at night yeah its been while
baby comin over imma give her a show
think im up next imma die real slow

bitch im countin cash in the mazi w four
bitches in the back they be smokin all my dope
i dont want (the) bodies but gimme all the smoke
honey lookin special hopin ill take her home

hop up on the stage that ive never seen before
who the fuck is he? i was hatin but want more.
if i take you home imma make your pussy sore
bitch im countin racks while im walkin out your door

i was nice to you but now i feel worthless
you were by my side and im just hurtin
i tried to talk to but im just wordless
tryna live my life and find myself a purpose

whenever youre around im feelin kinda nervous
way the club lights shine makes you look gorgeous
and my necklace shine got her feelin all breathless
you were on my mind i guess im just heartless

im an artist had a rack until i spent it
said you love me but you never meant it
im a sadist, blood drippin and it doesnt quit
ass fat, its got her shakin all on my dick

Imma Die Inna Mazi

ft. @steadysuffer & @violeteyezmusic

prod. @mothfries

lyrics:

1080p dreams:

I still feel your blade from getting stabbed in the back
every day sets the stage for a panic attack
I wake up in the morning, don't know how to react
so my mind slowly builds to a panic attack
it just hit me one time
collapsing to the floor and it isn't even lunch time
I woke up this morning, didn't know how to react
my whole life's like a never-ending panic attack
like a never-ending panic attack
like a never-ending panic attack
no more serenity, I'll never end up getting it back

banging my head against the wall
I just don't wanna feel anything at all
I'm getting ready for the fall 
spiking my own drinks with the methyl alcohol
always burdened by my actions
can't stop dwelling on all my past awkward social interactions
convince myself they never happened
memories I try to just pretend that I imagined
this throbbing vein in my temple is making me tremble
it's painful and stressful
I'm up late trying to wrestle with voices
my shoulders have an angel and devil
he's so good at persuasion
but my angel's trying to save me from this hyperventilation 
she gave me a paper bag for respiration
he handed me a plastic one that I could suffocate in

steadysuffer:

ya you told me i was nothing like they said
you told me I was better off dead
now i gotta pull up to the function all red
pull the trigger now i'm dead
(ya ah)

she don't wanna talk no more
pedal to the metal & the suicide doors
got a coper on my ass so i kick it in sport
no breaks just gas cause life is short

i'm sippin lean all day
and my sprite bottle lookin like a goddamn grape
get the fuck up out my way 
don't tell me we're the same
i'm in another state with my shawty on facetime

ya I ain't been on a date in a long time
if I fuck up i'll accuse her
you must think i'm a loser 
if i can't keep a conversation 
i'm sorry

violeteyez:

Where are you? And I'm so sorry
I was too depressed to go to your grad party
And now I watch your new boyfriend 
pick you up on the back of his brand new Harley
Well, Barbie girl, do you miss me?
He's got a chopper and I got a 6 speed
So what is it this week? Who are you kissing?
Am I insane, or could this time be different?

And I know you'll cover it up like you do
You left your morals with your clothes: in my bedroom
And I promise that I didn't take all this-
lightly, though you tried to slip it by me
I just need some time, so sit tight, please
emotions give me anxiety

1080p dreams:

I still feel your blade from getting stabbed in the back
every day sets the stage for a panic attack
I wake up in the morning, don't know how to react
so my mind slowly builds to a panic attack
it just hit me two times
I'm in the ER and it's only half past noontime
I woke up this morning, didn't know how to react
my whole life's like a never-ending panic attack
like a never-ending panic attack
like a never-ending panic attack
no more serenity, I'll never end up getting it back

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panic attack ft. steadysuffer & violeteyez (prod. mothfries)

@ianndior - who cares (prod. @nickmira_)

Produced by: Taz Taylor & sidepce

Bonus track to "nothings ever good enough"

@ianndior - crash my whip

Mood Swings

Sum 2 Prove

King Of My City

Wayve - truth is, you losing

iann dior - Sick and Tired Feat Machine Gun Kelly & Travis Barker

Guidance (Prod. Nathaniel Quinn)

I'm Gone

Runaway Kid

Produced by Omer Fedi, Andrew Luce, & Reaper

Sickness

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In My City

Wayve - Every Angle (Prod. Nathaniel Quinn)

You & Me (Prod. Nathaniel Quinn)

prod. @blade_901

lyrics:
this pain won't go away with the seasons changing
the snow's melted and gone but I feel the same
I look around, you're not there
just a scenic painting
a backdrop where it's pouring freezing rain
by the creek where we sat and watched the sunset
skipping rocks on the water 
yours beat mine
I try to cling to hope
but I don't have much left
everything just fades in time
looking at these pictures of us on my old phone
we're split apart by the crack in the screen
now I'm crying at the park
I should go home
so that this sorrow stays unseen
memories of us inside a time capsule
should have stayed in the ground
but I dug them up
the locket from your necklace
the lid from my snapple
some old movie ticket stubs
and the saddest part is that we never got to see the sequel
and honestly I wish that this feeling was fatal
a sadness so strong that both my lungs collapsed
stopped my heart from beating
all organs unable to function
no more sand in the hourglass
now I'm lying here gasping for my last breath
I know that you probably don't care
I've used up all the oxygen that I had left
and now I'm finally out of air

got a little sad there eh bud (prod. blade901)

prod/mix - fats'e

THX 4  20k FOLLOWERS ON HERE <3

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good at being lonely pt II

prod. @theklsx

lyrics:
I always wear a hat 
to hide my unkempt hair
I rarely get it cut
hate sitting in that chair
I haven't shaved in weeks
I don't care what I wear
I'm out of shape and weak
can barely walk up stairs
I've given up on life
I guess it's plain to see
I couldn't put up a fight
and there's no saving me
such a nervous wreck
drowning in the abyss
stubble on my neck
walking around with this
ethan klein aesthetic
probably prediabetic
I know I'm pathetic 
blame it on my genetics
my music fucking sucks
I don't care anymore
about trying to sound good
it's all been done before
creativity is dead
put the microphone down
be productive instead
of singing like a clown
I just did this to try
and garner some respect
boost my self-esteem
had the opposite effect
this shit is fucking wack
what do I do it for
each time I drop a track
I hate myself even more
now I don't even try
one word suicide note that says bye
I don't even try
one word suicide note
bye

ethan klein (prod. K L Sx)

Show no emotion, youll think im playing the poker ♠️