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(Yeah, oo-oh, yeah)
I’ll find you in the afterlife, I mean 'till death do us part (yuh)
Knife in my back I won’t go far, she said go on and follow your heart (yuh)
Or hold me close until we fall apart (oh)

Until we fall apart, talking to gods, yeah I’m in Asgard (yeah)
Writing love letters letter, I’m still scarred (yeah)
Riding with safety, I’m still on guard (yeah)
Out in the deep end swimming with sharks (yeah)
Must start over uh, (yuh, yuh), this a new arc (yuh)
Shit is getting dark, fantasy, so dark (yeah)
Melodies of wock, pour the lean inside (yeah)
Fucked up tonight, (thoughts of suicide)
(Suicidal mind, I died inside)
(Need her by my side, still you ask me why)
(You my ride or die, my dying wish, my light)
(Saved me from the other side)

I’ll find you in the afterlife, I mean 'till death do us part (yuh)
Knife in my back I won’t go far, she said go on and follow your heart (yuh)
Or hold me close until we fall apart (oh)

castlesinthesky (prod. squirlbeats)

(Aa-ah, yuh)
Where did the time go, through the window pane, yeah (yuh)
Shorty I’m insane love, hold me down, I can’t be tamed (yuh)
You are the reason I still feel pain (yuh)

Memories and memories, let them go to waste (yuh)
Don’t you remember you and me on that day (yeah)
Can still you hear screaming, moaning my name (yuh)
But I guess these memories must resurface (yuh) 
Hold the keys to Eden, you were a serpent (yeah)
What is real love, I gotta keep on searching (yeah)
Told me you love me, I must keep running (yeah)
Sick and tired of these hoes, my soul is still burning (yeah)
Toxic lil shawty, she so concerning (yuh)
All this heart break got me tossing and turning (yuh)
Guess that’s just life, I must keep on learning (yeah)

Where did the time go, through the window pane, yeah (yuh)
Shorty I’m insane love, hold me down, I can’t be tamed (yuh)
You are the reason I still feel pain (yuh)

heavenorhell (intro) [prod. squirlbeats]

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Running, lurking, pussy boy you not so tough now (yeah)
Heard you been barking, been talking shit, what’s up now (yuh)
I’m in yo’ face, in yo’ hood, what’s up boy (yuh)
Big rounds and big clips, we don’t play with toys
Why your bunny bouncin’ my way and she making noise (yuh)
Looking at me and she asked, why my heart so void (yuh)
Why my heart so cold (yuh), shit I don’t know
(Shit I’m still trying to figure out how to let go) 
So come with me into the underworld, I don’t know how to fucking love
Babygirl you’re so cold, you still got me on hold
I just want you to move on, get away I’m in the zone
(Still wanna know how to cope)
(How to cope, how to run, how to save my soul)
(Is it you, is it me, I’m still trying to figure it all out)
(Save me)

howtostartawar? (prod. 1177)

Oh my god, I’m so defeated, that bitch don’t need me
She told me some things that cut so deep
Hurting my feelings (yuh, yuh)
Had to boss up, level up, became so conceited
Got my name on the New York Times, all them boys gon’ see it
Can you really just read it, tell me what you want (huh-ah)

Bitch I’m dying, relapse, I’m so closer
Xanny bars got me so fucked up, falling over
New day, new blackout, gotta do it for the culture
Love me a MILF bitch, I love them hoes older
Heard her husband callin’, that lil boy a poser
Among us, I think there’s an impostor (yuh, yuh)
Broken dreams, they shattered 
Oh my god, where her father 
Bed bouncin’, she get louder
She a true pillow bitter, set my heart on fire
Come closer, let’s go higher
Bad bitch, she a liar, she my wish, my desire
Brand new bitch, new designer
Off the shits, still flyer

Oh my god, I’m so defeated, that bitch don’t need me
She told me some things that cut so deep
Hurting my feelings (yuh, yuh)
Had to boss up, level up, became so conceited
Got my name on the New York Times, all them boys gon’ see it
Can you really just read it, tell me what you want (huh-ah)

NYTimes (prod. kinsage)

(Long live to a legend the king moved on)
(Hold the gates open when I go)
(What’s the extension for heaven, oh-woah)
(Talked to Jahseh, told him I’m coming—)

Make way bitch I’m coming to make my throne, okay, I’m gone
Took two toned pills, bitch I’m slumped
Oh my god that bitch a slut, running shit like young king tut
Let it go bitch you fucked up, part of me just won’t let up
Oh my god I’m so fed up—

Shooting shit up won’t get caught, Tay-K did the race, so what
Them boys know that they fucked up, up this pole like bitch what’s up
Oh he running don’t stop the dumping
Grrah, grrah, like bitch it’s nothing
Start the war and keep on stomping
This a warning, I’m a warden
I never miss like Michael Jordan, mosh pits let’s get em goin’
This a hit imma keep ‘em coming, these drugs are so numbing
Who am I becoming, a depressed fuck, I’m still cutting
A psychopath that keeps bugging, Jeffrey Dahmer, no, ha ha ha ha
Paparazzi, cameras flashing, turn that shit off
Talked to Elon he said it’s time to lift off
When I see X’s, I look up and above
Imma make you proud, make the name live on
Long live to a legend the king moved on
Hold the gates open when I go
What’s the extension for heaven (oh-woah)
Talked to Jahseh, told him I’m coming (woah)

Make way bitch I’m coming to make my throne, okay, I’m gone
Took two tone pills, bitch I’m slumped
Oh my god that bitch a slut, running shit like young king tut
Let it go bitch you fucked up, part of me just won’t let up
Oh my god I’m so fed up—

ohmygxd!/legendsneverdie (prod. kinsage)

(It hasn’t been too long since you left)
(It hasn’t been too long since you left)
(It hasn’t been too long since you left)
(Your scent still creeps up)
Walking ‘round in them high heels shoes 
Oh, why my bed sheets still smell like you 
Innocent and beautiful, no this can’t be true
Oh my god she a freak, do what you do
Body to body, come closer boo
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)

Think I made an error, I came here to spread terror
Hit that boy up Rock-a-Feller, top of the food chain ladder
Got that bitch on a header, not no pamphlet talking ‘bout real head, huh
Shit am I not clever, doing lines, I’m sadder
What if there’s nothing better, maybe I shouldn’t have let her (yuh) 
(Take my heart away, now I’m sitting here)
(Writing music like it’s love letters, like I still feel the hurt)
(—they still smell like you)

Walking ‘round in them high heels shoes 
Oh, why my bed sheets still smell like you 
Innocent and beautiful, no this can’t be true
Oh my god she a freak, do what you do
Body to body, come closer boo
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)

body2body (prod. suli)

(Oo-oh, oo-oh, lost my mind, oo-ooh)
Baby what comes around, must come in town (yeah)
Smoking on that loud, why these bitches talking out (yeah-ah)
Really feeling myself, I’m the big boss now (ah)
Shawty all over me and I told her go lay down (ah)

I’m in my head, in my mind, I met you uptown (yeah)
Truly I didn’t know that’s how you got down (ah)
Pretty pictures, pretty hotels, babygirl what’s up (yeah)
Lucid dreaming, skiing up, I can’t get right (yeah)
Devil is creepin’, haunting late night (yeah)
Truly I lost hope, I see the light (yeah)
(Still I wonder why), things couldn’t go my way not for once (oh-ah)
Who’s gonna come and save this broken heart (oh)
Picking up the pieces while I fall apart (ah)
And I’m still running, running so far (ah)
Keeping my heart open with no regard (yeah)

Baby what comes around, must come in town (yeah)
Smoking on that loud, why these bitches talking out (yeah-ah)
Really feeling myself, I’m the big boss now (ah)
Shawty all over me and I told her go lay down (ah)

hotelcalifornia (prod. pyrowave)

(Grrrah, pow, pow, let me tell y’all a lil story about how I crashed the fuck out)
FN spraying at his body like where the fuck is the case, huh
Came with them Russian boys, like Makarov gon’ spray (huh, huh)
Bitch I’m a demon, so get the fuck out my face, I ain’t come to play (yuh)
It can get sticky, it can get neeky, all them boys gon’ pay (yuh)
Still traumatized, saw my brother die
Are you gonna slide, are you gonna ride 
Feeling so alive, it’s a battlefield on this side (what)

You decide, you tell me, are we gonna show up (yuh)
Flags up, guns out, clutching this pole, I cannot let go (woah)
Real Kia boys, I done whipped off in a stolo
Feel like Tony Montana, white girls off the coco
Not no Chanel, I’m talking about real blow tho’ (yuh)
Took a bitch to Mars, now we taking photos
Bitch don’t post that shit, keep it on the low-low (yuh)
Wolf in the sheep’s skin like to ride solo (what)
Put that boy on a shirt right there out in SoHo (yuh)
Uh, huh, did that shit about a year ago (huh)
Had to catch me a body, high as fuck off the dope
Pulled up and you found me, are you ready tote (yuh)
All them bullets gon’ go (yeah), bullets starting to flow (yeah)
All ‘em boys gon’ go down six feet below (yuh)

FN spraying at his body like where the fuck is the case, huh
Came with them Russian boys, like Makarov gon’ spray (huh, huh)
Bitch I’m a demon, so get the fuck out my face, I ain’t come to play (yuh)
It can get sticky, it can get neeky, all them boys gon’ pay (yuh)
Still traumatized, saw my brother die
Are you gonna slide, are you gonna ride 
Feeling so alive, it’s a battlefield on this side (what)

tønymøntana (prod. kosfinger)

(Huh, baby, yeah-oh, yeah, woah-oh, yeah)

How to start a war, tip one (yeah, yeah)
Running around with my savages know it’s time to—(uh, yeah, yeah)
Pull a gun, stupid boy wanna test it out, like you not one (ha)
You not the most wanted (yeah, yeah)
You not the one that got the whole club boppin’
Crowd hoppin’, stupid bitches who’s the loudest in the club (yeah, yeah)
Who’s the baddest bitch in the cut—

Eating these percs ‘till it don’t hurt no more (yeah)
Eating the kitty out till that shit sayin’ purr (yuh)
Oh my god shawty so hurt, hurt, hurt (yuh)
Shawty made me nervous, oh lord (yuh)
I can’t control myself, no my love (yuh)
You held me down, so down, upside down (huh)
Put me up on a cross next to Jesus (woah)
I cannot let go, I cannot see the love
(Love, love, love, love, yeah, yeah)

How to start a war, tip one (yeah, yeah)
Running around with my savages know it’s time to—(uh, yeah, yeah)
Pull a gun, stupid boy wanna test it out, like you not one (ha)
You not the most wanted (yeah, yeah)
You not the one that got the whole club boppin’
Crowd hoppin’, stupid bitches who’s the loudest in the club (yeah, yeah)
Who’s the baddest bitch in the cut—

NYTimes (prod. kinsage)

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