blouson de cuir

God
made a deal with me
Oh my god
God made a deal with me

Oh my god

I like to wear my boots 
High, skinny
Like Winnie the Pooh I’m tough as a dog
I get high for a minute
Then it’s gone 
I got lost in it all

All, all, it all, it all, it all 

I like to wear my boots
High, skinny
Like the Winnie the Pooh I’m tough as a dog
I get high for a minute 
Then it’s gone 
I got lost in it all

All, all, all
Oh it all
It all
It all

winnie

I’ll take a bow
And then I’ll get out
I’ll make things nice
Oh, I am sugar spice

You who must be owned by a god 
You who must be owned by a dog

Detroit is gone
And I have no qualms
I can’t sleep straight
Oh I am liquor

Oh I am liquor x3
Why
Why

Detroit…
Detroit!!
Detroit…
Detroit…

taking the greyhound to detroit to die

Jake Gyllenhaal prod. nadiak

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the irony is crazy

Lyrics:

Darkie why you looking so sad?
go and take a walk or write a song up on your notepad!
for what you have you should be grateful 
why aren’t you more glad?
“yo keep on killing shit” 
“ill see you later”
“oh for sure man”

it’s been a fat ass minute aint been feeling right
a hypochondriac dissatisfied my room got no light
at times
fuck all of the people judging you got no right 
and neither do i 
the sight of new eyes
a side of you cries

man it’s been a minute i been feeling bad
but i been fighting 
I’m enlightened to the fact that i have limited time
i get to spitting these rhymes
and lay a shit in your mind 
they want my lips intertwined 
so they can leave me behind

but i will not submit i will survive
go make a difference while you are still alive 
to be the bigger man requires that you standing high
the bigger man the more time he fall before he die

there will always be a clown here to fake a smile, for you
running through the town laughing i despise you too
HAHA HAHA HAHA oh did i surprise you cool
“get up” “do i gotta” “why don’t you arise you fool?“

look at me i put a face on 
wow
look at me i put a show on
when i go on

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

laugh at the clown and his makeup
how does he feel when we wake up

i don’t know 
and i don’t care
I’m unaware of how he faring
glaring 
staring 
at him so intently 
at the fair inside the tent he

dance
for the people
dance like you mean it
motherfucker everybody be too pussy to move
but grip they dick in they room
how the fuck did we ever put a stick in our moon
it’s funny I’m a cartoon

but keep it realer than a bitch
or her nigga that wanna feature
lemme teach ya how i deal with these reachers that tryna leech us

keep the fuck to my self
and my spiders we throw a circus
for the good of my health
i make entertaining the purpose of it

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

sing along have a ball
when the clown slip and fall

HA HA HA HA HA

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

when the jester get mad
put a gun in his hand

BA BA BA BA BA BA

rest in peace to robin williams
here to act for god and villains
brightest person darkest feelings
interfere with satan's dealings

HAHA (PROD. WENDIGO)

midnight twenty <///3

.
.
.

i be in a dark room
lying on the floor
crying out your name
everybody wanna be me
but forget about all my pain
yes i wanna die
crying out for the sun
i stay up too late
yes i wanna die
crying out for the sun
i stay up too late

in an old car
drive it fast yeah
dont give a fuck about the past yeah
where my fuckin friends from last year
buncha new faces in the room here
yeah i quit the coke and the pills
get high for the thrill
yeah she look me in the eyes 
and the pussy give me chills yeah
yeah i be dreamin bout that mill yeah
yeah i hit yo city
i might chill there
i know people dont like me
dont give a fuck if they like me
i be in the cut 
u should heal me
not many people know the real me
.
.
-emo fruits aka yung i swear im dominican probably

midnight twenty (prod 4evr x scoff)

out on spotify - https://open.spotify.com/album/18lHA4qU33ftRm5lMFNXhB?si=iYWYMqbZTwuvJbZBci-qZw

prod: @voidexx

Lyrics:
all the awful things that you said to me like im never gonna be shit
but you love my attention 
and you'll love it more when im rich
you dont even know blowin up my phone
you dont even know blowin up my phone

yeah i did 200 in the whip 
link up with the gang 
man this shits too loud
yeah she love when its just me and her 
cus she love this shit 
yeah she love this sound

nothing been the same since you left like that
why you gotta fuck with my head like that?

Left Like That

Bitch steady on my conscience,
Hit that bitch raw till her legs pad locket
Pussy boy gonna go act like he pop shit 
Ya mans the type to go dance in the mosh pit,
Don't speak up, 
Your bands don't need ya,
I'm only gettin deeper in ya last mamacita,
seizure when I feed her,
Lost in my system,
I deaded my features,
I Couldn't wanna be ya,

You want smoke, but you choke when you spoke,
Pale face, goin' ghost,
Till these fuckas give me most,
You got lows that you grow,
I'ma dash past hoes,
Till they beggin for the posts when I blow,

Old bitch never loved me,
Fuck these,
Corny mothafuckas with they white teeth,
Wifey,
Lookin like a store brand hype beast,
You fuckas wanna act like it's pricey,
Keeping my privacy,
Why you gotta bother me?
Been the worst side of me,
Bitches never try with me,
Actin like you wannabe,

Run man, run man, yuh
Run man, run man, yuh
Run man, run man, yuh
Run man, run man, yuh

My medicine, keep me fall back,
Fam round me, that's a fullback,
Chat low key, we decide that,
Make more green, then divide that,
Don't come clean unless you violent,
I'm not keen on the digress,
Got no love for the stylist,
I give her something to digest,
No more me, gone silent

Run man, run man, yuh
Run man, run man, yuh
Run man, run man, yuh
Run man, run man, yuh

спать

FUNERALS - HEADSHOT! (PROD. SCOFF & PULSE)

Lord sent ya, I'ma go beretta just to cop the cheddar,
Lord knows life been a bitch and she trend setter
I could never piece the world together we goin die forever
Fuck a team, fuck around with me, at least I know better

So much love been gettin
Off from the pain I'm drippin
Run up your set, make you the mission
Whole clique finna get clippin
Your baby mama wanna throw it back
I put that bitch on a snippet
Fuck is you kiddin
No face finna catch you missin

They don't wanna know
They don't wanna know
They decide the smoke
We don't get along

They don't wanna know
They don't wanna know
They decide the smoke
They don't wanna know

Watch them track
Till they throwing them stacks,
Better drop that
Better bounce back
Minute Man dwell
Where the funds at

Speak on my topic
You finna cop it
Stop it
I love when they droppin
We finna chop it
Nobody stay in the profit
I'm out of pocket
None of them honest
Now his main bitch is floppin

It's a lie when I feel alive
Run out through the night
We don't see the light
We don't keep the height

It's a lie when I feel alive
Run out through the night
We don't see the light
We don't keep the height

Lord sent ya, I'ma go beretta just to cop the cheddar,
Lord knows life been a bitch and she trend setter
I could never piece the world together we goin die forever
Fuck a team, fuck around with me, at least I know better


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