Dead, Not Alive

Tongues Of The Wicked

Watching The Ashes Fall

You have a hook in my heart 
And won’t give it back

Fell for your sweet suggestions 
At the first glance 

I don’t recall permission came from my lips 
But here I am just crawling as my heart rips 

You always hesitate to heal what you have broken 
Leaving me in the shadows of these words unspoken 

You just left me there to rot
All alone in my shame 
But that’s okay 
I’ll crawl out of this fucking hell
Shame on you

You have a hook in my heart 
And won’t give it back

Fell for your sweet suggestions 
At the first glance

HOOKED (PROD. BY ALIENBABE)

GREEN DREAM BY @MXSES6 X LIL CAESAR 
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GREEN DREAM

GREEN DREAM w/ MXSES

MISTAKE

EXHUMED (Prod. CENOTXPH)

PT.III (Prod.Coma.)

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 art is by Orthusomnia

MOTHMAN  (prod. pussycat)

Lyrics 
Bitch, I'm Burbum one of one you better know your role
And I'm sellin' all the black, but I'm not talkin' coal
And I'm rockin' double trouble, got the knife and the pole
And if I'm stressed out, bitch, you know I'm finna roll
Yeah he always talkin' hots, but bitch, he a troll
Yeah, look up, bitch, my teeth plated gold
They be talkin' on the hot, yeah, it's gettin' fuckin' old
And I'm watchin' my step, 3,000 for the sole

Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, when I hit the fuckin' block
Drip down, bitch, Bathing Ape for the socks
Finna slam his bitch, ass, like I'm Dwane the fuckin' rock
And the opps scared of Burbum, cause I keep the fuckin' Glock
And I got a hoe on deck, and you know she finna slop
Christian Dior's for the kicks, bitch, you know I'm finna shop
Bitch, I'm always cookin' up, but I'm never in a crock
And I'm not Roddy Rich, but I got him in the box
Love my fuckin' plug, yeah, free em from the cops
Feelin' like I'm fuckin' Jordan, but I'm white, I got hops
Yeah, you sit in fuckin' side, and you talkin' bout my opps
Got the two-two-three, bitch, finna tote the fuckin' mop
And he finna get the knife if he talk about the hots
I be smokin' inside, you be talkin' bout some spots
You can never fuckin' shoot if you never had a shot
And the Borla exhaust be rumblin' off the lot

Bitch, I'm Burbum one of one you better know your role
And I'm sellin' all the black, but I'm not talkin' coal
And I'm rockin' double trouble, got the knife and the pole
And if I'm stressed out, bitch, you know I'm finna roll
Yeah he always talkin' hots, but bitch, he a troll
Yeah, look up, bitch, my teeth plated gold
They be talkin' on the hot, yeah, it's gettin' fuckin' old
And I'm watchin' my step, 3,000 for the sole

Know Ya Role

THE SECOND PARAGRAPH PROD BY IZZYSARCHIVEE

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Tongues Of The Wicked

DEAD WIZARD (@whosdeadwizard)

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