ROLLIN OFF W RYLA CAPONE (PROD.SLIXX)

DR. RAGER [PROD. TOXICGODD]

conversations with myself. 
prod. me
shoutout quinn for letting me use their photo as album art
ig:  photo.quinn 

[LYRICS]
i’m not a man of my word 

just being honest 

ill make you you a promise, but you never learn

manic and crazy, oh baby sedate me

i’ll sleep in the forest with birds 

all of my art just reflecting my worth 

all of my streams are reflecting my work 

manic and crazy, oh baby sedate me 

I’ll sleep in the forest with birds 

uh

just for the hurt 

just for the night 

face all my demons, it’s fuck what you like

And i don’t like your tone,

Yall hit my phone

Sending me beats but id rather be makin my own

i’m not a man of my word 

just being honest 

ill make you you a promise, but you never learn

manic and crazy, so baby sedate me

i’ll sleep in the forrest with birds 

i’m not a man of my word 

just being honest 

paybacks a promise 

Fire consumed you and i let you burn

But i never sleep, days feel like rinse and repeat 

So we live endlessly 

Live with the burns 

Pray for insurance 

We’re Carried by currents

found ourselves buried ten feet in the sea 

look all around you, then look back at me 

Look in my eyes I say what do you see 

Look at me horrified, i’ll be the first to admit 

Scared for my future, im scared to have kids 

im fucking crazy and what if it hits?

what if it hits when they need me and what if it 

(it scares me, conversations with myself) 

i’m not a man of my word 

just being honest 

paybacks a promise 

Fire consumed you and i let you burn

But i never sleep, days feel like rinse and repeat 

So come home with me 

right in the forrest 

show me your hatred 

or we could ignore it 

I gotta plan for us both 

So don’t even stress 

details are not so important

MAN OF MY WORD

KICKFLIP (feat. Tommy Richman)

Be Good Or Be Good At It

Hwy - 1088

HAARPER - DEAD SPACE Feat. RAMIREZ (Prod. HAARPER)

DEAD SPACE FT RAMIREZ

HAARPER - DEAD SPACE FT. RAMIREZ (Prod. HAARPER)

Poetic Night - 9:30:25, 5.52 AM.m4a

locked up in my room
never really have too much to do
i go to treatment for my issues
but they really dont got no clue
 self abuse simply amusing 
drug abuse help get me through 
i cant fight the feeling of uselessness 
my use is to be used 
so i get fucked up
no one never loved us 
misfits get left in the dust
get left to combust 
sent back to adjust 
to normal social standards that the world made for us 
but fuck that
grab a gat then bust that
make em run never come back
i got love to show 
but never been loved back 
make my heart cold like pitch black
used to be innocent 
now im just ignorant 
smoking and reminiscing bout the past 
relationships getting ess intimate 
im just not into it 
im tryna go get a bag 
stoned 
smoking on distillate 
breaking me out of my mental imprisonment 
anything i start i finish it 
i'm too legitimate 
Devil's number one participant yeah
you and me we not equivalent
you want attention
my focus is dividends 
i play a bitch like an instrument 
you kiss a bitch on the mouth and you hold her hand
snorting up stimulants 
i think my tolerance limitless 
my body slowly diminishing 
im not a citizen 
im like and alien criminal 
sent here to fuck with the mass 
drugs 
got my head spinning like Michelin
Zach in a consequence 
what a coincidence  
mushrooms got me inarticulate 
cant form a sentence 
im witnessing horoscope vision 
the shit that im seeing is IMMANENT
like when im done tripping 
this shit disappearing yuh
my train of thought is magnificent
hit up my phone if you need psychedelics 
come get this shit

DEVIL'S FAVORITE

Blokka $olo - Blxxdy

Iron Maiden

MAN OF MY WORD

wickedtongue