sorry for not quitting cigarettes today mom

i never saw you crying
it was just your mascara running down your face
i thought it was so ugly any fucking ways
i know that i get scary and you dont feel the same
i put way too much pressure on you and your little brain
i wanna set a fire and dance all on your grave
i knew you for ten seconds when your eyes were filled with rain
you told me its jusr water and not to be that way
then you fucking died the very next day

mascara

Crash with me

Track 8 from “Clown” -  Produced by [Redacted] 
Out Now Everywhere

Stream/Download: aeter.us/clown

Lyrics:
I get gone on bar or the eighth
I’m wit twin got lost in LA
I don’t give a fuck ‘bout what she say
I don’t give a fuck ’bout what they say
I talk to hoes right ‘round outta state
She wanna come see what I’m on, say “Wait”
Niggas be lame tryna eat off my plate 
Niggas be lame tryna eat off my plate

Got my hair in my face like every damn day
No don’t ask if a nigga okay
I smoke gas, it would fuck yo face up
Nigga walk ‘round, get hot wit the K
All of these niggas, man, they fuckin’ lame
I’m wit Militia, baby, every day 
We smoke gas, nigga, get you laced
I got this money, nigga, fuck a peso

spotify 

hair

depart from me I never knew u

i take i rob i hate i kill
but first they take what my soul feels.
to you i kneel but not ideals.
im good okay my body it aches,
they use religion to perpetrate their hate
my mind okay my body it aches.
"lets blame the * to save my face"

fuck the far right

they say rian in heat
he go to session make the girls flee on feet
all of a sudden them girls are athletes
like alfred they move out real quick

rian try and go behind a girl
she turn around and i see the girl hurl
"we just friends yk me since little girl"
so she say no and that make his cock curl

watch yo neck - irk

worldstar

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