Joeyy - Shirt (House flip)

Moistcrack Aseben Mix (30/12/2022)

(prod. Pröz)

💙 [LYRICS] 💙

(Vampyr1)

Enda gången världen är fylld med färg
Är det blåa piller o MDA
Alltid stressed out när jag tänker på dig
Röker bort problemen med Purple haze

För varje dag som går
Är du den jag tänker på..

(Vampyr1)

Önskar att tiden kunde backa i band
Förlåt mig för allt, jag lider konstant

Hon sa Vampyr1 du är fuckad hela tiden
Allt för dig älskling men jag orkar inte le mer
Allt, var, så, perfekt
Pillerna e krossade precis som mig 

(MOLLY MANE)

Fuckad för ofta, mitt hjärta e krossat
Vill ba somna och aldrig mer vakna
Personen jag var, den personen är borta
Känner mig vilsen, jag har poppat en karta

Vet att jag inte fanns där för dig
När du behövde mig som mest
Kan inte sluta tänka på dig
Och allt som hänt

Vampyr1 x MOLLY MANE - krossad [prod. Pröz]

lub u

mv. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BPSefgEuCxk

zelle

luminal

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Lyrics: 
Yeah she talk too much got on my nerves 

I swear to god it blew my high

Lost some baggage in reverse I got it back and multiplied

Popped a xan and booked a flight I hope that you'll be here tonight

If I told what they were plotting then I know that I'd be crucified

Yeah you live and you die want to stand by your side til the end of the night

Only dream about you you're on my mind

Yeah that's what I love about you you're only mine!

Get that bag and run it up fill it til it's overflowed

I just fell in love with it pray that I don't overdose

He just caught a case with it he know he ain't coming home

I'll ignore a basic bitch baby girl I'm coming home

I've been really dancing with life it's only right of me

I've been trying to pay for my sins yeah I'm stuck in the end

So let's run around like we're playing pretend

Yeah she talk too much got on my nerves

I swear to god it blew my high

Lost some baggage in reverse I got it back and multiplied

Popped a xan and booked a flight I hope that you'll be here tonight

If I told what they were plotting then I know that I'd be crucified

Yeah she talk too much got on my nerves

I swear to god it blew my high

Lost some baggage in reverse I got it back and multiplied

Popped a xan and booked a flight I hope that you'll be here tonight

If I told what they were plotting then I know that I'd be crucified

Toxin Brewer - Crusified (prod. Pawl4k)

꧁༒•lyrics :0•༒꧂

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͓̽i͓̽t͓̽’͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽j͓̽u͓̽s͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽n͓̽o͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽ ͓̽b͓̽o͓̽d͓̽y͓̽
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͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽o͓̽u͓̽g͓̽h͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽r͓̽e͓̽a͓̽l͓̽l͓̽y͓̽ ͓̽g͓̽a͓̽v͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽u͓̽c͓̽k͓̽
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͓̽i͓̽’͓̽m͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽u͓̽l͓̽l͓̽ ͓̽o͓̽f͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽i͓̽s͓̽c͓̽o͓̽m͓̽f͓̽o͓̽r͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽
͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽o͓̽n͓̽’͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽m͓̽o͓̽v͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽n͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽m͓̽y͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽e͓̽a͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽u͓̽r͓̽t͓̽s͓̽
͓̽c͓̽a͓̽u͓̽s͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽k͓̽n͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽o͓̽n͓̽’͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽b͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽e͓̽
͓̽k͓̽n͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽o͓̽n͓̽’͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽b͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽
͓̽l͓̽i͓̽v͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽n͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽ ͓̽n͓̽i͓̽g͓̽h͓̽t͓̽m͓̽a͓̽r͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽
͓̽h͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽o͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽l͓̽e͓̽a͓̽v͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽
͓̽h͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽o͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽k͓̽e͓̽e͓̽p͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽
͓̽r͓̽e͓̽a͓̽c͓̽h͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽e͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽
͓̽s͓̽h͓̽r͓̽o͓̽o͓̽m͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽o͓̽r͓̽ ͓̽r͓̽e͓̽s͓̽e͓̽a͓̽r͓̽c͓̽h͓̽
͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽c͓̽o͓̽u͓̽l͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽n͓̽e͓̽v͓̽e͓̽r͓̽ ͓̽p͓̽l͓̽e͓̽a͓̽s͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽
͓̽c͓̽a͓̽l͓̽l͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽p͓̽o͓̽n͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽r͓̽e͓̽a͓̽p͓̽e͓̽r͓̽

reaper (rezlaine + sunrisess)

mixing medications (lil soda boi lil yu cover)

louis & chanel w/ fourteendays

count the inches between us 
see your face, like looking in the mirror
speaking twice, always in a hurry, always late

thats four days of waiting
i've got a feeling that you won't tell me
that you've got someone waiting for you 

so sweet, but did you cross your fingers? 
maybe that's alright, we both get what we need
speaking twice, always in a hurry, always late

luminal

xperimental