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Pretty Little Thing was written by Laela and T.R.I.P. & was Prod. by Aiyana and Dre Lee

Pretty Little Thing (ft. T.R.I.P.)" by Laela

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Bottled Up

Track: Ransom
Artist: Yug
Producer: Yug
Cover Artwork: Yug
https://linktr.ee/YugOne

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Lyrics:


Down barrel of a loaded gun
Looking back it hurt so much
Ready or not baby here they come
If I’ go, pay my ransom

By the time they call baby I’ll be gone
Didn’t think it’d take so long
When I call I’ll call collect
Bloody mess my Sundays best

Pay the sum or I’ll be gone
Don’t be late don’t take too long
I Never know you never know
I gotta go oh oh..

Laughed enough for the next one
Looking Back it was a lot of fun
If you’re not ready we can just run
If I fall, pay my ransom

Never promised I was perfect
It costs a lot but it was worth it
Ready or not baby here they come
If they  call, pay my ransom

When they call you will you come

Ransom

Accomplices

Key : C#minor
Tempo : 110 or 55 Bpm👇

Dark Alternative Triphop Type Beat With Heavy Guitar sound
Featuring Ghosty on The Vocals.👇

Instrumental Version Free Non-Profit Use Only 👇

For YouTube Instrumental 👇
https://youtu.be/lahaxvADlU0👇

Instrumental Version Also Available For Purchase👇
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Why Couldn't I Be Perfect (Prod.ByAxisKode) - Single

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Why Couldnt I Be Perfect Feat Ghosty (Prod.ByAxisKode)

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#INTOTHEVOID OUT NOW
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ₜₑₗₗ ₘₑ ₙₒₜ, ᵢₙ ₘₒᵤᵣₙfᵤₗ ₙᵤₘbₑᵣₛ,
   ₗᵢfₑ ᵢₛ bᵤₜ ₐₙ ₑₘₚₜy dᵣₑₐₘ!
Fₒᵣ ₜₕₑ ₛₒᵤₗ ᵢₛ dₑₐd ₜₕₐₜ ₛₗᵤₘbₑᵣₛ,
   ₐₙd ₜₕᵢₙgₛ ₐᵣₑ ₙₒₜ wₕₐₜ ₜₕₑy ₛₑₑₘ.

ₗᵢfₑ ᵢₛ ᵣₑₐₗ! ₗᵢfₑ ᵢₛ ₑₐᵣₙₑₛₜ!
   ₐₙd ₜₕₑ gᵣₐᵥₑ ᵢₛ ₙₒₜ ᵢₜₛ gₒₐₗ;
Dᵤₛₜ ₜₕₒᵤ ₐᵣₜ, ₜₒ dᵤₛₜ ᵣₑₜᵤᵣₙₑₛₜ,
   Wₐₛ ₙₒₜ ₛₚₒₖₑₙ ₒf ₜₕₑ ₛₒᵤₗ.

ₙₒₜ ₑₙⱼₒyₘₑₙₜ, ₐₙd ₙₒₜ ₛₒᵣᵣₒw,
   ᵢₛ ₒᵤᵣ dₑₛₜᵢₙₑd ₑₙd ₒᵣ wₐy;
Bᵤₜ ₜₒ ₐcₜ, ₜₕₐₜ ₑₐcₕ ₜₒ₋ₘₒᵣᵣₒw
   Fᵢₙd ᵤₛ fₐᵣₜₕₑᵣ ₜₕₐₙ ₜₒ₋dₐy.

ₐᵣₜ ᵢₛ ₗₒₙg, ₐₙd ₜᵢₘₑ ᵢₛ fₗₑₑₜᵢₙg,
   ₐₙd ₒᵤᵣ ₕₑₐᵣₜₛ, ₜₕₒᵤgₕ ₛₜₒᵤₜ ₐₙd bᵣₐᵥₑ,
ₛₜᵢₗₗ, ₗᵢₖₑ ₘᵤffₗₑd dᵣᵤₘₛ, ₐᵣₑ bₑₐₜᵢₙg
   Fᵤₙₑᵣₐₗ ₘₐᵣcₕₑₛ ₜₒ ₜₕₑ gᵣₐᵥₑ.

ᵢₙ ₜₕₑ wₒᵣₗd’ₛ bᵣₒₐd fᵢₑₗd ₒf bₐₜₜₗₑ,
   ᵢₙ ₜₕₑ bᵢᵥₒᵤₐc ₒf ₗᵢfₑ,
Bₑ ₙₒₜ ₗᵢₖₑ dᵤₘb, dᵣᵢᵥₑₙ cₐₜₜₗₑ!
   Bₑ ₐ ₕₑᵣₒ ᵢₙ ₜₕₑ ₛₜᵣᵢfₑ!

ₜᵣᵤₛₜ ₙₒ Fᵤₜᵤᵣₑ, ₕₒwₑ’ₑᵣ ₚₗₑₐₛₐₙₜ!
   ₗₑₜ ₜₕₑ dₑₐd ₚₐₛₜ bᵤᵣy ᵢₜₛ dₑₐd!
ₐcₜ,— ₐcₜ ᵢₙ ₜₕₑ ₗᵢᵥᵢₙg ₚᵣₑₛₑₙₜ!
   ₕₑₐᵣₜ wᵢₜₕᵢₙ, ₐₙd Gₒd ₒ’ₑᵣₕₑₐd!

ₗᵢᵥₑₛ ₒf gᵣₑₐₜ ₘₑₙ ₐₗₗ ᵣₑₘᵢₙd ᵤₛ
   Wₑ cₐₙ ₘₐₖₑ ₒᵤᵣ ₗᵢᵥₑₛ ₛᵤbₗᵢₘₑ,
ₐₙd, dₑₚₐᵣₜᵢₙg, ₗₑₐᵥₑ bₑₕᵢₙd ᵤₛ
   Fₒₒₜₚᵣᵢₙₜₛ ₒₙ ₜₕₑ ₛₐₙdₛ ₒf ₜᵢₘₑ;

Fₒₒₜₚᵣᵢₙₜₛ, ₜₕₐₜ ₚₑᵣₕₐₚₛ ₐₙₒₜₕₑᵣ,
   ₛₐᵢₗᵢₙg ₒ’ₑᵣ ₗᵢfₑ’ₛ ₛₒₗₑₘₙ ₘₐᵢₙ,
ₐ fₒᵣₗₒᵣₙ ₐₙd ₛₕᵢₚwᵣₑcₖₑd bᵣₒₜₕₑᵣ,
   ₛₑₑᵢₙg, ₛₕₐₗₗ ₜₐₖₑ ₕₑₐᵣₜ ₐgₐᵢₙ.

ₗₑₜ ᵤₛ, ₜₕₑₙ, bₑ ᵤₚ ₐₙd dₒᵢₙg,
   Wᵢₜₕ ₐ ₕₑₐᵣₜ fₒᵣ ₐₙy fₐₜₑ;
ₛₜᵢₗₗ ₐcₕᵢₑᵥᵢₙg, ₛₜᵢₗₗ ₚᵤᵣₛᵤᵢₙg,
   ₗₑₐᵣₙ ₜₒ ₗₐbₒᵣ ₐₙd ₜₒ wₐᵢₜ.

ₕₑₙᵣY WₐDₛWₒᵣₜₕ ₗₒₙGFₑₗₗₒW
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