sometimes

Flowers (demo) (ft. Sapix! & $oM Syn)

not a love song (demo)

By now it’s only been a day

I feel the bones and the muscle decay

And maybe our paths
Will cross again 
Somewhere down the line 

But if it’s not in the cards
I guess I’ll be alright 

At least for a moment
At least for the night 

Hey blue eyes
Who you starin at
I hope he’s got as much love
As I did for you 

Don’t think that 
I regret this 
You were everything I had
For a moment and more 

Hey blue eyes
Hey blue eyes 
Who you starin at
I hope it’s someone 
who can handle you 

The hole
That’s dug
Inside my chest
May never leave 
But it’s okay 

Cuz it keeps me reminded
Of the best time of my life
In recent memory 

Never once did you 
Ever pass judgment on to me 

All the cracks in the floor
In this house of leaves 

My mind is free of burden

My soul it yearns for me 

My promises were never empty 
I am yours forever more

we don’t talk like that anymore |prod Michael Harrison

Wil3a

last school summer #plugg

I Love My Wife

La Cancha Ft. Samah Abdulhamid

produced by wasteman and sol cloney

lyrics:
my mind is quiet
my hands are numb
i pray to the highest
of them all
i feel at peace
when im crying
i slit my wrists
to get a taste of dying 

no love
no hate
just blank
all gone
far away
there is nothing
down the way
paranoia apathy
they are taking hold of me
i think that ill do it
tie a noose in a willow tree 

why me i cant believe
i must be the chosen one
the way that im suffering
the way that im suffering
the way that im suffering

mymindisquiet (demo 2025)

produced by wasteman and sleepy dog

lyrics:
goin in the bank for the bankroll
i just fucked your main hoe
when i walk up in the building
they know
they know, they know
they know, they know
i just count my bands up
i told shawty spread your legs
and put your hands up
woa-oh
i go dumb bitch
university student but i go retarded 

walk up in the saks
hit the rack 
i know what i want
i want the louis prada
issey miyake and saint laurent
you dont have to get what im on
when im already on
cup red like my louboutins 

im in nyc on rooftops smokin bud yeah
pop out with a sniper in the cut yeah
i sip mud yeah
emo bitch with me and she bad as hell
vacuum pack on me but you still feel the smell
blowin down that dope
we can go pound after pound okay 
im holy like the pope shawty
praying for the downed okay 
cutters in the air
but we not with the haunted mound okay
bitch my gas so loud
when i walk in you can hear the sound 

im a fuckin loser but i cant stop winnin
always on some shit man i cant stop sinnin
diamonds on my teeth ear to ear bitch im grinnin
if you say that its up then your block we spin it
bitch make that ass clap
you can tell its me by the rubber band snap
broke that boy ankles someone give buddy a map
we got bricks under the floorboards underneath the trap
yeah woah

NYC ROOFTOP BLUNTZ MIX

KRISKROSS

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we don’t talk like that anymore |prod Michael Harrison

Saint Lazare