this beat is fucking disgusting man god damn

this song sucks.... The feelings that have built up inside of me because of all the sh*t music out today You're killing it!!!

prod. by justdan
additional prod. by zaki ali

lyrics
Play the field, the grass is greener on the other side
Take these pills until I feel another high 
Till I feel like another guy 
Until I feel a nice subtle rise in heat like it’s summertime 
Working double time
There’s never enough of time 
Not enough buffer to protect my stubborn pride 
Summarize this misery with supple lines 
Made from the cloth of my troubled thoughts, but it’s cut and dried 
Still greasy like it’s southern fried 
I settled on a style that some despise like undercover guys 
Money’s the truth, but that’s also where the trouble lies 
Tunneling trials and struggles high as the sunrise on summer skies 
Something lies beneath the styles they speak 
It’s been a while, I’ve been too weak to peak my head into the room to see what everyone’s been up to 
Look in the mirror, it’s hard to trust you 
Look at this clearer when I’m less puzzled 
When I measure out your love, it feels like I got hustled 

Don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you ever sit and think how much of this is real 
Spill a good deal of confessions 
Rest assured, I don’t regret them 
A curse and a blessing 
Don’t you ever tell me how to fucking feel (X2)

If loves the water in the sea, your smile is the rain 
Then I will scream out your name before I drown in the waves 
I’ve been down and out for days, while I’ve been counting on the ways, I could fall back on fantasies and find a new escape 
Or buy a new estate 
Provide a future fate with pride and strength 
In a house of fire, there’s no time to ruminate  
Another summer, I spent concerned my comfort would spiral into a term of contempt 
Under these terms, I resent my birth, this earth and the stench of herbals 
They drenched in oils or boiled in kettles to quench 
Settle the score with a rage I hide in my spirit that may arise in these lyrics 
I raise the lines to appear that I may survive
Had a close shave with the naked eyes 
Ashamed my hope was razor thin, so I just wasted time 
Assume that I’ll get revenge at a later time 
Light shimmers on cynics in a state of mind that stays confined 
Illuminating Satan’s eyes 
Maybe I’m lazy 
Maybe crazy, but life made me this way 
My brain is hazy in a matrix and a range of dismay 
I may long for the day I find love, but the longer it takes 
I stray away till I’m beyond being saved 
So, with this spark that lights this life 
Sometimes I feels it glows so bright that it excites and put me into fight or flight mode
Hold this mic like knives to protect me against the tight rope 
Bury all my bones and watch the dirt birth a new bright rose

Don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you ever sit and think how much of this is real 
Spill a good deal of confessions 
Rest assured, I don’t regret them 
A curse and a blessing 
Don’t you ever tell me how to fucking feel (X2)

Don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you ever wonder how I deal

BE CAREFUL WHO YOU ADORE, LØVERBOY

prod. mercykill

Lyrics: 
Ima blow a bag onna pound rolling blunts up
Ima ride around in my town with the guns up
Really fucking bitches really tripping off the drugs, bruh 
Really don't give a fuck bout nobody but my bros and my ghost guns
Hoes come and go, huh
Riding on my own, fuck it all, fuck my life up
Try to hit my line you know I wont pick the pick the phone up
I been tryna drown couple days, ima die slumped
Ima die slumped
You know I don't really think yall fucking with the kid
Not a lot people gonna go do what I did
Drowning in your feelings, boy quit acting like a bitch
What I told myself, wanna end myself, aint a cry for help its a glimpse in hell (glimpse in hell)
5.56 play the hand that im delt
Got a full coat fur, boy with all black pelt

I pray to god I dont know if he there
But I need better days (be)fore my dad in the air
And im still blowing dope, cant you smell in my hair?
I stop sniffin’ that blow
I stop eating them pills
Hate being sober and hate how I feel
Every day wanna end this pain cause the money wont end this ache
Fuck fame I don't want it bitch I like my shade, go away

Ima blow a bag onna pound rolling blunts up
Ima ride around in my town with the guns up
Really fucking bitches really tripping off the drugs, bruh 
Really dont give a fuck bout nobody but my bros and my ghost guns
Hoes come and go, huh
Riding on my own, fuck it all, fuck my life up
Try to hit my line you know I wont pick the pick the phone up
I been tryna drown couple days, ima die slumped
Ima die slumped
You know I dont really think yall fucking with the kid
Not alot people gonna go do what I did
Drowning in your feelings, boy quit acting like a bitch
What I told myself, wanna end myself, aint a cry for help its a glimpse in hell (glimpse in hell)
5.56 play the hand that im delt
Got a full coat fur, boy with all black pelt

Used to rock a burn hole hoodie sippin’ wockhardt
Used to gettin high, ride and whippin’ stolen golf carts
Said I wouldn’t be shit way before I dropped out
Now they yellin’ mk! Only cause I drop now

Used to go to hotel hoppin’, window shoppin’ just a youngboy with no option
Pistol poppin’, pocket robin’, slick black, takin all the money & the jewels yelling !Get back!
Never gave a fuck bout the rules they aint get that
Tell me what to do ima drool when I lean back, chillin
That lazy boy villian
Im on my shit up a blick, go missin

Official Video

The way I feel now

prod & mix by me

Lyrics:
I just want to rob or steal shit
kill a motherfucker with a nine, a steel switch
smothered undercover when I ride
That blunt hittin', Wrist slitted Ima meet god
Tell that motherfucker die right now
I'm getting high right now, touch the sky
Wanna be numb right now, don't know why
Really don't like this life that I got
But ima make the best of it till I rot
Empty empathy don't really give a fuck
I empty magazines and still don't give a fuck
I run through your pockets, I know i'm coming up
That boy feel funny till we get to buckin' up
And now he bitching he don't see the vision
Really think he need to finish the mission
Pieced up, 5 feet to the face
Geeked up, how we run to the bank
Fist fucked, throw yo body away
Glock tucked, what the fuck you gone say?
Four-tone purple, blood, mud and waste
That's fucked, Sosa laugh at the case
That's tough, see the bitch in is face
50 say, we gettin' rich or we ain't
Minimum wage not the way that we rock
Rather be dead in a motherfucking box
Fist fucked, throw yo body away
Glock tucked, what the fuck you gone say?
Four-tone purple, blood, mud and waste
That's fucked, Sosa laugh at the case

I got no patience
I got a problem I face it
Smoke 50 blunts and I'm sober, I hate this
I got a pump on the road
Draco in the trunk, I blast at the foes
I hate hoes
Don't need no bitch on my payroll
I made this beat and I spit cold
I whip the whip, I got bankroll
Headshot when I shoot, hoe
Red-dot on that coupe, blow
His head off of a that roof, go
Like anywhere that I want to, no fucks given

I just want to rob or steal shit
kill a motherfucker with a nine, a steel switch
smothered undercover when I ride
That blunt hittin', Wrist slitted Ima meet god
Tell that motherfucker die right now
I'm getting high right now, touch the sky
Wanna be numb right now, don't know why
Really don't like this life that I got
But ima make the best of it till I rot
Empty empathy don't really give a fuck
I empty magazines and still don't give a fuck
I run through your pockets, I know i'm coming up
That boy feel funny till we get to buckin' up
And now he bitching he don't see the vision
Really think he need to finish the mission
Pieced up, 5 feet to the face
Geeked up, how we run to the bank
Fist fucked, throw yo body away
Glock tucked, what the fuck you gone say?
Four-tone purple, blood, mud and waste
That's fucked, Sosa laugh at the case
That's tough, see the bitch in is face
50 say, we gettin' rich or we ain't
Minimum wage not the way that we rock
Rather be dead in a motherfucking box

whats the move?

MERCYKILL

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