Sold My Soul

2 be a loser

Sweet As Candy

Zombie Girl *prod. NyanMan310*

xo willow cover

You were my idol
And you were special to me
You were an angel
Until you were on TV
I saw you pass out
One hundred and fifty milligrams
Everybody's on Instagram
Posting dead bodies
So I will find your casket
And resurrect your body
The summer heats still vivatic
So let's go try something
I'll be your best friend
And you'll be my gal
I think you're rad
Fuck MTV now

my girlfriend is a dead zombie popstar

joel faviere cover
this is how my voice sounds unpitched 

They think you're crazy.
They think you're mad.
They call you stupid, worthless, tell you you're not worth it.

And now you're walkin' back to a place you call home,
but you feel so alone.

The same hurtful hits, it's your darker place.
In your virgin ears, the remarks they make.
If they, if they really knew all of those things,
that you do in your room to hide the pain.

I bet their minds would change.
I'll bet their minds would change.

They'd change if they knew the pain.
Change.

'Cause I believe in these scars.
'Cause I believe.

if you knew

did i ask?

do u know ur place? prod frankhasmalice

To the roof

s/o fucking @fucklilahk

mixing mastering @korelyn
prod @fucklilahk

lyrics:
ima take ts down
oh shit oh shit ima freak out
tryna act like my friend for my beats now
ion rly give af how u reach out
schyuh i had to reach out
yea, slidin on the beat shout out lilah
said i’m cramped in the back had to breathe, uh
sick and tired of u niggas had to leave, uh

ima go sign real quick 
you ain’t got bol got time for this
yea, dj lilah quis listen ts might bob ya head (shyuh, shyuh)
ion gaf bout this seen ya in the room might move some shit (shyuh, shyuh)
hit up her label shit she want the boots like model quinn

ion give fuck bout this na, i stay in the club like this
that boy wana sound when the gang toat pistols, yea i knew u might fold and shit
bob ur head to hard like bitch get blisters, like i knew you might fuck with this
pull up to the car (my car) keys go missing but i’m still gon rock with it
don’t got enough funds in the back when i see a new car, still gon cop the shit 
when i pull up to the acc i’m throwin darts, bitch i’m tossin shit
ion give no fuck what they think
stand on guard, bitch i pop my shit
she said we act the same thats my clone, bitch i popped his shit
i put my X in gain, single rein 
she tryn cop
i might jus do the run, p-pistol blade
and she get blocked
ha skelish shit away, it’s for the shade
now he can’t talk
like bitch i put his lil ass in the ring, i-it’s bta 
so take a walk now

this might save my ganja
ion gaf bout a bitch na
take my, take my guap out
makes me wana call my mission
?
8 for a charge on a beat lowkey
slob ona seat lowkey 90
ion even know u you just want my beats yuh

ima take ts down
oh shit oh shit ima freak out
tryna act like my friend for my beats now
ion rly give af how u reach out
schyuh i had to reach out
yea, slidin on the beat shout out lilah
said i’m cramped in the back had to breathe, uh
sick and tired of u niggas had to leave, uh

ima take ts down (down)
oh shit oh shit ima freak out (out)
tryna act like my friend for my beats now (now)
ion rly give af how u reach out (out)
schyuh i had to reach out (out)
yea, slidin on the beat shout out lilah
said i’m cramped in the back had to breathe, uh
sick and tired of u niggas had to leave, uh

did i ask?

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