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Now I Ride With Your Ghost

Prod @clear1nmyeyes 

LYRICS
Bad lady..
Be my baby
She asked me if I'm gonna stay
And I said maybe
Versace on my cologne
And I put something in my nose
They tried to play me
Like why you hate me?

Yeire:
Rolling packs up
Man I'm with Leo countin stacks up 
I spit the bars and
And bend it back up
Man I been rollin up some black buds
So is there flavour in this backwood?
Country roads, I need to slow down
Watch your tone man, you need to slow down
Bitch gave me chain she tryna hold it
Fancy dope I smoke it so loud

Versace (ft. yeire13) prod. Clearmyeyes

Prod: @m0urningstarr
Artwork: @falinee

You. I've seen you. Let me see your face, you are the one from my dreams.
Then the stars were right. This is the day. Gods give me strength.

Think I'll go to hell can he tell I was casting spells,
think I'll take my chances throw my soul into the Wishing Well of blud,
blud blud blud,
I think I'll take my chances throw my soul into the Wishing Well of blud,

Praying for you soul home alone nobody knows,
Bretheren don't be looking for true love on the cobblestones,
Meet me at the fireplace, meet me in the catacombs,
Burned into my memory in my dreams see many bones,

b-l-u-d-k-i-n
I'm empty on the inside like a mannequin,
Shout out all The Guildsmen all my merry men, 
I feel just like Lazarus I died then I came back again,
Arkadiusz and Salem I'll remember them,
If I lose another one I think I might be joining them,
Then I think I'd go to hell, crying in the church cos it hurts: Weepinbell

Think I'll go to hell can he tell I was casting spells,
Think I'll take my chances throw my soul into the Wishing Well of blud,
blud blud blud,
I think I'll take my chances throw my soul into the Wishing Well of blud,

Praying for you soul home alone nobody knows,
Bretheren don't be looking for true love on the cobblestones,
Meet me at the fireplace, meet me in the catacombs,
Burned into my memory in my dreams see many bones,

In my dreams see many bones,
I'd never met him before but I turned his ass to charcoal,
I never met her before but I saw her with her eyes closed,

Think I'll go to hell can he tell I was casting spells,
Think I'll take my chances throw my soul into the Wishing Well of blud,
blud blud blud,
I think I'll take my chances throw my soul into the Wishing Well,

Think I'll go to hell can you tell I was casting spells,
I Think I'll take my chances throw my soul into the Wishing Well,
I Think I'll take my chances throw my soul into the Wishing Well,
Throw my soul into the Wishing Well.

Wishing Well of blud

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𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔞

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feel ur pain

Too Much Time to Waste

FULL LEAK


LYRICS 

Back down that road, at that house again
Forgotten souls, if I rise for them
Don't know what I'm like, disorder now
Seeing their eyes by the lamplight, feeling like a Haunted House

Mystery song, that plays where I belong
That spirit song, Winchester's far beyond
A veil undrawn, live fast before the dawn
That spirit song, Winchester's far beyond

My face stained on the inside of eyelids
Like red wine spilled on a white dress
Church chorus from the pews, it risеs
I pause at the presеnce from my footsteps
Losing air, epiphany hits, broken on the road while the wheel still spins
In and out, losing my grip
Winchester walls I'm trapped in
Sisyphus with the boulder, mobile like a Calder
Labyrinthian structure
Said she wanna die, so I called her
Took another one, now it's dark outside, but I see the sun
Caught me out of line, light it up, I won't waste time
(Li-, Light it up, I won't waste time)
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Mystery song that plays where I belong
That spirit's song, Winchester's far beyond
A veil undrawn, live fast before the dawn
That spirit's song, Winchester's far beyond

BUCKSHOT - WINCHESTER FULL HQ LEAK

took the risk

The Wind Hurts (Acoustic Demo 1)

Love (prod. soulmate)

To return is to bring something. I have everything & nothing. Such ugly lifestyle's we have now, abroad turnt roundabouts. Cycles make us? No. Habits break us. From addiction to freedom, whats the difference between them? One so sweet & succulent, the other so green and pungent. Can you tell me wise observer just who is who? Or which is what? For lack there better of, I reiterate this in the form of young love. Two doves, one pure, one innocent. One is innovation the other inclination. Both aren't real, just figments of time, space, matter and math. So I tell you this, do not let your ears fall on decadent brass, all it takes is the right lass or lad to be left upset, in debt, alone & pitch black. Find the art within the flow, equality ain't equity, yet none of us know. So I stand here in remote control, bound by my talent, saying freedom & addiction depend on what day you're havin'

50 Stars

What Am I To Say

Prod: @m0urningstarr
Artwork: @falinee

Lyrics:

*Producer tag* Let me see your face

Time consumes my soul...

Take a look inside my Music Box,
Not wound but it still sings songs,
Yeah it still sings songs,
Love to watch it dancing/listen when it talks,

Take a look inside my Music Box,
Not wound but it still sings songs,
Yeah it still sings songs,
Love to watch it dancing, hope it never stops,

Blessed is the fall,
it's better to have love, then lost,
Than to never have loved at all,

Time consumes my soul,
But it's better to have "Lived, then died"
Than to never have lived at all.

Take a look inside my Music Box,
Not wound but it still sings songs,
Yeah it still sings songs,
Love to watch it dancing/listen when it talks,

Take a look inside my Music Box,
Not wound but it still sings songs,
Yeah it still sings songs,
Love to watch it dancing, hope it never stops,

Blessed is the fall,
it's better to have love, then lost,
Than to never have loved at all,

Time consumes my soul,
But it's better to have "Lived, then died"
Than to never have lived at all.

uh

TIME CONSUMES MY SOOOOOOUUUUUUUULL!

Auhhh

Auhhh

Music Box

Sunset (Prod. CVRNVTE)

On second thought 
On Second thought 
I can’t hurt you again if 
I dont come any closer 

Go to Paris for the summer where it’s hot 
And put my picture on the post next to the lost dogs 

Are you as sick of me as I am so sick of me 
Can it really get any worse from here 

God still looks down 
To confirm I’m still trapped inside all of my fears 

Casket cracked 
Saw your embalmed face still used to the poison but the bugs have already claimed 

Fog hid the sun 
Song for a ghost 
the body once filled with dragonflies now just skin and bones 

Now I sail on my back 
I’m sailing alone 
Anchor of desolation and lack 
Chains tied around my waist then thrown 


I know how to bend every bone 
I know how to forgive myself with chemicals 
Post mortem contraction I won’t let go baby I promise I won’t ever let go  

took the risk

ZOZ

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