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(Semetery with the Heffalumps)
Everyday living life on the battlefield
I’ve been laying down in the front
Baby lay down, what you want?
Crazy, I’ve been from the jump
Big metal machines on the road
Focus, keep eyes on front
Everything is on the line, when I jump
Sematary with the Heffalumps
Lay down or jump
Lay down on the front
Lay down or jump
(Lay down or jump)
Your bullets pierced my heart
I should’ve known from the start
Baby, fuck me, tear me apart
(Play with my heart, like it’s a game of darts)
You thought you wouldn’t get caught
But I connected all the dots
Then I hit all your weak spots
(Time to untie all these knots)
Party pop, party pop
Take some more drugs
Party pop, party pop
Drugs in my lungs
Party pop, party pop
My heart just stopped
Party pop, party pop
My body just dropped
Party pop, party pop
Take some more drugs
Party pop, party pop
Drugs in my lungs
Party pop, party pop
My heart just stopped
Party pop, party pop
My body just dropped
Party pop, party pop
Take some more drugs
Party pop, party pop
Drugs in my lungs
Party pop, party pop
My heart just stopped
Party pop, party pop
My body just dropped
Party pop, party pop
Take some more drugs
Party pop, party pop
Drugs in my lungs
Party pop, party pop
My heart just stopped
Party pop, party pop
My body just dropped
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2. |
melody
01:37
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I think these bitches into me
They be friending me, offending me
Fuck around, and make another enemy
All I make is heavenly
Like a pretty girl, Melody
Come with me, we’ll take this ecsta-
Expensive shit, and I’m drippy
I rock tie dye, like a motherfuckin’ hippie
All these drugs, I be whippin’
Fuck around, I’ll leave you fuckin’ drippin’
Your shit is garbage, I be skippin’
Nah, I ain’t sneak dissin’
You be trippin’
I be dippin’
Bitch, are you fuckin’ kiddin’?
You really think that I’m sneak dissin’?
Fuck around and a wheelchair you be sittin’ in
Fuck around and win
Throw your shit in the trash bin
I think these bitches into me
They be friending me, offending me
Fuck around, and make another enemy
All I make is heavenly
Like a pretty girl, Melody
Come with me, we’ll take this ecstasy
I think these bitches into me
They be friending me, offending me
Fuck around, and make another enemy
All I make is heavenly
Like a pretty girl, Melody
Come with me, we’ll take this ecstasy
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3. |
slowdive
02:13
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Baby, I know I give off bad vibes
I’m high as fuck, listening to Slowdive
Baby, I know I give off bad vibes
I’m high as fuck, listeni-
Empty codeine bottles all over my floor
Pills and codeine all in my drawers
Gucci jackets hanging on the back of my door
Purchasing narcotics at the back of the store
I got shrooms all over my room
In the new foreign, I go vroom
I’m fucking around, listening to MF DOOM
Uh, uh, uh
Baby, I know I give off bad vibes
I’m high as fuck, listening to Slowdive
Baby, I know I give off bad vibes
I’m high as fuck, listening to Slowdive
Baby, I know I give off bad vibes
I’m high as fuck, listening to Slowdive
Baby, I know I give off bad vibes
Baby, I know I give off bad vibes
I’m high as fuck, listening to Slowdive
Baby, I know I give off bad vibes
I’m high as fuck, listening to Slowdive
Baby, I know I give off bad vibes
I’m high as fuck, listening to Slowdive
Baby, I know I give off bad vibes
I’m high as fuck, listening to Slowdive
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4. |
mockup
02:07
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(Uh, okay, okay, uh, okay, okay)
(Uh, okay, okay, yeah, uh)
Hit up the plug, like what up?
I don’t give a fuck, syrup with the sprite
Put it in the double cup
All the bitches go crazy, when I pull up
I don’t give a damn bitch, time to break up
Make some CDs, time to mockup
I’ll never give up, time to fuckin’ blow up
Got some weed, time to roll up
Nose bleeding, in like the club
Coke all over my jeans
Just popped a bean, off the fuckin’ lean
Silver arrows to the head, ain’t talking Yung Lean
Ain’t talking Yung Lean
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hit up the plug, like what up?
I don’t give a fuck, syrup with the sprite
Put it in the double cup
All the bitches go crazy, when I pull up
I don’t give a damn bitch, time to break up
Make some CDs, time to mockup
I’ll never give up, time to fuckin’ blow up
Got some weed, time to roll up
Nose bleeding, in like the club
Coke all over my jeans
Just popped a bean, off the fuckin’ lean
Silver arrows to the head, ain’t talking Yung Lean
Ain’t talking Yun-
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5. |
better not
01:59
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You better not fuck around with me
You better not fuck around with me
You better not fuck around with me
You better not fuck around with me
You better not fuck around with me
You better not fuck around with me
You better not fuck around with me
You better not fuck around with me
Scam you off a feat, scam you off a fuckin’ beat
Fuck with me, you’ll end up 10 fuckin’ feet
You’re just a fuckin’ leech, get the fuck off my back
You’re nothing and that’s a motherfuckin’ fact
Bitch, you’re nothing so stop bluffing
Dumbass bitch, you’re nothing so stop bluffing
Stop bluffing, stop bluffing cause you’re nothing, bitch
Ay, got your bitch blushing, but I did nothing
All these songs I, be crushing
All your songs, you be rushing, be rushing
Bitch, be rushing
You better not fuck around with me
You better not fuck around with me
You better not fuck around with me
You better not fuck around with me
You better not fuck around with me
You better not fuck around with me
You better not fuck around with me
You better not fuck around with me
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6. |
6 dogs tribute
02:42
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Cream soda Faygo, damn, I'm still dreamin'
They hate on me, I don't know the reason
Finna wake 'em all up 'cause I know they sleepin'
I'm wide awake but, shit, I'm still dreamin'
Cream soda Faygo, damn, I'm still dreamin'
They hate on me, I don't know the reason
Finna wake 'em all up 'cause I know they sleepin'
I'm wide awake but, shit, I'm still dreamin'
I wanna whip them cars now
I'm thankful for these scars now
I wanna whip them cars now
I'm thankful for these scars now
Got the kids jumping like it's recess
Just spend the bands then I reset
Reset, reset
I just spend the bands then I...
Reset, reset
Hey, you need to reset
And I'm counting bands like a motherfucking math test
Yeah, they talk that toxic, but I'm way past it
And she wanna get with me, 'cause she know I'm up next
Money counter, money counter
Yeah, this shit gon' count with or without her
Money counter, money counter
Yeah, this shit gon' count with or without her
Cream soda Faygo, damn, I'm still dreamin'
They hate on me, I don't know the reason
Finna wake 'em all up 'cause I know they sleepin'
I'm wide awake but, shit, I'm still dreamin'
Cream soda Faygo, damn, I'm still dreamin'
They hate on me, I don't know the reason
Finna wake 'em all up 'cause I know they sleepin'
I'm wide awake but shit, I'm, still dreamin'
Yeah, I don't need her
Shorty, she a tweaker
Swear that I need her
I was in the bleachers
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7. |
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Cotton candy, lolipop
Blow up, then I pop, call that hyperpop
Take the money, then I hop
Then I hop, then I hop
Then I hop, then I pop
Then I pop, then I pop
Cotton candy, lolipop
Blow up, then I pop, call that hyperpop
Take the money, then I hop
Then I hop, then I hop
Then I hop, then I pop
Then I pop, then I pop
Cotton candy, lolipop
Blow up, then I pop, call that hyperpop
Take the money, then I hop
Then I hop, then I hop
Then I hop, then I pop
Then I pop, then I pop
Make this beat, then I chop n’ slop
I don’t wanna flop, you know this a bop
You know this a bop
Now dance, now dance
Now, now dance, now dance
Dance ‘till you’re tired
Dance ‘till you’re tired
Dance ‘till you’re tired
Dance ‘till you’re tired
Dance ‘till you’re tired
Cotton candy, lolipop
Blow up, then I pop, call that hyperpop
Take the money, then I hop
Then I hop, then I hop
Then I hop, then I pop
Then I pop, then I pop
Cotton candy, lolipop
Blow up, then I pop, call that hyperpop
Take the money, then I hop
Then I hop, then I hop
Then I hop, then I pop
Then I pop, then I pop
Cotton candy, lolipop
Blow up, then I pop, call that hyperpop
Take the money, then I hop
Then I hop, then I hop
Then I hop, then I pop
Then I pop, then I pop
Cotton candy, lolipop
Blow up, then I pop, call that hyperpop
Take the money, then I hop
Then I hop, then I hop
Then I hop, then I pop
Then I pop, then I pop
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8. |
prolly (feat. YXKO)
02:02
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Off the molly, at the party
Off the molly, at the party
She asked me, “do you want to fuck”? I said, “prolly”
Prolly, prolly, prolly
Prolly, prolly, prolly
Prolly, prolly
Fuck your sneak disses
All your “hits” are nothing but misses
Fuck you and your shitty mixes
Smash your bitch, like some fuckin’ dishes
Then I give her some kisses
She suckin’ up my liquids
She keeps sending me some pictures
But I don’t miss her, but I still kiss her
This shit so hard, I’m gonna whisper
(You know this shit ain’t a fuckin’ skipper)
Off the molly, at the party
Off the molly, at the party
She asked me, “do you want to fuck”? I said, “prolly”
Prolly, prolly, prolly
Prolly, prolly, prolly
Prolly, prolly
Off the molly, at the party
Off the molly, at the party
She asked me, “do you want to fuck”? I said, “prolly”
Prolly, prolly, prolly
Prolly, prolly, prolly
Prolly, prolly
Blow ya head off like it’s fuckin’ scanners
If I catch you, you get bludgeoned with a hammer
I’m a thief, bitch, I ain’t a scammer
But I got my name printed on a banner
I could beat you in a DM on unreal tour
I’m talkin ’99 not that fuckin’ ’04
This ain’t CS 1.6, ain’t no C4
Still I blow your ass up with the redeemer
Off the molly, at the party
Off the molly, at the party
She asked me, “do you want to fuck”? I said, “prolly”
Prolly, prolly, prolly
Prolly, prolly, prolly
Prolly, prolly
Off the molly, at the party
Off the molly, at the party
She asked me, “do you want to fuck”? I said, “prolly”
Prolly, prolly, prolly
Prolly, prolly, prolly
Prolly, prolly
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9. |
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I’m off the DXM
Taking money out the ATM
Bitches be like, “I wanna be them”
Fully loaded fuckin’ clips
I’m on a acid trip
Acid on my fuckin’ lip
This lean, I’m gonna sip
Make that money, then I dip
Hop into the foreign whip
Gucci on my fuckin’ hips
Gucci on my fuckin’ ribs
(I’m off DXM, I’m off the DXM)
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10. |
greed (feat. 29 CouTT)
02:17
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11. |
g’LOSS
01:53
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I’m reppin’ g’LOSS
I cannot take a loss
Make some music, then I, fuckin’ toss
Come across
I’m reppin’ g’LOSS
I cannot take a loss
Make some music, then I, fuckin’ toss
Come across, throw you, then I fuckin’ toss
Then I fuckin’ toss, then I fuckin’ toss
Yeah, I got the fuckin’ sauce
Onto better things
I’m an angel, you’re my wings
Onto better things, onto better things
Broken heart, did you love me from the heart?
Broken heart, did you love me from the heart?
I’m reppin’ g’LOSS
I cannot take a loss
Make some music, then I, fuckin’ toss
Come across, throw you, then I fuckin’ toss
Then I fuckin’ toss, then I fuckin’ toss
Yeah, I got the fuckin’ sauce
I’m reppin’ g’LOSS
I cannot take a loss
Make some music, then I, fuckin’ toss
Come across, throw you, then I fuckin’ toss
Then I fuckin’ toss, then I fuckin’ toss
Yeah, I got the fuckin’ sauce
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12. |
dreams (interlude)
01:02
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13. |
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(Oh real, oh get a go)
(Oh real, oh get a hoe)
(Oh, get ‘em)
(Oh, get ‘em)
(Feeling like I don’t exist)
(Feeling like I don’t exist)
Give my whole life for something that I just did
Long live king, but I’m still prince
Don’t matter if I don’t exist
No matter, if I don’t exist
Does it really matter, if I don’t?
I been living all my life stoned
Does it really matter, if I don’t?
I been living all my life stoned
Bitch, what the fuck is a goya?
Your bitch got sunnymingo as a poster
Living all the ways you’re not supposed to
Who the fuck that cracker with a gold tooth
Honestly, I’m feeling more like Betty bop
That’s why your bitch look like Fetty Wap
Uh, uh
Scare you down to the soul
I want you gone, that’s my goal
I wanted us as a couple, as a whole
All this love that you fuckin’ stole, I’ll never get back
All you did was shoot me in the back
All you did was shoot me in the back
All you did was shoot me in the back
All you did was shoot me in the back
All you did was shoot me in the back
All you did was shoot me in the back
All you did was shoot me in the back
All you did was shoot me in the back
All you did was shoot me in the back
All you did was shoot me in the back
All you did was shoot me in the back
All you did was shoot me in the back
Give my whole life for something that I just did
Long live king, but I’m still prince
Don’t matter if I don’t exist
No matter, if I don’t exist
Does it really matter, if I don’t?
I been living all my life stoned
Does it really matter, if I don’t?
I been living all my life stoned
Yeah, yeah, aye, uh
It be like that, it be like that
It be like that, yeah
Uh, it be like that sometimes
It be like that sometimes
It be like that sometimes
It be like that sometimes
You wake up in the morning and you don’t wanna wake up
It be like that sometimes
I don’t wanna wake up, cause it be like that sometimes
Aye, yeah, aye
When you wanna punch somebody, in the face
Even though you can’t, because you’ll catch a case
It be like that, it be like that
It-it be like that, it be like that, yeah
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14. |
anymore
01:16
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Anymore, anymore
Anymore, anymore
I don’t care, anymore, anymore
I don’t care, anymore, anymore
Gucci rugs on my floor
Expensive jackets on my door
Expensive clothes in my drawers
I got shit I never wore, gotta make this money, gotta make more
I’m buying some Dior, I gotta hit this high score
Gotta hit this high score, gotta hit this high score
Gotta hit this high score, gotta hit this high score
Making these racks now, making these stacks now
Making these racks now
Cause I’m making these racks now
Making stacks now, making these racks now
Anymore, anymore
Anymore, anymore
I don’t care, anymore, anymore
I don’t care, anymore, anymore
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Onto better things, onto better things
Onto better things, onto better days
Onto better things, o-
Going through a maze, bumping shoegaze
Onto better things, onto better things
Onto better things, onto better days
Onto better things, onto better days
Going through a maze, bumping shoegaze
Four rings, four kings, angel wings
Play with me, like I’m on strings
I will pay, for all-l-l
Razor blade, goes through my fuckin’ skin
Cut off my fuckin’ limbs, cut off my fuckin’ limbs
I got some issues, so you better not test them
You don’t know where I’m from, boy you better run
Or you’re fuckin’ done, sugar gum, laser gun, taser gun
Where your bitches at? You get none
Onto better things, onto better things
Onto better things, onto better days
Onto better things, onto better days
Going through a maze, bumping shoegaze
Onto better things, onto better things
Onto better things, onto better days
Onto better things, onto better days
Going through a maze, bumping shoegaze
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