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PARTY ☆ POP !

by gazecloud

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1.
(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
2.
melody 01:37
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
3.
slowdive 02:13
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
4.
mockup 02:07
(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-
5.
better not 01:59
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
6.
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
7.
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
8.
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
9.
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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11.
g’LOSS 01:53
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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13.
(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
14.
anymore 01:16
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
15.
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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released June 4, 2023

★ PRODUCTION: SOFTCATFUR [ 1-8, 10-14 ] VNMP [ TRACK 8 ] + YUMERETTA [ TRACK 15 ]
☆ MIXING & MASTERING: SOFTCATFUR

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