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0 (Intro)
01:58
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Original music sampled : "Stoned Soul Picnic" by Roy Ayers.
GO LISTEN TO ROY AYERS.
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I (prod. 4LEEF)
02:09
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RIP Lord Infamous
RIP Koopsta
Lets go
You muthafuckaz want some anna
I will empty out the full clip
Pink rag jammed up in the mag
I'm a pretty bitch
Send they ass a Key of Gold Medal
On some Fuckshit
No, better yet Kroger brand
They don't deserve it
Slangin brown all day never touch Fetty
If your test strips positive, shit gon get deadly
I don't want no China in my Talibanistan ounce
If you can't dig it
Get the fuck up out my crack house
Dirty 30s stay away
I got the real in the trunk
Vacuum sealed all up
Like Peep got from Nick once
Crack a baby open
While i'm watching Fate:(Grand) Order
Flualprazolam like a bunny
Hoppin over borders
So much grey market RCs
They put me on Hoarders
So much OG Kush in my lungs
COPD quarters
I CANT BREATHE!
Rollin thru the city
Box Chevy if U need a dime
Every mans got his price
Bitch U know I got mines
(Verse 2 repeat sped up)
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(chorus)
Fat mackin in the back of the club
All my homies they be trippin
And they sippin on mud
Fat mackin in the back of the club
I been makin deals all day whodie
I dont give a fuck
Fat mackin in the back of the club
We got 25 guns
In case you wanna act up
Fat mackin in the back of the club
All my homies sippin gin
And they smokin on blunts
You can find me in the city
Rollin 45 deep
I dont trust nobody
I ain't got nothin to keep
I got a pocket full of warrants
And an MP7
I stay up all damn night
Like girls from 7/11
Been mackin 24/7
Yeah i'll sleep when i'm dead
Cuz I been runnin
I been gunnin
Tryna snatch this bread.
(chorus)
Fat mackin in the back of the club
All this chinese gutter oil
Got my stomach fucked up
Fat mackin in the back of the club
Off the Pins
Fuck a Xan
Bitch we gettin fucked up.
-slow-
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III (prod. grayskies)
02:38
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A wilted tulip
in a broken vase
A broken promise
and a list of flaws
The street lights beckon on an icy call
Nothing but a fantasy among these walls
Denial is a bitch, and we've met before
Anger and contempt knocking at my door
(Chorus)
If I fell into Hell,
Would you even care?
Would you shout out loud for more attention to bare?
(Bridge)
You only needed all that I could give
"How much is that to ask?" she said.
I never needed U anyway
U never needed me anyway
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(Chorus)
Fuck this shit
I'm goin home
I threw my phone out on the road
Fuck you too,
I hope you know
that you ain't shit to me no more
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(Verse 1)
Cynical
Critical
Like a Pinnacle
A pinnacle of gettin physical and actin criminal
Fuck you in your shitter, hoe
I'll just go back to doin Blow
Detroit speakin' Brown not some muthafuckin Coco
R.I.P. CoCo
R.I.P. Tilson
Fetty took em' from me ripped us up like fabric
Poof! fuckin Magic
Shits hella Tragic
Ya hook a muthafucka up with Pins on some lad shit
Then you turn your back
He straight dipped on a deal tip
To go fix fix with some trife bitch
That made ya both wait 40 fuckin' minutes
Now you're in a fuckin jam
What you bout to do, bitch?
P-P-Pistol packin
Often slackin
Lookin like a dumbass
I got 10 Dilaudid in my ass, ridin first class
Run up on me bitch i'll have you broken like a Scripto
I'm up in the pit, throwin 4's
U in the back row
(Chorus)
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(Portuguese - extremely roughly translated)
I'm about to make this party jump
Hit hit
Bumpin (x100)
---
Put your hands on the floor! (x100)
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V (prod. yung gravity)
01:44
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(chorus)
MISS ME WITH THAT FUCKSHIT
IM GOOD ON IT
IM SO DEPRESSED I WANNA DIE
I PUT THE HOOD ON IT (x2)
(verse 1)
EVERYDAY I WAKE UP WISH I DIDNT
COSMIC LONELINESS
CRYIN IN THE HONDA CIVIC
SHIT I MIGHT BE SAD
BUT YOU KNOW I STILL GOT CUSTIES
SERVIN SO MUCH CRACK AND PILLS
I HOPE THEY DONT BUST ME
MADE A QUICK 100 ON A DASH
I CANT LIE BRUH I MISS HER FUCKING ASS
SO YOU KNOW IM SMOKIN EXTRA GAS
LYRICA AND MORPHINE
BITCH IM BOUT TO BLAST
IM SO BORED WITH THESE
STREET DRUGS
IM SO BORED WITH THESE
FAKE DRUGGSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
RUN UP IN YO HOUSE
WITH THE 45
IF YOU SELLIN DIRTY 30s
MOTHERFUCKER BETTER HIDE
CUZ
IM VIGILANTE ON THIS SHIT, BITCH
YOU BETTER PRAY TO FUCKING GOD
YOU AIN'T GOT KIDS
(:
(chorus)
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Was it even ever worth it?
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
'cuz it was to me.
It was to me.
Do you think its gonna work this time though?
Do you think theres even gonna be a plan
For us-
sowecanhaveapicnic
andthenrunintothesunset
holdinghandsandthen
wecanalwaysdowhatwewant
andnoonecantellusshit
becausewegoteachotherallthetimeand-
Oh oh oh oh.
Lol.
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"It appears to be some radio interference from a nearby Pirate Radio station..."
(prod. kid plastic)
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Genre:
- Hard trance
- Tech trance
- UK Hard house
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(Chorus)
ERRBODY IN THIS BITCH
GETTIN FUCKED UP
POP A PILL, SMOKE A BLUNT, GRAB A DAMN CUP!
FAT MACKIN OUT FRONT WITH THE BUB
GOT A BOX IN THE TRUCK
SEALED PINTS OF THE MUD
(Verse 1)
CATCH ME RIDIN DIRTY
IN THE CUT
WITH A QUARTER OUNCE
OF ICE & COCAINE IN THE TRUNK
I JUST SOLD A LOOSE GRAM OF SOME MF BUNK
CUT IT WITH THE FUNK
IN THE END ITS ALL JUNK
SWERVIN DOWN THE STREET
TRASH BAG FULL OF WEED
BUT DAMN THESE KLONOPINS AND DIPHENHYDRAMINES
GOT ME TEED
IMMA TELL YALL MUTHAFUCKAZ WHAT I REALLY NEED
I'M BOUT TO PULL THIS CAR OVER
LEVEL OUT, SHOOT SOME SPEED.
(Verse 2)
LUNGS FILLED UP WITH SOME
FUCKIN SOUR TANGIE
DOUBLE CUP FILLED UP
WITH PURPLE SOUR CANDY
BABY TEK WITH THE AIR HOLES
POINTED AT YA
I AINT GONNA HAVE TO USE IT
UNLESS YOU WANT THAT ANNA
YOU GONNA GET WHATS COMIN TO YOU, KEVIN.
YOU BURNT SO MANY BRIDGES
NOW YOUR LIFE'S LIKE TOWER 7
(NO ONE KNOWS AND NO ONE CARES!)
I SEE YOU LOOKIN AT ME
UP AND DOWN SIDEWAYS
BUT DON'T WORRY
IT WAS A BB GUN ANYWAY...
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Genre:
- Industrial hip-hop
- Experimental hip-hop
- Trap
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VIII (prod. Smerk)
01:55
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(chorus)
I'm at the plug's house and you know we rollin
Task Force Bitch Mob and we totin'
Shotgun strappin never lackin
Bitch you know it
I got some Flubromazolam comin from Poland.
Tankin with the K
I'm not talkin weapons
I be talkin bout the tranq
What you say?
What'd you say?
I been smokin too much crank
I been up for like 6 muthafuckin days
Buprenorphine in my veins
I been sippin hella water
While my dinner is some Lays
(chorus)
And you know i'm smokin
Supercharger in my lungs
Got me chokin
-slow-
Got some pints of the potion
If you want some hit my line
You'll get the ocean
Pints of the potion
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12. |
IX (feat. Tennis Chains)
01:16
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Blood in my veins
Blood in my eyes
I wish I could feel what U decide
I wish I could dive into UR emerald eyes
I wanna dive head first in a pool of UR lies
& Aw little mama I want that saccharine love
that makes my blood sugar rise
(chorus)
You're the perfect eraser
Just put it on paper
Just you only you
I wanna take a sip of UR skin
I wanna dive head straight first into your sin
I wanna swan dive right into your eyes
I wanna land a Tre-flip right between UR thighs
!!!
(chorus)
JUST YOU.
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X (prod. kid plastic)
01:05
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MY HEART IT BEATS THE NERVES
RIGHT OUT MY FUCKING BODY
YOU TREAT ME LIKE A GOD
I'M NOTHING BUT A ZOMBIE
IM SICK OF ALL THE LUST
I MASK WITH DRUGS
TO KEEP YOU AWAY
YOU NEVER ACKNOWLEDGE
YOUR PROBLEMS
MAYBE YOU WILL TODAY
MY HEART
MY HEART
BEATS HARD ENOUGH
2 KILL U
(x2)
FUCK IT
IF I WANNA DISAPPEAR I JUST MIGHT
JUST TO GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM YOU
AND ALL THE DAMN FIGHTS
MAYBE ILL JUST SURF COUCHES
SOMEWHERE IN NEW YORK CITY
WHERE I CAN DO
WHAT I WANT
WHEN I WANT
AND LOOK PRETTY
FUCK IT! GET VAXXED
JUST SO I CAN GO RAVE
AND IF SOMETHING GOES WRONG
FUCK IT, WHAT IS THERE TO SAVE?!
NOTHIN! :/
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Keep in line, keep in time with the drum
And don't forget we're nothing yet but Bed Marker!
Are you coming to or coming fro?
The understanding that I'm handing it to you
Or is that a job you won't dare do?
Listen pretty flower, there's a letter for you
You'll find it on the shelf
Though it was posted in Calcutta
& I know it's just another
Letter written 4 urself.
ooo oooo
Wе watch a distant drum a-flashing
On the beat in all his, Pierrot fashion...
(repeat refrain with lala's)
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Bed Marker Toledo, Ohio
Formed in 2020, Bed Marker was originally forged as a pseudonym to release all the music I made that didn't fit elsewhere
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