[Intro]
Oh, yeah, yeah, for real
[?]
Ayy, ayy, can y'all be quiet?
Ayy, bruh, for real, for real
I'm tryna do my fucking mix, bro, be quiet
You are tuning into slowsilver.fm
Bro, I said, "Shut the fuck up"
My penis is massive
slowsilver03
Borzoi
glaive
[Part I: Kevin Kazi - Uki]
[Intro]
Loesoe goin' crazy
[Chorus]
I'm too tired for all this
I just wanted you to notice
I've been losing focus
Living life, forgetting moments
Are you ready for it?
Tell me if you're ready for it
I don't walk, I'm floating
Ghost just like a horror story
I'm too tired for all this
I'm too tired for all— I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm too, I'm too tired for all this
(I'm-I'm too) I just wanted you to notice
(I'm too) I've been losing focus
(I'm too, I'm too, I'm too, I'm-I'm too) Living life, forgetting moments
Are-are-are you ready for it?
Tell me if you're ready for it
I don't walk, I'm floating
(I'm too, I'm too, I'm too, I'm-I'm too) Ghost just like a horror story
[Verse]
G-g-grave my home
Bathe in stones
Play like you're right
And say I'm gone
I'm your blood type
Baby, I'm your clone
If you leave at night
Don't be out for long
Tryna break a pattern, hope you know you matter
Girl, I'm just an addict (Girl, I'm just an addict)
Colored lights, FaceTime calls
Sleeping in the attic (I was sleeping in the attic)
N.Y.C. 2019, I swear we went to Saturn (Girl, we went to fucking Saturn)
You told me that you need me and climbed me like a ladder
[Chorus]
I'm too tired for all this
I'm too tired for all— I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm too, I'm too tired for all this
(I'm-I'm too) I just wanted you to notice
(I'm too) I've been losing focus
(I'm too, I'm too, I'm too, I'm-I'm too) Living life, forgetting moments
Are-are-are you ready for it?
Tell me if you're ready for it
I don't walk, I'm floating
(I'm too, I'm too, I'm too, I'm-I'm too) Ghost just like a horror story
[Part II: mochila - ˜”*°•.𝘣𝘺𝘦 𝘣𝘺𝘦]
[Intro]
I've been rolling for a week, am I even high? (Skress; side)
On the other side
What was I? (Neilaworld)
Yeah, I'll see you on the other side
Bye, bye
I said, "Bye, bye"
[Chorus]
I said, "Bye, bye"
I've been rolling for a week, am I even high? (Even high)
I don't feel alive
Blood drip from 'round my neck, don't feel pain inside
Don't feel pain inside
I said, "Bye, bye" (Bye, bye)
I've been rolling for a week, am I even high?
I don't feel alive
Blood drip from 'round my neck, I don't feel pain inside
Don't feel pain inside, don't feel pain inside
[Verse 1]
As the dream starts (Woah, dream starts)
What am I? (What am I?) Notice I
Yeah, what do you find?
I'm a demon you can never hide, suicide
It's just on my mind
You can try to save me [?] one more time
[?] I try to close my eyes
Yeah, I'm waiting for you, I'm on the other side
On the other side
Looking inside
So I said, "Bye, bye"
[Bridge]
Yeah, I said, "Bye, bye"
So I said, "Bye, bye"
I said, "Bye, bye"
Bye, bye
So I said, "Bye, bye"
Who am I?
Looking from the outside
I said, "Bye, bye"
[Chorus]
So I said, "Bye, bye"
I've been rolling for a week, am I even high? (Even high)
I don't feel alive
Blood drip from 'round my neck, don't feel pain inside
Don't feel pain inside
I said, "Bye, bye" (Bye, bye)
I've been rolling for a week, am I even high?
I don't feel alive
Blood drip from 'round my neck, I don't feel pain inside
Don't feel pain inside, don't feel pain inside, don't feel pain inside
[Verse 2]
Within these four walls
I've been crying, crying
I will never be the same even if I tried
Yeah, my mama used to tell me that I'll be alright
Now you'll never see nobody ever by my side
I said, "Bye, bye"
Yeah, my demons really tell me everything I like
Yeah, my demons really tell me everything I like
Yeah, you will never see me under angel's light
Under angel's light
[Outro]
I said, "Bye, bye"
Bye, bye
Bye, bye
[Part III: slowsilver03 - ten ton truck]
[Intro: glaive]
Hi Dopa, haha
[Chorus: kurtains, glaive & kurtains]
And if a double-decker bus crashes into us
To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck kills the both of us
To die by your side, well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine
And if a double-decker bus crashes into us
To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck kills the both of us
To die by your side, well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine
[Verse: glaive]
Take me out tonight, take me anywhere
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought, "Oh God, my chance has come at last"
But then a strange fear gripped me and I just couldn't ask
[Chorus: glaive]
And if a double-decker bus crashes into us
To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck kills the both of us
To die by your side, well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine
And if a double-decker bus crashes into us
To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die
[Outro: glaive]
Fuck
[Part IV: glaive - Monster (Creatures Lie Here) [Remix]]
[Intro: Meg Frampton]
Monster, how should I feel?
Creatures lie here, looking through the window
King moa
[Chorus: glaive]
I hid the meth pipe
She looking very nice
I hid the meth pipe (My-my-my-my penis is massive)
You talking shit, it's not very nice (slowsilver03; Hi, Dopa, haha)
I hid the meth pipe
She looking very nice
I hid the meth pipe
You talking shit, it's not very nice
[Bridge: Meg Frampton]
Monster, how should I feel?
How should I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I—
[Chorus: glaive]
I hid the meth pipe
She looking very nice
I hid the meth pipe
You talking shit, it's not very nice
I hid the meth pipe
She looking very nice
I hid the meth pipe
You talking shit, it's not very nice
[Outro: glaive]
I hid the meth pipe
She looking very nice
I hid the meth pipe
You talking shit, it's not very nice (Hi, Dopa, haha)
[Part V: rainfield - chelseahotel#2]
[Intro]
Twenty-one
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, keep my distance
Dish rack, dirty dishes
Dirty beeswax
It's just not your business
Drinking decaf, I can't be up too late
I'm so geeked that I can't feel my own face
[Chorus]
White shirt, black slacks, 5th Saks Avenue
Nice socks, nice shoes, just shit attitude
Won't find it hard to remember you
Cocktails, hotel, chelsea number two
White shirt, black slacks, 5th Saks Avenue
Nice socks, nice shoes, just shit attitude
Won't find it hard to remember you
Cocktails, hotel, chelsea number two
[Bridge]
Eh, eh, eh
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, keep my distance
Dish rack, dirty dishes
Dirty beeswax
It's just not your business
Drinking decaf, I can't be up too late
I'm so geeked that I can't feel my own face
[Chorus]
White shirt, black slacks, 5th Saks Avenue
Nice socks, nice shoes, just shit attitude
Won't find it hard to remember you
Cocktails, hotel, chelsea number two
White shirt, black slacks, 5th Saks Avenue
Nice socks, nice shoes, just shit attitude
Won't find it hard to remember you
Cocktails, hotel, chelsea number two
(Cocktails, hotel, chelsea number two)
[Part VI: caspr - Don't Wanna Dance (feat. Pasto Flocco)]
[Intro: caspr]
Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh (Trueys jeans and they cost me)
[?]
[Chorus: caspr]
Bitch, I'm on drugs— wanna dance
I just copped designer—
I-I-I know— I understand
— Not a fan
Had to get it from the dirt, bloody nose and bloody—
Bitch, I'm counting cash right now
[Verse 1: caspr & Pasto Flocco]
Get hit 'cause you walk with a gun out
Troublemaker, he don't walk when the sun out-out-out, walk when the sun, when the sun out
Think about cash all the way 'til the sun down
Neck tats, she wanna fuck
Hit on my phone and she giving it up
She be fuckin' with the whole gang
And the whole gang, we be messing it up
She my trap queen, b-b-b-ba-bando
Handle, what's your handle?
Take you apart, yeah, dismantle, dismantle, disma-a-a-a—
[Chorus: caspr]
On-on-on-on-on dru-u-u-u— wanna dance
I just copped designer pant—
I-I-I know— I understand
— Not a fan
Had to get it from the dirt, bloody nose and bloody— bangs
Bitch, I'm counting cash right now
[Verse 1: caspr & Pasto Flocco]
Get hit 'cause you walk with a gun out
Troublemaker, he don't walk when the sun out-out-out, walk when the sun, when the sun out
Think about cash all the way 'til the sun down
Neck tats, she wanna fuck
Hit on my phone and she giving it up
[Part VI: ericdoa - Peroxide]
[Intro]
Mochi and Skress my brothers 'til death
(I love you, Mochila)
[Chorus]
Baby, it's just me and you, so don't act surprised
I can show you how we do it on the other side
If you look into my soul, tell me what's inside
I'm afraid of the truth, leave me horrified
Burn like peroxide
Baby, it's just me and you, so don't act so surprised
I can show you how we do it on the other side
If you look into my soul, tell me what's inside
I'm afraid of the truth, leave you horrified
Burn like peroxide
[Verse]
Bright lights stay blinding me
I feel your energy, you're nearby
So damn fine
Hurt me, love me, at the same time
She an angel, spread her wings, like a butterfly
I don't think I'll ever lose, bitch, I'll never die
You keep stalking on my page, just like FBI
You try to do the right thing, still get crucified
I'm throwing money in the air, watch it multiply
Remember last year? I never got a reply
Now you lookin' at your phone, hopin' I comply
Only for one night, next day I catch a flight
[Bridge]
Next day catch a flight
In my brain just like a parasite
[Chorus]
Baby, it's just me and you, so don't act so surprised
I can show you how we do it on the other side
If you look into my soul, tell me what's inside
I'm afraid of the truth, leave me horrified
Burn like peroxide
Baby, it's just me and you, so don't act so surprised
I can show you how we do it on the other side
If you look into my soul, tell me what's inside
I'm afraid of the truth, leave you horrified
Burn like peroxide
[Outro]
Where do I begin
Crawling out of my own skin
I'll confess to you my sins, I
[Part VII: mochila - SUPERCHARGED #GLEE]
[Intro]
Woo
Ayy
Yeah, yeah (Chai)
Yeah (Rio)
Ayy
[Chorus]
SRT, SRT, you can't test me, yeah, I'm supercharged
Pull up— SRT
New b-new b-new bag, bought it, told me that she want it
All these bands, bricks up in my attic, feel like Gotit-feel like Gotit
[Verse 1]
Don't talk to— Ch-ch-ch-choppa
She gon' air my crib out if I don't rock with her
That bitch said, "Pretty please
Eat that pussy on your knees"
I swear we would bitch you, flash a red beam all up on my teeth, ayy
Red Glock, two Glock, one Glock, two Glock
Bustin' through the roof, I shoot that bitch, I shoot at 2 o'clock
She see my name and, yeah, she see the triple sevens
She be playin all these games and I resent it, yeah
[Chorus]
SRT, SRT, you can't test me, yeah, I'm supercharged
Pull up— SRT
New b-new b-new bag, bought it, told me that she want it
All these bands, bricks up in my attic, feel like Gotit feel like Gotit
[Verse 1]
Don't talk to me, she said she got that choppa
She gon' air my crib out if I don't rock with her
That bitch said, "Pretty please
[Part VIII: Pitfall - rebecca black]
[Intro]
I want to have sex with Rebecca Black so bad
I will literally leave my children for you, Rebecca, please
[Chorus]
Stars on the roof, note that this is not a Benz
Bitch, I'm smoking blunts, I'm sippin' drank until the end
Feelin' like it's Friday, go and get my friends
Can Rebecca Black throw it back? Asking for a friend
[Verse]
Off a couple pills, vision blurry
Think I saw a ghost, I just called up Bill Murray
They talking shit but there's no need to worry
Hollow points go through your chest in a flurry
[Chorus]
Stars on the roof, note that this is not a Benz
Bitch, I'm smoking blunts, I'm sippin' drank until the end
Feelin' like it's Friday, go and get my friends
Can Rebecca Black throw it back? Asking for a friend
[Part IX: ericdoa - pain n b]
[Intro]
Pain, agony, and suffering
Pain, agony, and suffering
Yeah, fucking ericdoa flex on 'em, bruh
Yeah
Uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh (Lemme take y’all back real quick, bro)
[Verse]
Yeah
Sippin' 1942, I feel like I could fly
See the way I look at you, it's not the same through my own eyes
And I don't think she love me, 'cause she said my music fye
I call up my brothers, get ready to slide
Tell her hold on quick, gon' lose my mind
Yeah, but it's like that
He a pussy, I know he won't fight back
I get lost, she gon' ask where my mind at
I got movie clips, boy, like a IMAX
If they hatin' on me, I won't write back
Grab the glick and I'm gone, I'll be right back
Man, one day I won't care 'bout a price tag
'Cause I need it right now
Listen please help me out
Fuck with mid, don't smoke loud
Yeah, Neila show, hop in the crowd
Still gon' ask what it's 'bout
And I just hope that you just proud
And I just hope that you just proud
[Outro]
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Yeah, hahaha, this is fucking stupid
[Part X: Loser - california]
[Chorus]
I'm so stuck, she's in my head
I think she's better off without me
I want her love, she wants me dead
I guess we'll never both be happy, no
And I'm sorry to inform ya
But you're the only thing I hate about California
I'm sorry to inform inform ya
But you're the only thing I hate about California
[Verse 1]
I'm even fine with the traffic
Fine with the fact you can never get past it
Fine with the price tags, fine with the plastic
Fine with the smog and the fire and bad shit
You said you'd move on but here you are calling my phone
I don't see why I'd pick up, that's—
[Part XI: Josef Rheinberger - Sanctus (From 'Mass in E flat major' aka 'Cantus Missae')]
[Instrumental]
[Part XII: Autumn! - Gotta Keep Going!]
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse]
I love my momma, she proud of me
Fuck everybody that doubted me, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Tryna be me, better back down
This chopper on me got a hundred rounds
N***a act up, we gon' gun him down
She used to laugh, wanna fuck me now
Fucked that lil' ho, then I kicked her out, ha
Used to clean toilets, can never do that again
She on her knees like she's praying at the Vatican
All of this money, could never be mad again
Ain't talking money, n***a, you just babbling
Life got more fun when a n***a start travelling
Put a lil' rack on his head, like I'm balancing
I'm still going through some shit, and it's challenging
Ha, for real though
Ha, still need a nympho
Got a little money, now everybody kinfolk
Twin Uzi's, yeah, them hoes akimbo
Still beat a lil' n***a ass like Kimbo
Bro, I swear I don't know none of these n***as hating, like, what I gotta pretend for?
N***a just mad 'cause he been broke
I remember way back, n***as called Ben broke
Now, the same n***as ain't got shit to say when I pull up
In a motherfuckin' Benzo
Still tryna cop the Porsche next summer, I ain't fucking with the rental
[Chorus]
Still gotta lot of shit on my mind
And it's fucking with my mental
They say, "Autumn, boy, you in yo' prime
You just gotta keep goin'"
Still gotta lot of shit on my mind
And it's fucking with my mental
They say, "Autumn, boy, you in yo' prime
You just gotta keep goin'"
[Outro]
Shut your fucking mouth
Shut the fuck up, you cunt
Gotcha, bitch
