- BLACK BALLOONS
[Chorus: Denzel Curry & Twelve'len]
Hot pink, Valentine red
Black balloons, over my head
Let it float, let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Let it float, let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
- CLOUT COBAIN
[Video Intro]
I give you, Denzel Curry!
[Pre-Chorus]
I just wanna feel myself, you want me to kill myself
Man, I been on my own, Lord, I'ma need some help
I just wanna feel myself, you want me to kill myself
Man, it's been so damn long, dealing with the things I've felt
- Good Night ft. Twelve'len x Nell
[Hook: Denzel Curry]
Even if they hit me on sight
Everything gon be alright
Everybody have a good night
We gon make it to the daylight
[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
It's ironic how it's crabs in the bucket but I'm coming from the sea
- Heartless
[Intro]
Boop Boop Boop Boop Boop Boop
Bap Bap Blap Blap Blap Blap
[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
My gun got diarrhea when it
Boop boop boop boop boop
Y'all niggas with that barking shit
- Nostalgic 64
Треклист:
01 - Intro
02 - Zone 3
03 - Parents
04 - Dark & Violent [feat. JK The Rapper, Nell]
05 - Threatz [feat. Robb Banks, Yung Simmie]
06 - Mystical Virus Pt. 3 The Scream
[feat. Lil Ugly Mane, Mike G]
- Parents
[Hook:]
Your momma ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
And then you realize that life is a bitch
With a dirty white tee and some dirty ass kicks
And you got no money so you can't feed the jit
Your momma ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
And then you realize that life is a bitch
Got no education so you got to be the chick
- TABOO l TA13OO
[Intro]
Denny Cascade
Denny Cascade
Denny Cascade
Mmmm, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Welcome to the darker side of "TA13OO"
- ULTIMATE РИНГТОН
I am the one, don't weigh a ton
Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street
Under the sun, the bastard son
Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
By any means, your enemies my enemies
We wet them up like a canteen
The yellow tape surrounds the fate
Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates
- Widescreen
Yesterday I had a talk with my reverend
About how I traded my soul to get a skeleton
Of Lucifer, so a nigga can mount it on his wall
Hella high, hella high so an angel can never fall
Smoking on the mystical chronic from a shaman
Disguised as Andre Young with razor blades under the tongue
Hopefully his speech impediments might call upon, petchulants
So he can rip the wings off Cosmo, and Pegasus