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XXXTentacion - Look At Me: The Album Lyrics



XXXTentacion - Look At Me: The Album Lyrics






vice city

Hey there you, looking for brighter season
Need to lay your burden down
Hey there you, drowning in a helpless feeling
Buried under deeper ground

I seem depressed, always being bothered never less
Keeping me out of prison and putting me to the test
They ask me what is happiness, you write it on a cheque
Or you feel it on the sweat, when your dick is in the breast

Hey there you
When the lights go out and you're on your own
Hey there you
When the lights go out and you're on your own

If death is what it seems, why is it so vividly portrayed within my dreams?
The fear of understanding the Devil's running his course
Pitchers not receivers, it's coming straight from the source
Remorse, as this time becomes a factor, minds full of greed, exposing your benefactors
Backwards, pace backwards, everybody is superficial
Only breaching the surface, surface upon the Earth
And flames engulf the Earth, and prized possessions, they incinerate
This is far beyond any director tried to demonstrate
See the record, here's the record, take the record, set it straight
Perplexed, only receive slumber when that heaven gates
And this is fairly simple for your breath, try and contemplate your conversates
Hesitate and navigate your inner traits
Back to a time where minds were just matter
If you stated opinions then bones would begin to shatter
It didn't matter back then cause there was no reacting, acting up
Chevy in black, Acura
Accurate facts put the black in fact
If you thought that you are free, you should disregard that
All facts

Hey there you
When the lights go out and you're on your own
Young X'ster, call me a young Dexter
Hey there you
When the lights go out and you're on your own
My hypothesis, is, death ain't shit
Hey there you
I'd rather die than be alive in this life
When the lights go out and you're on your own
Honestly full of strive and strive
Hey there you
When the lights go out and you're on your own

Hey there you
Try to stand up on your own two feet, and, stumblin'
Hey there you
Try to stand up on your own two feet, and, stumblin'
Hey there you
Try to stand up on your own two feet, and, stumblin'
Through the sky
Through-through the sky

Hey there you
When the lights go out and you're on your own
Hey there you
When the lights go out and you're on your own
Hey there you
When the lights go out and you're on your own
Hey there you
When the lights go out and you're on your own

Hey there you
Try to stand up on your own two feet, and, stumblin'
Hey there you
Try to stand up on your own two feet, and, stumblin'
Hey there you
Try to stand up on your own two feet, and, stumblin'
Through the sky
Through-through the sky
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Writer: Jahseh Onfroy, Laura Pauline Amanda Mvula, Steven James Brown, Tiu Duwane Sosefo
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




NEVER

Say, You said somethin
Type of one or two
A cab comes, You and I
Do or die
Skies are grey so you flew a kite
We knew
And I'll take
My lifetime everyday
So you'll awake
And I know

You, I
We die
It's so hard to take
This time, our flight
We won't ever break
It's all I know
You can't never say
You, I
We die
It's so hard to take
This time, our flight
We won't ever break
It's hard, I know
You can't never say

The end just never comes, ooohh
The end just never comes, ooohh
The end just never comes, ooohh
The end just never comes, ooohh
The end just never comes, ooohh
The end just never comes, ooohh
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Writer: Jahseh Onfroy
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




rare

Very f*cking holy, very f*cking rare
Marvelous, absolutely mother f*cking marvelous, dog
Marvelous (I have this dream)
Tell these f*ck niggas I said, "Very rare," yeah
(That one day I go missing, I disappear)
(And no one can find me)

Ayy, I'm an asshole with a cash flow (ayy, yeah)
I got a bad bitch, she got a pretty pussy (ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah)
I beat the bitch like Ray Rice (yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy)
She won't testify if you ask her (yeah, ayy, ayy, word)
I got molly all on my dick (yeah, yeah)
Hold up, that's molly all on my dick (yeah, yeah)
I got a .40 Glock and that drum, nigga (ayy, ayy, whoa)
So when I shoot the shit, it go, "Ayy" (ayy, whoa, yeah)

Which of you niggas is about it? (Gang)
And I slap the f*cker, he unconscious (gang)
You rock Hilfiger fixing to kill niggas
To make the bills bigger, he won't find us (god damn yeah, gang)
Now I play my role to get by (gang, whoa)
I won't harm a fly 'til I'm tried (gang, damn)
Burn the f*cker, never yearned the f*cker
I'ma leave the body in Dubai, ayy
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Writer: Elliot Onofrio, Jahseh Onfroy
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




FUXK

I got work up on me, f*ck that house, I hit that f*cking lick
F*ck the state and f*ck all of them feds that totin' with my bitch
I been going hard with Forgiattos in the f*cking whip
I'm gonna f*ck your friends, get on your knees and suck my f*cking dick
It be like "X you not workin hard, you not droppin' shit"
I been shopping on my homies, dropping off them checks and shit
Smokin' dope, been like f*ck a po', been like a f*ck a hoe
Been like f*ck a bitch, looked at my wrist, got scars up on that shit
Everyday f*ck a verse, f*ck the heaven, f*ck Murk
F*ck the doctor that's gonna save me when I cut my f*cking heart
Out this socket, blast that rocket, leave my face upon that dirt
Oh my God, oh my, oh my

F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit
F*ck that shit, nigga f*ck that shit
F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit
F*ck that shit, nigga f*ck that shit
F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit
F*ck that shit, nigga f*ck that shit
F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit
F*ck that shit, nigga f*ck that shit

F*ck on your aunty, your mammy, your daughter
Superman that pussy, she call me father
Pull up she wetter wetter than a harbor
Ska-da ska-do-do-do with the revolver
Guns hangin' slangin', Billy The Kid
Hash slinging slasher post in the mist
Gold on my wrist and my dick in my bitch
Monster in the building, Lilo & Stitch
Come up out the pussy like a fade away
Watch me beat the kitty, Ryu
Beat the pussy bald no Caillou
Like a new toy I might try you
Mojo JoJo, groovy Austin Powers
Soul in the bowl bitch I will devour
I rain terror upon you f*cking cowards
Might want a feature but oh my f*cking God

Oh my God, oh my God
F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit
Oh my God, oh my God
Might f*ck your bitch, f*ck your bitch
Oh my God, oh my God
F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit
Oh my God, oh my God
Might f*ck your bitch, f*ck your bitch
Oh my God, oh my God
F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit
Oh my God, oh my God
F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit
Oh my God, oh my God
F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit
Oh my God, oh my God
F*ck that shit, f*ck that shit
Heeeeeeeee
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Writer: UNKNOWN WRITER, JAHSEH ONFROY
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




WingRiddenAngel

I shot an angel with my father's rifle
I should've set it free but I (our father)
I shot an angel with my father's rifle (hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come)
I should've set it free but I

Hush little angel, don't say a word
Bottle full of pills, passed out on the curb
Sun brings heat and it just won't snow
Noose like a necklace on my neck, won't go
I was too slow 'cause I won't understand
Blade for your cries, count a penny for my sins
Wifi's off and the lake don't stream
Wrist down the river, not across, wanna bleed

Grow your wings, fly away, fly away, fly away
You don't wanna stay, wanna stay, wanna stay
Grow your wings, fly away, fly away, fly away
You don't wanna stay, wanna stay, wanna stay

Wake up to your face
I'm straight-forward, f*ck a pace
What I want just so happened to be you
Couldn't picture being a moment in your shoes
When I think back to the kidney failures
Broken promise, I failed
I won't deny it, I held the ground you walk on
Heart stops, you walk away
You're good today, you're gone tomorrow
I carry my heart on my face, I'm so depressed
What good is sex?
I pray that you would love me less
And now it's here, hand on my chest

Grow your wings, fly away, fly away, fly away
You don't wanna stay, wanna stay, wanna stay
Grow your wings, fly away, fly away, fly away
You don't wanna stay, wanna stay, wanna stay
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Writer: Jahseh Onfroy
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




King of the Dead

Ay pick up the pace, tell 'em why I ain't finding no haze
Indeed I am ready, my outfit in vain
The needle in vein, I'm falling asleep
King of the dead, I sever your head
When shit touch the river, my rain will be fed
I touch the sky and bring life to the dead
I watch my demons become super saiyan
Oh, I'm not an orphan, death is my importance
Rush, without a soul, many will fold, feeling my bones
I say again
Oh, I'm not an orphan, death is my importance
Rush, without a soul, many will fold, feeling my bones
I say again

I'm out my mind, see fear in your eyes
I'm sick, I despise myself again
The tears never come, my body is numb
I feel like a God amongst the men
Cut out my eyes, feed me with lies that I don't never have to see again
I feel the hate, I feel the truth, I give the pain and the youth
F*ck the devil for your wealth, pistol chilling on my shelf
I control my own death, I don't need no f*cking help
F*ck the devil for your wealth, pistol chilling on my shelf
I control my own death, I don't need no f*cking help

[Thanks to freshhero622 for correcting these lyrics]
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Writer: Elliot Onofrio, Jahseh Onfroy, Spencer Gatts
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION (interlude)

F*ck nigga, what is your rank?
Take me to hell, bitch, I came
I rip the head off the Pope
I don't need love, I need dope

F*ck nigga, what is your rank?
Take me to hell, bitch, I came
I rip the head off the Pope
I don't need love, I need dope
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Writer: Jahseh Onfroy
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




ImSippinTeaInYoHood

Yo
Yo
Yo

Boy I'm sipping tea in yo hood
What the f*ck is up, you buttercup?
Purrp in that blunt, smoking suicide bloody blunts
Pussy boy you talking shit for Twitter, it ain't adding up
How these pussy niggas moving day to day, I've had enough
Post with that f*cking blade, bitch, I'll skin your face
Dick on that f*cking gun, I love it when they run
F*ck all that talking shit, do that shit for fun
F*ck 'round with these niggas, aye
Stab a body- f*ck do you mean?
Post with that Glock and that beam
Put that shit right in yo' spleen, aye
Run through yo hood, aye
F*ck nigga what's really good, aye
My niggas wish that you would, aye, aye

Bitch, I'm sippin' tea in yo hood
What the f*ck is up?
Bitch, I'm sippin' tea in yo hood
What the f*ck is up?
Bitch, I'm sippin' tea in yo hood
What the f*ck is up?
Bitch, I'm sippin' tea in yo
Aye, aye
Bitch, I'm sippin' tea in yo hood
What the f*ck is up?
Bitch, I'm sippin' tea in yo hood
What the f*ck is up?
Bitch, I'm sippin' tea in yo hood
What the f*ck is up?
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Writer: Jahseh Onfroy
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




I spoke to the devil in miami he said everything would be fine

And I'm always where the
Sun don't shine, the
Tears don't show, won't
Hurt me now 'cause
Heart's been broke, I
Hate myself but
It won't show, I
Constantly lose all
My remorse, and it's
Ten for the wolf and
Three for the shepherd and it's
One for the sheep who
Led by a leopard, often
Gave his perception as a
Handle of weapon, took a
Bite of your apple, give me
All you can offer, now I'm
Trapped in a changing maze
Setting my soul ablaze
Couldn't control the pace
Where is this going? Hey
Heartless is recklessness, it is
Word of a pacifist to the
Word of a masochist, I'm
Off of the map, my Lord I
Spoke to a baphomet, he
Said he would save me if I
Gave him one thing he needed
What is this thing I pleaded?
Boy, it's the key to even
Yeah

And as I spoke my fangs were shown
Taking aback the smiles, and tells me
What you crave will soon be yours
But what I crave is already mine
Anima vestra
Anima
Anima vestra
Anima
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Writer: Jahseh Onfroy
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Willy Wonka Was a Child Murderer

HEY!
It's all in my, it's all in my head
It's all in my, it's all in my head
YEAH, YEAH!
HEY!
It's all in my head
It's all in my, it's all in my head
YEAH, YEAH!

It's all in my head...
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Writer: Jahseh Onfroy, Tayves Pelletier
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




KILL ME (Pain From The Jail Phone)

How's it feel? How's it feel with your broken heart?
Can't reveal, can't reveal all these f*cking scars
Hurt me now, kill the pain, this is just the start
Kill me now, numb the pain, I just want it to stop
Run away, run away from my broken heart
Kill me now, numb the pain, this is just the start
Run away, run away from my broken heart
Kill me now, numb the pain, this is just the start
Heart broken, no one can feel me
Heart open, with an incision
You broke it, too many faces running
I'm nothing, I'm nothing different
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Writer: Jahseh Onfroy
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Look At Me!

Yah, ayy
Yah, ayy, yah
Yah, yah
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy

I'm like, "Bitch, who is your mans?" ayy
Can't keep my dick in my pants, ayy
My bitch don't love me no mo', ayy
She kick me out, I'm like vro, ayy
That bitch don't wanna be friends, ayy
I gave her dick, she amen, ayy
She put her tongue on my dick, ayy
Look at my wrist, about ten, ayy
Just got a pound of the boof, ayy
Brought that shit straight to the booth, ayy
Tommy my Hilfiger voots, ayy
She said, "Wan' f*ck?" Bitch, I do, ayy
You put a gun on my mans, ayy
I put a hole in your parents, ayy
I just got lean on my Ksubis, ayy
I got a UZI, no Uzi

F*ck on me, look at me, ayy
F*ck on me, yah, look at me, ayy
Look at me, look at me, yah
F*ck on me, yah, aye
Look at me, yah, f*ck on me
Look at me, f*ck on me, yah
Look at me, f*ck on me
Yah, ayy

Tell these f*ck nigga voot me up, pipe up
Ayy, shouts-out Bans and them
Ayy

I took a white bitch to Starbucks
That little bitch got her throat f*cked
I like to rock out like I'm misfit
My emo bitch like her wrist slit
Curly hair bitch like I'm Corbin
Got, like, three bitches, I'm Mormon
Skeet on your main bitch's forehead
Don't want your pussy, just want head

Look at me, f*ck on me
Look at me, f*ck on me
Look at me, f*ck on me
Look at me, yah, aye
Look at me, f*ck on me
Look at me, f*ck on me
Look at me, f*ck on me
Look at me, yah
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Writer: Jahseh Onfroy, Mark Junior Lawrence, Cristian Rojas, James Howard Duval
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




I dont wanna do this anymore

I should've let you know, that you're my only one
I know you're feeling numb, I'll f*ck you 'til you cum
Said, "I don't understand, how you don't got a man"
You want me in your bed, 'cause I've been in your head

Baby, you've been up all night, so you don't wanna wait on me
I'm about to catch my flight, so you don't gotta wait on me
No more, you don't wanna, you don't wanna
You don't wanna, you don't wanna, you don't wanna
You don't wanna, you don't wanna
I've been up a very long time, wonder why they hate on me
I don't wanna love myself, I'm praying that they all love me
'Cause you don't wanna, you don't wanna
You don't wanna, you don't wanna, you don't wanna
You don't wanna, you don't wanna

I should've let you know, that you're my only one
I know you're feeling numb, I'll f*ck you 'til you cum
Said, "I don't understand, how you don't got a man"
You want me in your bed, 'cause I've been in your head

No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
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Writer: Jahseh Onfroy, Jeryn Peters
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




YuNg BrAtZ

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bro's on yo block with that Glock, right now (ooh, hey, ayy, too much, ooh)
Try me like a opp (ayy) and indeed, get shot down, okay (hey, ooh)
She wanna, X wanna
She wanna l-l-lick my, lick my dick like, like a what? (Nice)
Lick my dick like Lil' Wayne lollypop, huh?
Yeah, hey, woo (hi, my name's Ryan)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, ooh, ayy)
What they, what they, what they call me? Call me wolf in sheep's skin?
(Yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah, ah-woo)

Try me, might fight
Fist f*ck, on sight
Wrist heavy, fat dyke
Pop Molly, Mike Ike
I got glacial white ice
And my bitch rack nice
And I do fight dykes
Ride my dick like a bike

Huh?
Huh?
Huh?

I got black in my voots
My name Toby, like I'm Roots (ayy, wow)
Grab that bat, Babe Ruth
Swing that bitch might lose a tooth (whatever)
She suck dick with no tooth
My nose runny like, "Achoo"
With that pussy (hey hey), I got coins
Might insert right in her groin
It's like jelly, ayy (wow, ayy)
Dick right in her belly, uh, yeah (ow)
Baby got back, yeah (hey)
Bitch, come look at my tats (damn), uh, yeah
You got taxed (hey hey), yeah
My head lookin' like Bratz, uh, yeah (hey hey)
Dump that bitch (woo), yeah
Who gonna hold my racks, uh, huh (yeah)

Yeah, uh
Say somethin', oof
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Writer: Jahseh Onfroy
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Jocelyn Flores

I know you so well, so well
I mean, I can do anything that he can
I've been pretty

I know you're somewhere, somewhere
I've been trapped in my mind girl, just holding on
I don't wanna pretend there's something, we're nothing
I've been stuck thinking 'bout her, I can't hold back

I'm in pain, wanna put ten shots in my brain
I've been tripping 'bout some things, can't change
Suicidal, same time I'm tame
Picture this, in bed, get a phone call
Girl that you f*cked with killed herself
That was this summer and nobody helped
And ever since then, man, I hate myself
Wanna f*cking end it
Pessimistic
All wanna see me with no pot to piss in
But niggas been excited 'bout the grave I'm digging
Having conversations about my haste decisions
F*cking sickening
At the same time, memory surfaced through the grapevine
'Bout my uncle playing with a slipknot
Post traumatic stress got me f*cked up
Been f*cked up since a couple months they had a nigga locked up

I be feeling pain, I be feeling pain just to hold on
And I don't feel the same, I'm so numb
I be feeling pain, I be feeling pain just to hold on
And I don't feel the same, I'm so numb

I know you so well, I know you well
I mean, I can do anything that he can
I've been pretty
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Writer: Ciara Nicole Simms, Jahseh Onfroy
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Depression & Obsession

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Depression and obsession don't mix well
(Na, na, na, na, na na, na, na, na, na, na)
I'm poisoned and my body don't feel well
(Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na)
I ate her, inside and out, I feel my stomach turnin'
Make out hill, where we met we let our lips do all the talkin'
And now I'm hooked an
(Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na)
Depression and obsession don't mix well (well)
Hollywood motels, hell, I think I'm just obsessed with you
Depression and obsession don't mix well
(Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na)
Hollywood motels, hell, I think I'm just obsessed with you

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
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Writer: Jahseh Onfroy
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Everybody Dies in Their Nightmares

Don't go, don't go to sleep
Don't go, stay up with me

Tired of feelin' like I'm trapped in my damn mind
Tired of feelin' like I'm wrapped in a damn lie
Tired of feelin' like my life is a damn game
Nigga really wanna die in the night time

Only time I feel pain, when I'm feelin' love
That's why it's tatted on my face that I'm damn numb
Only time I'm in my mind, when I'm all alone
That's why I'm really never alone in the night time
Change hoes like clothes, I can't get attached
'Cause these hoes fire starters like lit matches
I've been feeling really lost, ducking all attachments
I don't really go outside 'cause I hate traffic
I don't wanna go outside, get caught in traffic

Tired of feelin' like I'm trapped in my damn mind
Tired of feelin' like I'm wrapped in a damn lie
Tired of feelin' like my life is a damn game
Nigga really wanna die in the night time
Tired of feelin' like I'm trapped in my damn mind
Tired of feelin' like I'm wrapped in a damn lie
Tired of feelin' like my life is a damn game
Nigga really wanna die in the night time
Tired of feelin' like I'm trapped in my damn mind
Tired of feelin' like I'm wrapped in a damn lie
Tired of feelin' like my life is a damn game
Nigga really wanna die in the night time
Nigga really wanna die in the night time
Nigga really wanna die in the night time
Nigga really wanna die in the night time, uh
Nigga really wanna die in the night time, uh
Nigga really wanna die in the night time

Don't go to sleep
Don't go, stay up with me
Don't go to sleep
Don't go, stay up with me
Don't go, don't go to sleep
Don't go, stay up with me
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Writer: Jahseh Onfroy, Shiloh Dynasty
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




ALONE PART 3

Can't seem to find someone's shoulder
Who will I rely on when it's over?
Took a chance with you, it made me colder
Better on my own when it's all over
So when I'm weak, who do I call?
My God it hurts, I can't be calm
What do I do?
Do I run?
Tired of hate, tired of love
I've dug my nails into my arms
She turned and left with all my scars
What is my worth?
What is my worth?
Gave my love a piece of me
She put my heart beneath her feet
She turned and left the question, "What's my worth?"
Gave my love a piece of me
She put my heart beneath her feet
She turned and left the question, "What's my worth?"
My worth, my worth
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Writer: Jahseh Onfroy, John Cunningham, Robert Soukiasyan
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Moonlight

Yeah

Spotlight, uh, moonlight, uh
Nigga, why you trippin'? Get your mood right, uh
Shawty look good in the moonlight
All these pussy niggas so bad mind
Spotlight, moonlight
Nigga, why you trippin'? Get your mood right
Shawty look good in the moonlight
All these pussy niggas so bad mind
Spotlight, uh, moonlight, uh
Nigga, why you trippin'? Get your mood right, uh
Shawty look good in the moonlight
All these pussy niggas so bad mind
Spotlight, moonlight
Nigga, why you trippin'? Get your mood right
Shawty look good in the moonlight
All these pussy niggas so bad mind

Feel like I'm destined
I don't need no Smith & Wesson, no
Boy, who you testin'?
F*ck a Scantron, here's your lesson, oh
Knife in intestine
Takin' shots at all your bredrin, oh
Feel like I'm damaged
Girl, I know you f*ckin' planned this

All alone, call my phone, make me feel right
Girl, you know when you call, make you feel right
All alone, call my phone, make me feel right
Girl, you know when you call, make you feel right

Spotlight, uh, moonlight, uh
Nigga, why you trippin'? Get your mood right, uh
Shawty look good in the moonlight
All these pussy niggas so bad mind
Spotlight, moonlight
Nigga, why you trippin'? Get your mood right
Shawty look good in the moonlight
All these pussy niggas so bad mind
Spotlight, uh, moonlight, uh
Nigga, why you trippin'? Get your mood right, uh
Shawty look good in the moonlight
All these pussy niggas so bad mind
Spotlight, moonlight
Nigga, why you trippin'? Get your mood right
Shawty look good in the moonlight
All these pussy niggas so bad mind
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Writer: Jahseh Onfroy, Johnathan Carter Cunningham
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




SAD!

Who am I? Someone that's afraid to let go, uh
You decide, if you're ever gonna, let me know (yeah)
Suicide, if you ever try to let go, uh
I'm sad and low yeah
I'm sad, I know yeah
Who am I? Someone that's afraid to let go, uh
You decide, if you're ever gonna, let me know (yeah)
Suicide, if you ever try to let go, uh
I'm sad and low yeah
I'm sad, I know yeah

I gave her everything
She took my heart and left me lonely
I've been broken, heart's contentious
I won't fix, I'd rather weep
I'm lost then I'm found but
It's torture being in love
I love when you're around
But I f*cking hate when you leave

Who am I? Someone that's afraid to let go, uh
You decide ,if you're ever gonna, let me know (yeah)
Suicide, if you ever try to let go, uh
I'm sad and low yeah
I'm sad, I know yeah
Who am I? Someone that's afraid to let go, uh
You decide, if you're ever gonna, let me know (yeah)
Suicide, if you ever try to let go, uh
I'm sad and low yeah
I'm sad, I know yeah

Who am I? Someone that's afraid to let go, uh
You decide, if you're ever gonna, let me know (yeah)
Suicide, if you ever try to let go, uh
I'm sad and low yeah
I'm sad, I know yeah
Who am I? Someone that's afraid to let go, uh
You decide, if you're ever gonna, let me know (yeah)
Suicide, if you ever try to let go, uh
I'm sad and low yeah
I'm sad, I know yeah
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Writer: Jahseh Onfroy, Johnathan Carter Cunningham
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




changes

Mmm, baby, I don't understand this
You're changing, I can't stand it
My heart can't take this damage
And the way I feel, can't stand it
Mmm, baby, I don't understand this
You're changing, I can't stand it
My heart can't take this damage
And the way I feel, can't stand it
Mmm, baby, I don't understand it

Girl, you're making it hard for me
Girl, you're making it hard for me
Girl, you're making it hard for me, uh
Girl, you're making it hard for me
Girl, you're making it hard for me
Girl, you're making it hard for me

Mmm, baby, I don't understand this
You're changing, I can't stand it
My heart can't take this damage
And the way I feel, can't stand it
Mmm, baby, I don't understand this
You're changing, I can't stand it
My heart can't take this damage
And the way I feel, can't stand it
Mmm, baby, I don't understand this
You're changing, I can't stand it
My heart can't take this damage
And the way I feel, can't stand it
Mmm, baby, I don't understand it
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Writer: Jahseh Dwayne Onfroy, John Cunningham, Rakim Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Hope

Yeah
Rest in peace to all the kids that lost their lives in the Parkland shooting
This song is dedicated to you

Okay, she keep cryin', she keep cryin' every single night
Day and night, on my mind, please don't kill the vibe
Oh no, I swear to God, I be in my mind
Swear I wanna die, yeah, when you cross my
Said I wanna die, yuh, no, I'm not alright, yuh
I might start a riot, yuh, I'm so f*ckin' tired, yuh
So, what's up? What you say? Feelin' good, I'm feelin' great
Tired of the f*ckin' hate, stackin' cheese all on my plate

So outside my misery, I think I'll find
A way of envisioning a better life
For the rest of us, the rest of us
There's hope for the rest of us, the rest of us

Okay, she keep cryin', she keep cryin' every single night
Day and night, on my mind, please don't kill the vibe
Oh no, I swear to God, I be in my mind
Swear I wanna die, yeah, when you cross my
Said I wanna die, yuh, no, I'm not alright, yuh
I might start a riot, yuh, I'm so f*ckin' tired, yuh
So, what's up? What you say? Feelin' good, I'm feelin' great
Tired of the f*ckin' hate, stackin' cheese all on my plate
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Writer: Jahseh Dwayne Onfroy, John Cunningham
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




before I close my eyes

Before I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
I hope it's not too late for me, whoa
Before I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
I hope it's not too late for me, whoa

Difference, changing in the distance
Time consumes the image, whoa
Difference, changing in the distance
Time consumes our image, whoa

Before I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
I hope it's not too late for me, whoa
Before I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
I hope it's not too late for me, whoa
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Writer: Jahseh Dwayne Onfroy, John Cunningham
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Train food

I remember I had walked home that day
Content with all my misery
Told myself it'd get better, no clue what there was next for me
Remember there was people, walkin', talkin' in the distance
I was dressed for winter weather
But the summer rays were kissing me, I
I was lost

So I took a different path, in the distance he awaited me
Had no weapon, I'm guessing his hands were just enough for me
Was no question, I'm guessing he laughed just at the sight of me
I was lost

I remember I had walked home that day
Content with all my misery
Told myself it'd get better, no clue what there was next for me
Remember there was people, walkin', talkin' in the distance
I was dressed for winter weather
But the summer rays were kissing me, I
I was lost

And there he was, his presence was alarming
As he approaches casual, we talk 'bout self-harming
He told me "Kid, you shouldn't be walkin' on your own"
He smiled and laughed, and pat my back
He asked, "How far are you from home?"
I said, "Maybe thirty minutes"
His frequency distorted quick, I seen it in his image
I should've run right f*cking there, I-

You ever woke up on a train track
With no motherf*ckin' clothes on?
Death before your eyes, you prayin' to God, but ain't no response
Tryna scream for hope, just a shoulder that you can lean on
But ain't nobody coming, so you scream on and scream on and scream on
While this evil f*ck laugh at you
Train getting closer, you still surprised that he battered you
Tears falling harder and harder, minutes get minuscule
Could've had a son or a daughter, now what you finna do?
You finna die here on this train track
'Cause clearly after death, ain't no way you can find your way back
Thinking 'bout your previous memories, going way back
All them f*cking dreams 'bout a diamond chain and the Maybach
Now your time finally up
Ask yourself the final question, is you going down or up?
Recollectin' all the moments that you never gave a f*ck
Now it's here, death has now arrived, time's finally up
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Writer: Jahseh Onfroy, Johnathan Carter Cunningham
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




True Love

[ Featuring Kanye West ]

True love shouldn't be this complicated
Thought I'd die in your arms
I thought I'd die in your-
True love shouldn't be this complicated
I thought I'd die in your arms
I thought I'd die in your-

No hard feelings but these feelings harder
No-no hard feelings but these feelings harder
No-no hard feelings but these feelings harder
Wait, when you see the kids? I'll see y'all tomorrow
Wait, when the sun set? I see y'all tomorrow
Wait, when I pick 'em up, I feel like they borrowed
When I gotta return them, scan 'em like a bar code
Wait, no hard feelings, but these feelings hard though
Wait, who got the kids in those, "What are those?"
Wait, why they can't wear Yeezys with the cargos?
Y'all know Nike don't like me, y'all take it too far though
At least have 'em in some Mike's, he played for Chicago
I only see three kids, who watchin' Chicago?
And you know all the nannies they're Danny Nesbrasco
Let the kids dig a tunnel to my house like Chapo
Only neighbor in the hood with a door they can knock on
I leave the light on

True love (daddy's not gone)
Shouldn't be this complicated (you see the light on)
Thought I'd die in your arms (daddy's at home)
I thought I'd die in your (tell Gekyume)
True love (daddy's not gone)
Shouldn't be this complicated (tell Gekyume)
Thought I'd die in your arms (daddy's at home)
I thought I'd die in your

Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa
Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa
Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa
Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa

No hard feelings but these feelings harder
No-no hard feelings but these feelings harder
No hard feelings but these feelings harder

True love shouldn't be this complicated
Thought I'd die in your arms
I thought I'd die in your-
True love shouldn't be this complicated
I thought I'd die in your arms
I thought I'd die in your-
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Jahseh Onfroy, Jarrod Morgan, John Branch, John Cunningham, Kanye West, Mark Williams, Mike Dean, Peter Philips, Raul Cubina
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Back to: XXXTentacion


Look at Me: The Album is the only compilation album by American rapper and singer XXXTentacion. Announced alongside a documentary of the same name, the album was released posthumously on June 10, 2022, 8 days before the fourth anniversary of his death.

Look at Me was supported by two singles: "Vice City" and "True Love", both of which were announced early on, being previously absent from streaming services due to sample clearance problems. The album features both Ski Mask the Slump God and Kanye West.
Producer(s): XXXTentacion, John Cunningham, STAIN, Ronny J, JakesAlive, Alasen, Fifty Grand, Kellbender, Willie G, Rojas On The Beat, Ojivolta, potsu, Robert Soukiasyan, Mike Dean, Aesthesys, Canis Major, Jimmy Duval, King Yosef, prxz, Optic Core, KHAED
Length: 57:49
Released: June 10th, 2022
Year: 2022

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