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(Mmmmmm...
“Softly now, we rise...”
Mmm—mmm—ahhh...
“Whispers in the night...”
Ooooh—ooooh—mmm—mmm...
“Feel the light inside...”)
I-it’s Loy Lord, masked up, dark mode (Loyyyyy)
(23) on the wall, wrote plans in the cold
L-l-l-loylord, Trollface, lit fuse (boom)
TK’s house, no lighter, no tools
Back then? No money, no plug
Just a BIC in my palm and the pain in my lungs
Had fire, no path, just smoke
Troll said, “Ride” — then dipped, went ghost
All in? Cap. No show, no text
Now I’m ten toes down, tryna carry this rep
Built this wave from a cracked-up shed
Now I burn this name in a world that’s dead
(Loy Lord)
LB ain’t yours, don’t say that name (nah)
You weren’t in the stalls when we hit those flames (you weren’t)
No snus left, jaw tight, I’m stressin’ (tight)
School fucked, failin’ every lesson (fucked)
(Mmmmmm...
“Softly now, we rise...”
Mmm—mmm—ahhh...
“Whispers in the night...”
Ooooh—ooooh—mmm—mmm...
“Feel the light inside...”)
(Loy) Where you at on the highway, two hours pitch black? (nah)
With BLUE MEANIES in your head, tryin’ not to crack (crack)
Dealer ghosted, no reply on the phone (dead)
Me and Troll walked home, stuck and alone (Trol)
Only got the BBTank, dead, barely draggin’ (pullin’)
Me and Troll used to slang I-Gets at school (shed)
Now it’s vape clouds and mold (rot)
Failin’ school, teachers don’t ask (never)
LB ain’t yours, don’t claim that spot (don’t)
You weren’t hittin’ I-Gets when halls got hot (never)
Troll gone again, no nothin’, no wins (gone)
I’m out here failin’, throne still glistenin’ (king)
(Mmmmmm...
“Softly now, we rise...”
Mmm—mmm—ahhh...
“Whispers in the night...”
Ooooh—ooooh—mmm—mmm...
“Feel the light inside...”)
Remember BBTank, dead or the Legend? (nah)
Ever hit a I-Get hot in detention? (nope)
You ain’t never gooned to Pretty Vanilla, fact (never)
Only repost what you saw, never act (fake)
Me and Troll sold heat by the shed (real talk)
Made stacks off Bars, now barely fed (broke)
(loy)
LB ain’t yours. It’s mine and Troll’s.
We lit it up, watched it burn, watched it fold...
Now I walk alone with a dead-ass phone...
(Mmmmmm...
“Softly now, we rise...”
Mmm—mmm—ahhh...
“Whispers in the night...”
Ooooh—ooooh—mmm—mmm...
“Feel the light inside...”)
“Softly now, we rise...”
Mmm—mmm—ahhh...
“Whispers in the night...”
Ooooh—ooooh—mmm—mmm...
“Feel the light inside...”)
I-it’s Loy Lord, masked up, dark mode (Loyyyyy)
(23) on the wall, wrote plans in the cold
L-l-l-loylord, Trollface, lit fuse (boom)
TK’s house, no lighter, no tools
Back then? No money, no plug
Just a BIC in my palm and the pain in my lungs
Had fire, no path, just smoke
Troll said, “Ride” — then dipped, went ghost
All in? Cap. No show, no text
Now I’m ten toes down, tryna carry this rep
Built this wave from a cracked-up shed
Now I burn this name in a world that’s dead
(Loy Lord)
LB ain’t yours, don’t say that name (nah)
You weren’t in the stalls when we hit those flames (you weren’t)
No snus left, jaw tight, I’m stressin’ (tight)
School fucked, failin’ every lesson (fucked)
(Mmmmmm...
“Softly now, we rise...”
Mmm—mmm—ahhh...
“Whispers in the night...”
Ooooh—ooooh—mmm—mmm...
“Feel the light inside...”)
(Loy) Where you at on the highway, two hours pitch black? (nah)
With BLUE MEANIES in your head, tryin’ not to crack (crack)
Dealer ghosted, no reply on the phone (dead)
Me and Troll walked home, stuck and alone (Trol)
Only got the BBTank, dead, barely draggin’ (pullin’)
Me and Troll used to slang I-Gets at school (shed)
Now it’s vape clouds and mold (rot)
Failin’ school, teachers don’t ask (never)
LB ain’t yours, don’t claim that spot (don’t)
You weren’t hittin’ I-Gets when halls got hot (never)
Troll gone again, no nothin’, no wins (gone)
I’m out here failin’, throne still glistenin’ (king)
(Mmmmmm...
“Softly now, we rise...”
Mmm—mmm—ahhh...
“Whispers in the night...”
Ooooh—ooooh—mmm—mmm...
“Feel the light inside...”)
Remember BBTank, dead or the Legend? (nah)
Ever hit a I-Get hot in detention? (nope)
You ain’t never gooned to Pretty Vanilla, fact (never)
Only repost what you saw, never act (fake)
Me and Troll sold heat by the shed (real talk)
Made stacks off Bars, now barely fed (broke)
(loy)
LB ain’t yours. It’s mine and Troll’s.
We lit it up, watched it burn, watched it fold...
Now I walk alone with a dead-ass phone...
(Mmmmmm...
“Softly now, we rise...”
Mmm—mmm—ahhh...
“Whispers in the night...”
Ooooh—ooooh—mmm—mmm...
“Feel the light inside...”)
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raw emotive street trap, piano, ethereal, fast
