windranger top baby

far away 6 - turbocharged mind

шипы:
я стою как thunderstorm 
зови меня onda andar 
зеркала меня слепят 
зови меня onda andar (x3) 

can u feel me (can u?)
can u feel me (can u?)
can u feel me (can u?)
can u feel me (can u?)

cowboycliker:

я убью себя
и
я убью тебя

я закрываю глаза
я не могу больше смотреть
не понимаю тебя
мне тоже лучше умереть

тот самый сон
тот самый день
тот самый сон
посыл утерян

я больше не увижу тебя
я больше не встречусь с тобой никогда
и я закрываю глаза
я больше не смогу их открыть

я больше не увижу тебя

шипы: 

я стою как thunderstorm 
зови меня onda andar 
зеркала меня слепят 
зови меня onda andar (х2)

FlowerTouch;)))RabbitHoleCasino#2016 + cowboyclick [prod. 444jet]

“INTROVERT”
Produced by oceanash 

Better try to run before you meet my fucking gun
Look into my eyes and you won’t see another sun
You’re a fucking pest caught up in the web I spun
Make a mess, make you depressed until I’m fucking done 
Leave you numb 
Beating on my chest like a drum
Walking zombie like it’s thriller  
maniac, leave you cooked like a griller
Have you sucking on ya thumb 
Turn your brain to bits before I’m fucking done
Wake up decomposing and my eyes are glazed
Getting high so I can put my thoughts away
I don’t wanna feel my fucking feelings today 
Now my hand is poking out my motherfucking grave 

Getting high, decomposing

Pumping through the parties you’re at
Got the last laugh cuz your body is wrapped
Trapped, imma make you hurt
All you fuckers made me an introvert 
Feeling lack of worth and I’m still holding onto hurt
I let the pain grow through my chest like bamboo 
Bile spilling as Im dialing up my fucking death doula
I feel like I’m a loser  
Screws getting looser
Marijuana nicotine media abuser 
My head is like living in somebody that I don’t know’s house 
My bed is the only fucking place that I get to escape my doubts 
(Yawn)

INTROVERT

ШИПЫ:
2016 
щас залетает 
играю в play station 
кидаю таблы в такси 

как lance vance наебал вас 
занимаю высокий этаж 
да мы ублюдки шныряем жестко 
тебя искали но в бочке 
звезды залетают это фаза 3 
тебе не догнать даже не смотри 
свободы захотел её получил 
только не забудьте заплатить 
мне 

cowboyclicker: 

тебе так далеко до нас
а мы ведь только начали
те кто повернулись спиною к нам 
я не желаю удачи им

они сейчас на нас спят
будильник зазвонит
мы оборвём их сны
они не смогут дальше жить

я очень замешан
I'm catchin' vibrations
труднее всё вижу
куда же мне сбежать

ха ха ха ха
да я найду тот самый путь
ха ха ха ха
вопрос: смогу ли я пройти?
ха ха ха ха
#2016
ха ха ха ха
шипы и кавбойклик

2016 
щас залетает 
играю в play station 
кидаю таблы в такси

+ cowboyclicker ThePolePositionClub [prod. onda andar]

gravity gun test drive 
пустой мир и я гуляю один там 
и ничего не поменялось щас 
я умираю здесь 
gravity gun test drive 


этот мир sandbox 
развлекай себя сам 
noclip angel 
меня понимают там 
и никуда не деться 

gravity gun test drive (х4)

у тебя есть поводы меня ненавидеть
где бы ты не был 
кем бы ты не был 
у меня мой путь 
и он ахуенный 
зови меня onda 
зови меня andar

Gravity gun test drive #2016

ШИПЫ:
я забываю кучу мест 
где раньше бывал 
кристальный экран 
через стекло 
я знаю что будет там 
сказочные твари и белизна 

HOD как медальон 
снег тает и я в нем 
я не знаю кто я 
я стою под козырьком 
я смотрю на верх и никак не могу понять 
почему даже демонам суждено летать 

мои детские игрушки подмигнут 
и меня спросят как же ты наш друг 
может я умру голодным ну и пусть 
fuck yall till u die тихнет пульс 

cowboycliker: 

темно в комнате
я сплю с горой игрушек
кошмары снились мне
о корабле и пушке

озере, шахматной доске
боязни умереть
на похоронах дяди
замёрз и заболел

температура 39
мысли что кручу в своей башке
как же вы мне надоели
вокруг меня кружатся игрушки

трясутся руки и мой череп
организм мой плавит мне мозги
монстры из темноты бы меня съели 
меня спасают игрушки

+ cowboyclicker Игрушки [prod. onda andar]

“Smoky Quartz”

Fake fucks popping my phone
I told them to leave me alone 
Just wanna zone out, pull the trichomes out
Making these beats in my home 
Sit next to a tombstone
Nothing but skull and some bones 
Existence unknown now
Feel like I’m not home now, 
In my own dome I’m feelin like I’m thrown out
Wasted my Pennies on making a wish
My body’s blazing in the River Styx
Holy shit I’m having a bad trip 
How much was that tab dipped?
Can’t go any lower 
I feel mediocre 
The storm getting closer
I’m thinking it’s over
The only boat roller, no captain, no chief or controller
I’m stranded in sea as a loner 

Leave me alone

Hyperventilate, then I isolate
Never wanna show my fucking face 
Body is a temple every day I desecrate, meditate, then I burn it all down with my hate 
The irony’s great 
I laugh as it burns standing over the grave 
I’m afraid of who I became 
No escaping this cage, I’m a slave to my brain
Pouring the blood down the drain 
Physically mentally ache 
Out of my way, destructive path that I pave 
Debating my fate every day I’m awake 
Oblivion, thinking of words they’ll engrave 
Stabbing my back with the words that they say
Turning to ash as my legacy fades
My shoulders are bruised from the weight 
I’m straying further away 
Damage my brain until nothing remains
Caught up in a rage, demons tell me to behave 
there’s nothing to be gained if you speak of my name 
I’ll be unlocking my demons from chains 
I’ll be throwing raw meat in their cage 
Eyes so dried up, cried up, looking so red like I’m sprayed with mace
Don’t wanna die this way, but I’m still fucking taking your life away

Produced by oceanash

Smoky Quartz

я не хочу уходить 
ведь я занимаю верх 
мой аркадный автомат 
что позабыли совсем 
это город мертвецов 
город в моей голове 
снег не тает на руках 
значит моя сила - смерть
fuck yall till i die 2016 
мертвый альянс занимает карусель 
мой жанр - покой 
моя страна - метель 
house of the dead
прямо до костей 
и я покидаю дом 
завоеватель земель 
на моем брате меха 
я запутался совсем 
может просто отойти 
и поймать этот момент 
2016
2016 
чудаковатый
какой-то лохматый 
весь помятый 
неопрятный 
и где же сейчас я 
и где же ты 
и где же ты 
единственный подлинный элемент и меня тут нет 
отпусти меня прошу я наделал кучу бед
на моем теле брильянты, изумрудная броня 
пластмассовые розы не смогут понять 
я не хочу уходить 
ведь я занимаю верх 
мой аркадный автомат 
что позабыли совсем 
это город мертвецов 
город в моей голове 
снег не тает на руках 
значит моя сила - смерть

halls of the dead #2016 [prod. onda andar]

“Recurring Dreams”

Body rotting but I have a plot
Take ‘em to the ocean and I dump em off a yacht 
Red and blue flashing, know I’m fucking caught 
Put my hands in the air, and my knees dropped 
Now I watch the days go by, I’m sitting in a cell
Never see a blue sky but tell my fam I’m doing well 
Made mistakes and I made my own hell 
Recurring dreams where I’m burning in a fucking plane that fell
Tired of fake fucking people never having my back
Tired of days turning to weeks where sleep lacks
Tired of smoking weed just to relax 
I don’t wanna feel this shit until my body is ash 

Rose made of palm, rose like a phoenix 
Came back as a demon but nobody fucking 
see it
Invisible, miserable, now I’m spewing stupid syllables 
Not loveable 
Not liveable 
If anything I’m fucking killable
I’m despicable 
Life feeling like an SAT, but I’m not quizzable
Unpredictable, 
Second guessing everything is typical 
solving problems to the minimal 
Smoking chemicals 
Fucking killable
I’m despicable 
Life feeling like an SAT, but I’m not quizzable
Unpredictable, 
Second guessing everything is typical 
Solving problems to the minimal 
Smoking chemicals

Produced by oceanash

Recurring Dreams

“RAINDROPS”

I’m on a spree, off my skin I’m flicking fleas
I’m empty, I’m alone in my home but a ghost is making the floor creak
Keep emotions on a leash 
Smoking reef, forgetting memories, but I
keep them like receipts
I will take them to the sea
Pouring my ash out in Atlantic oceans 
Spreading to the shore I keep on growing, 
Keep on flowing to where my soul is fucking meant to be 
I wake, try to be brave, I don’t want dust to be the only part that’s left of me
Never thought that I make it to 23 (what the fuck)
Been pleading for a reasons of why I fall to my degree
Demons tell me I’m just debris, I try to disagree Every day contemplating who to believe (who)
Walking in the street debating hanging from a tree 
I can’t sleep 
I can’t eat
Try to speak and I retreat
Looking back at everything is bittersweet
All I feel is defeat
Try to keep it discrete 
I don’t even know if I’ll ever feel complete 

Lung is full of tar 
Lung is-lung is full of tar 
Running-running but the blood is seeping out their parts 
Seep-seeping out their parts 


Sporting broken hearts on sleeves that feel too short
They ask me how I’m doing I say why the fuck you care for 
Smoke and hit record and say how life’s a bitch,
Now I’m feeling fucking stony when I’m brewing like a witch 
Smoking for a broken heart 
But my lung is full of tar 
Car running out of gas cuz I roll them in cigars
Split them with the same blade that I’m using for my arm 
Fake fuckers running but the blood is seeping out their parts 
They were doomed from the start
Same look you will never see in another eyes 
Seen too many die my body cannot cry I’m fucking dry 
I’m collapsing on myself like a star that died 
I’m refusing all the help all because of selfish pride 
Cells fighting wars in my body 
Demons saying fuck you, stop me 
I’m not good at confrontation or know karate
I’m destroying all around me, you can call me a tsunami 
I got my own body in a sleeper like I’m Sean O’Malley

Produced by oceanash

RAINDROPS

https://www.instagram.com/sprinksblu/

LyrikZ:

U Cant tell me No shit, Cuz i Go like Dis (Go-Go like Dis)
Yea, Lemme Put these Diamondz on my Mfkin Wrist
& She fukin Wit me Now, Cuz she kno Im hella Rich
Since im Doin wat i Want, i Could take ur Fkin Bih...

...


Yea, Like a Missile, Bih im Ballistic
We Can make it... Jus be Realistic
Hunnid dollar Bill, it Got her Lipstick
& i Do not care about a ho, i Ball
They Kno one Day ill Have it All
Fukk Luv Bby u Kno i cant Fall
See me Real life, ion wanna Call-C C

First Check, Spent it on Balenci...
i Got Faux Fur, Feel like im Lancey
She a Bad bih, She so Fancy
Told dis Ho, Take off yo Panty
See my Wrist? Dese Diamondz Dancin
You Could Neva be like Dis wit Nobody Else.

Fukk, i Think im Attached Again...
Cuz i Smashed Again...
Yea, Then i Trashed Again.......
& i Cant fw Them, They Tryna take my Sauce
Ima have to Go Faster Then, So they cant run up 2 Me.

Yea like... (Runnit up, Runnit up, Runnit up)
We gon- (Fukk it up, Fukk it up, Fukk it up)
Yea like... (Runnit up, Runnit up, Runnit up)
We gon- (Fukk it up, Fukk it up, Fukk it up)
& yo Bih... She gon (Sukk it Up, Sukk it Up, Sukk it Up...)

Its been Too long
i Feel like im Done...
Cuz im Too Fukin Zoned Out.
i Think i Miss Her? But i Dont-
i Dont Kno... How its gon turn out.
im Still 2 Underrated 4 This Sh!t...
i Dont know What 2 Put out Anymore...

U Cant tell me No shit, Cuz i Go like Dis (Go-Go like Dis)
Yea, Lemme Put these Diamondz on my Mfkin Wrist
& She fukin Wit me Now, Cuz she kno Im hella Rich
Since im Doin wat i Want, i Could take ur Fkin Bih...

She told me Dat she Home-Alone.
Boy you Fell off like Post Malone
Yea, Ho Get Tf out my Zone
Told ha Lil Bae im on my Own...

Yea like... (Runnit up, Runnit up, Runnit up)
We gon- (Fukk it up, Fukk it up, Fukk it up)
Yea like... (Runnit up, Runnit up, Runnit up)
We gon- (Fukk it up, Fukk it up, Fukk it up)
& yo Bih... She gon (Sukk it Up, Sukk it Up, Sukk it Up...)

BALLISTIC

在里面了

BALLiSTiC。一射弹。*在里面了*

“PANIC”

Panic setting, panic lurking
Someone close the curtain 
I’m betting that I keep on hurting
Smoking back to back, I’m burning
Made by Burton, I’m not real, animated clay person
Dig my hole and lay and wait for someone to throw the fucking dirt in
And I’m waking devastated when I’m thinking bout the body bags 
Visit mental graves so I’m always wearing fucking black 
Staying late up thinking and I’m breaking down from panic attacks 
Taking your reality and throwing it in the fucking trash 
I’m so numb that nothing can shake me 
Made it past the point of breaking
Brain is feeling like it’s caving
Mind and body aching 
Limbs shaking, head racing,
I’m debating my coffin or my cremation, gotta choose a place for my remains to lay in 


Made by Burton, animated clay person
Dig my hole and lay, throw the fucking dirt in


I can never rest in piece, never hittin REM during sleep
I’m internalizing deep, getting weak
My dreams are nightmares where I can’t speak, shadows climbing on my chest, grabbing my throat and choking me 
Try to scream but all I can do is weep
How long does it take to feel normal again?
I’m spending every day waiting for the day to end 
I’m on game seven with my demons and I can’t defend 
I’m transcending into heaven, from this life I was condemned 
I’m a fallen angel like I’m Lucifer, toss me into the lake
And I realize Hell is painful as I’m going up in flames 
I abandon all hope when I reach the gates
Now I’m the king of demons and they’re feeding me grapes


Produced by oceanash