Sunreyes

A Day in the Life (Feat. JZA and K-Loke)

On The Rocks (WIP)

Harlem Nocturne (February)

Beat by Ozzbeats
https://soundcloud.com/ozzbeats

Heartbreak (Prod. Ozzbeats)

Prod. Flying Lotus


Let me tell you something ‘bout the flakes and the fries
Some leprechaun lovers that got blinded in the eyes
By the slides kept on the low tossed in roads for the chips
Sold toads for bricks, lobbed some sticks on the twigs
Construct a teepee from the massive mind’s load, 
Turn rice to gold and set fire to the bold
Hard headed lead seda-dative, 
kids call sivs but never register the gift like messiahs just trying to live
In the human base the mind’s bored so we construct the rhyme folds
That be dirtying sheets faster than your quarter’s fine holds
Blast her with the ghetto hash smasher if the time holds
And don’t you ever let the head’s comparative to find souls
My nose smelt that cone to brimstone, herbals to dust
My nose smelt that scent on your clothes, turning gold to rust
Unjust as just, making me sick with these flops for jokes
Socks for tokes, he who glide smooth like ghost
Can’t touch me, I’m anti-matter, banshee splatter howling for the full moon platter
Ain’t no matter – keep it cool, keep it calm, I’m flowing so I keep it wet check like lip balm, deep in shit psalms
Say hello to the haters howdy doody how you doin, don’t you dislike destruction due to redemption dawned on dueling?
Demons desponded definitely down as clowns dumb dapped on using
So where’s that leave us in regards to all the steps required for boozing?
And I’ll have to admit, those lines you spit are fresh
Are they off the dome? Scribbling poem after poem after heady sesh?
Whatever, toss the dubs up, with deuces to the past
How you like it out the car at 90 on the overpass


Socks 4 Tokes

The Anthem

For the gang at Norwin


I was on Norwin, that’s where we kicked it daily
Toking to the roach til we couldn’t see, man it was hazy
The tinder game strong, tho we rarely met the chicks
Hangin with each other just the homies got the fix
I was on Norwin, that’s where I called my home
A broken futon in the living room was my throne
When you called my phone, you knew the booze were flowin
Laughs were being had because the party lights were glowin

We were chillin at the house, just tryna kick it
Hunnies hittin you up but not really you’re just tryna get lit
Just tryna stick it, from the ankles to the elbows
Who ever knew you could find chicks without a cell phone?
Yeah it’s funny and we’d laugh it off at the time
Thinking of stupid shit we did, reminiscing writing rhymes
Spill spillin’ in classic spilliam fashion was pretty rad
Or when he’d yell like bruce wayne “I’m not wearing hockey pads”
Said fuck the fads, we went to the bars but didn’t branch out
Hittin’ up the needs or JP’s, approaching blackout
And I’m not saying I have regrets, quite the opposite in fact
We had the world at our hands and it felt like we were on top of it, that’s that
Whether we were wrestling over some chirp that didn’t quite fly
To discussing big Nah’s worry of just when he might die
“Less thinking, more stupid,” the motto Tom chose to flaunt
While he was in the bathroom we had to pee in the lawn (sorry mom)
We did what we wanted and we wanted what we did
Remember on Halloween weekend when we played dress up like little kids?
Ethan the hippo, Bill the bear, and connie the lion
Me the squirrel, tom the panda, and gorilla Nathan kept us flyin
We went to JP’s to sing in our suits, causing a ruckus and such
Only to find some other jabrone was singing the bad touch
Oh my god, what a travesty, what a problem, what a steal!
So we hopped up on stage and danced along, dropped the mic like no big deal
We were always like wutevz, yolo, swag, swoff, ma gosh!
Hashtaggin’ hashtags for the annoyance of others getting lost
People would ask if it ever bothered us all being loaners
We said have a yut yut, a shore, and then head on down head on over



Norwin

Produced by https://soundcloud.com/flofills


Yo, so I was kickin’ it on the corner with my boy 
When I saw you for the first time like peep the decoy
Got me stutterin’ for real, I don’t know what to do
I can’t handle you, and god damnnn check the iris
I nudge the kid and tell him like yo she the flyest
Broad I ever done seen, like I don’t wanna be mean
But good lord she make me wanna be bad creep the scene
So I saunter on over, like yo where’s the rover
Cuz you’re way too damn fine to look like that and have a mind
No offense, but if you ain’t wived then the whole world be blind
From a block away you got my jaw droppin’ lines
But now I’m speechless, offer your name and I’ll give ya mine
I’m like, yo I’m quest what’s up it’s nice to meet ya
I’d like to treat ya to a day of looks and a slice of pizza
Your mouth is sayin’ no but your eyes say otherwise
As you crack a faint smile and give away your disguise
I crack a cheesy joke in an effort to break the ice
Ya slip me a laugh pat my chest with half ya might
I keep focused on those eyes, read between the sight
I ask what you’re looking for, you say a boy who’s nice
I’m like glance no further cuz your wish’s been granted
Got your kind boy right here and I got the playful banter
You make me feel good with that cute grin of yours
So let’s keep ya smilin’ I’m a fiend and I want more
Yo so am I dreamin’? Did I float up out the ceiling?
Cuz I swear to god girl you got my mind steady reelin’
Stealin’ my heart like it ain’t no thang
Getting’ popped with cupid’s arrows cocked the glock bang bang
I ducked low, but one hit me in the dome
Got me seein’ stars while I’m keyin’ bars in my home
And ya know that I’ve seen this all played out before
Like all the times past where I seen dimes spent walkin out the door
And they left me empty, alone with my thoughts
And a handful of questions like yo, why were we not?
But I got faith, and ya know I’ve made it this far
So I’ll be damned if I won’t try to be your man that sets the bar
Ain’t no benefit that ever came from doubt
So lemme do my thing and I promise I won’t ever make ya pout
Tryna figure me out, ya know it ain’t no use
Cus I’m just another romantic beaten down singing blues


Float Up Out The Ceiling (Prod. FloFilz)

Produced by @the-deli

Yo, lemme tell you how it is
The name is quest and I wanna be all up in your biz
You got me goin’ since I been flowin,  ‘91
Got me gasping for air when I check that hiney, hun
Heineken – sippin through a bendy straw trippin
Over vendi feelin’ trendy out the dome with the way your lips glisten
And I’d miss hittin’ – that any day I’m away makin’ scrill for my bae
It’s like they say – you never know what you got til’ it’s gone
But how am I supposed to leave your side with nothing wrong?
Huh?
Switch gears scene two: what the hell is up
With dirty cats shootin smirks tryna get up in the cut?
What the fuck… have respect for the queens and their butts
And the dreams that they love, keep it G for me, bruv
And that’s that, that’s a wrap, keep that seedy shit in line
Or end up getting concrete shoes in the moon shine
And another thing playa we know your game is tight
But that don’t mean you play to pop your jay, it doesn’t make it right
And I apologize if I’m too fast for you to peep
I just see what you believe and I just need for you to see
That thoughts go deep and emotions root us all
The chain and ball that pulls you up can also make you fall
But what would bein’ flush be if you never flopped in life?
And how would dewy drops gleam if you never walked in night?
And how would you know the love if you never felt the pain,
Had you holdin’ by the heart, guts swirlin’ down the drain
Makin’ you insane, twisted games to keep you close
Break you down cell by cell until they got you meetin’ ghosts
And all your friends will tell you that it wasn’t worth your time
And wasn’t worth your neurons sparking tryna write this rhyme
And you’ll think about the times it was good and why you miss
And how you’d give up anything just for one more kiss
And that’s all fine, these things tend to happen time to time
And I know you want to protect whatever’s left inside
After the last one took it all, save some scraps which were left for you
But they came back later taking those and some clothing, too
And I understand how you don’t ever want to feel
Like you’re nothing without this other being tryna seal the deal
And I know all you wanna do is pretend that you don’t care
About the feelings that you hide because the truth is that you’re scared


Blue (Prod. The Deli)

produced by @snarejordan45

So what can I do? What do I do?
Ya sittin’ there like gold or somethin’, more than true
Slipped a smirk but you brushed it under the rug
Honestly I was just tryna get a hug but
girl I’ve seen this game you play
Bat the lashes, pull em in for more, and just fade away
Yo, I bet you got the taste of peaches on your lips
Cuz you‘re narrow in the waist, but so rounded in the hips
My god, god, good golly oh my
Wanna exchange lines but you got me feelin’ shy
And I swear I stared standin' there for like 3 days
Each way you cracked that vibe cookin’ hearts like sun rays
And look at you chica got me all choked up
Nervous at the party, face buried in the cup
And I’ll take that image of you drippin’ sippin’ to the grave
And the way you squint like you tryna say you misbehave
Good lawd, lawdy, lawdy miss blue
What this kid would do just to meet and greet with you
So what can I do? What do I do?
What can I say to make you creep and swoon?
Got my dome spinnin’, and I’m dizzy in your sights
Got me all mixed up with my lefts and my rights
And you’re gonna drive me crazy if you split and leave town
All this hushin’ bout me crushin’ when I wanna settle down
And that’s real, so don’t act like you don’t know just how I feel
The only cat who means it when I’m like yo girl what the deal?
And all these other homies talk like they walk in cake
To get ya into bed to make mistakes and then they flake
And I hate to be that cliché guy acting like he Romeo
But I can see you’re sick of dicks and I hate to say I told you so

What can I do? What do I do?
You’re sittin' there and always stuntin’, ain’t nothing new
What can I do? What do I do?
Good lawd, lawdy. Lawdy Miss Blue.


Miss Blue (prod. snare jordan)

this is for all the nice.

shawheuuuuu

always down for collabs - himme up

<333

qvest.

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