black sunday [essentials]

prod. @kaonashibeats

how could you have left us broken?
how could you have left us broken?
broken
so broken
how could you have left us broken?
broken
broken

soulless soul
my shadow grows
they'll never know
they're letting go

i'm so alone
more than before
i cannot roam
i'm born at war

no matter all my efforts, i know it's not enough
i offer you my flesh cause our oath is wrote in blood
if you let go right now, perhaps i'll know freedom
before i'm down, killed by what's left of my love 

how could you have left us broken?
how could you have left us broken?
broken
so broken
how could you have left us broken?
broken
broken

don't let go
don't let go
ghost
can't escape
don't let go

spotify :)

broken vr. 2

Much love to my dawg Chow <3
Mixed by pis.i <3

145 (prod. by Chow)

u would've loved it

All sounds used i this song belong to me, I personally recorded each and every sound, including my own voice.

© 2019 Sqorb Records

icy well

prod. nobody

lyrics:
Dodging questions like a matador
Every time I fell there was no padded floor
Fuck the school grades this music matters more
Living with my cousins I ain’t had a door
Created my own the locks were padded
Sorta sad that I dun sat ashore
While everybody prosper around me 
They acting so reckless
Chains been holding me down 
And I got no necklace
They outgoing
I don’t even go out
Tryna be an idol
Yet I’m too shy to row out
This stings harder than a yellow jacket
Feelings boxed in like I bubble wrapped it
Life’s a war and I been thinking about another tactic
Either way I’m always caught up in some action
Slits on my palm from the pacts I made 
Back in the day
When this rapping was passionate, getting past my days
Wasn’t taxing
Write a verse or else I’ll go insane, batshit
Now a verse be driving me insane, been slacking
Use to say I’m pragmatic but I never have been
ill fortune’s automatic i just let it happen
And my passions live nomadically 
Remember back then
When I felt like people liked me or at least myself did
Nowadays my psyche really need protection 
When I look at my reflection I just miss affection
Pray this music is a blessing not a misdirection
Not a misdirection

PRAY

prod. nobody

lyrics:
I ain’t joking when I say I’ve had some dark nights 
Deep discussions til they turning on the park lights
I’ve thrown my hopes right out the window like a bar fight
Uh
It’s hard to sleep with these scarred eyes
And these cursed ears
I pray we’ve gotten through the worst years
How your family the root of all your worst fears?
I cleanse myself of all the feeling when I serve tears
Just a numb body tryna be a somebody
Hard to smell the roses when the nose runs snotty
I’ll prolly end up at a desk with countless regrets
Maybe look upon this past as a fun hobby
With a chuckle like the people lookin down on me
Shit’s fishy man my life on the line
Been debating my demons
They tryna tackle my pride 
Got an angel on the other side 
Racking my mind
I ain’t tryna do backflips to bag in the dimes
Tryna strive unsigned
Can’t even live independent 
Yeah I’m tryna take it home
Really gettin the pennant
Life only getting harder didn’t think that they meant it
Poof! there goes all my hope
Need to tell it and penn it
Stay glancing out my window like a damsel in distress
Mind wandering
Ain’t no telling where it’s headed next
And I fear I’m headed nowhere
Bandolier across my chest
Just to fight off all my fears
More weary with every step

NIGHTS

prod. nobody

lyrics:
Bad blood
I be looking down to see the souls
Get angrier as I get old
And more knowledge make me cold
Been made aware to what been here along
I been so alone
Beneath the surface is so low
Beneath the burdens there’s a kid
Nobody see unless you show em
Surprised my momma’s pride isn’t mummified
I know that mine is
She don’t even know my grind
Please forgive me for my shyness
I know sometimes I might be mindless
You take all the weight with kindness
Don’t repay you much
Uh
Never saying much
Uh
They wanted change I never gave a buck
Same roof separate lives 
Same booth different lies
Same dude many passions
Didn’t suit me, cut the ties
Blood run thinner by the day
See my brother don’t know what to say
Granny didn’t recognize my face
Looked into the mirror, felt the same
Like a sniper, loving long distance 
Too much time alone is lonely living
Wish to bear the barest fruits
Straws the only thing I’m picking
Hide when I am needed most
If I can’t see it, it can’t be imposed
Eyes closed
I ain’t seen the ropes
All the nicest people mean the most
They try to hold me in their cove
I wanna flee the coast
I tend to flee the coast
I tend to flee the coast

BLOOD

prod. nobody

lyrics:
All my days so azul 
My own mind been tryna play me for a fool
Been lost 
We ain’t won in a minute uh
Got lots of work to do
When things fall apart you best pick up the tools
And get to work with it
Desperately reconstructing til it hurt again
Can’t grasp reality
When I’m gone the birds still gonna chirp man
Only way to live is through another person
I still distance
A crippling hypocrite who begs no assistance 
All I see is closed blinds but I swear I got the vision
Can’t grow out of the sadness nor in rap with this division
I keep swearing it will change
Fall in their places, rearrange
Yeah these notions so deranged 
Pain is such a bitter tang
I spit it on the mic and still my mindset is the same
Yeah this rapping is my truth huh
Thought it’s supposed to set you free huh
Guess I’m lying in the booth man
When the lion shows it’s teeth
This where you find what’s left of me

AZUL

sum leftover beats from my new project over at https://soundcloud.com/aaronthomas27

1. aint
2. nextome
3. snow
4. yu
5. strs.
6. meek
7. cmon
8. plate
9. glide

LEFTOVERS

Falter Not (prod. piras)

prod. nobody

lyrics:
Ain’t been making sense
I been tryna keep it buck
Just tryna be honest cuz myself just ain’t enough
Talking to my momma, love the way she lift me up
Ain’t seen my father in a minute I just pray he missing us
I felt abandoned like that day I missed the bus
Let that shit haunt me cuz I never made a fuss
One day I’m gonna pop and let the puss run
Momma get to feeling down she got a plus one
Got my big boy pants
Came with no buckle
Got my own chin and it broke my own knuckles
And there’s nothing below it
Tip toeing over trash from a wanna be poet
I’m a stoic
Wash my hands in the grief that we knowing
The only way to get clean
Keep flowing

get clean

gone memory

letting go II

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