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meltycanon - happy end

thanks to everyone who's ever been there to support me.

i wouldn't be here without you guys.

this was gonna be for 2k, but fuck it, you guys deserve it.

a letter to my freshman self (prod. purpan)

edit/update: the person who this song was originally written about is now essentially devoid of respect and likability in my eyes, so now it's a ballad for all of the lovers out there who aren't fucking each other over.

good riddance, s.

thanks, p.

thanks, world.

[peace.love.happiness]

e[u].logy (prod. purpan)

sorry for the recent inactivity.

school's rough.

love you guys :)

@purpan

brand[new]day (prod. purpan)

@tomppabeats

love is a sunset; watch it with me.

to download for free, just go to:

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shells (prod. tomppabeats)

@nosentences

admittance

art by http://www.instagram.com/cozylile

honesty (prod. no sentences)

thank you to everyone for all the support, really

prod. @yungameba
mixed by @tevinwmusic

if somehow scientists proclaim they see the apocalypse approaching 
I would buy a box of tissues, Oculus and lots of lotion 
and just lock myself indoors, I’d build a bunker out of blankets,
a fallout shelter out of sofa cushions, cook a bunch of pancakes, 
while I thunk about my grandkids, I’d prolly have to forage lunch,
or have a bran of storage porridge and a can of orange chunks,
until I reached a shortage, then if I hungered for a banquet

I’d make cocktails, mostly molotov
and waltz on over to a wal-mart with my martyr-like martini bombs and wall it off
so I could have the whole place to myself,

 I’d stop and start to crop apart the shopping carts 
and fashion pitchforks from the bars until I felt a sense of self-defense, 
I’d meld a fence around the produce sector and I wouldn’t have to spend a cent, 
I’d set up tents in electronics and wouldn’t have to send the rent, 
Instead of panicking, I’d marshal mannequins, pretend they’re friends
and host a massive slumber party in the “home and bedding” end

cause all I need to be content, is room and board and solid food
if I end up the last on Earth, then I’d adore the solitude
and I don’t mean to sound too rude, I just don’t really find it strange
that I don’t care the way we go, whether it’s war or climate change
atomic bombs or comet craters, hordes of zombie space invaders,
angels singing psalms while Satan’s satyrs crack through the equator
either way we’re gone, and I don’t feel the need to lift the rug,
if I can spend my final moments happy, I don’t give a fuck

I’d do my best to reconstruct tho, if let’s say the apocalypse 
caused major drops in populace and hit New York’s metropolis, 
I’d obligate myself to help me congregate the boroughs, 
add some zeroes to the census bureau’s copy room materials,
I’d even copulate with girls to help repopulate the world
cause that would be my duty;

 maybe I’d do what Jehovah would
and go for broke and build an ark of fifty cubits gopherwood
but leave the termites out cause surely that would not go over good

If I knew the world was ending
I’d start texting all my exes
and fuck ourselves to death until Jesus resurrects us
and the trumpets say 
it’s judgement day…

cataclysm

I didn't know I could rap, who knows maybe I still can't. Click "more" for free download.
Instrumental available upon request.

Lyrics: I found myself daydreaming again it's no surprise
It's been like two days since I closed my eyes
No that's a lie
One day, twelve hours, six minutes, give or take a few
I'm creepin' in the night like a gumshoe
Steady losing revenue
My rent's already overdue but what am I supposed to do
I've only got bars when I'm in cages
A teenage slave to the wages
and god only knows I don't make shit off these pages
If I eat any less you'll see my rib cage its
Such a shame to see these kids with real passion cash-in just to buy the latest fashion
And their life flashes past in a dull nine to five
We're all just trying to thrive
But most can only survive
On the breadline, or slightly above average
And only a select few live lavishly
They probably see my lines as brattish
I don't care, I'm simply sharing
Observations made from some,
Floppy haired, scatter-brained insomniac
Sadsack, crackerjack, unknown like the zodiac killer
Cruzin' through my life with the poetry rife
And slashing beats like I'm wielding a knife
I make my own shit 'cause I'm to shy to try a cypher
Or find a nice girl and try to wife her
But let's be real, I'm spitting fire, 
The flames burn higher with every skill I acquire these flows are quite desirable
But it doesn't really matter,
The truth of the matter is it pays to be a whack rapper
A gum flapper, with a mouth full of beads, 
Chatting shit like how they got bitches sipping their seeds, 
Like the origins of oranges, it's way too much, like porn jizz
Aw shit,
You got me sad 'cause now I gotta mourn this beat because I killed it.

Gumshoes

a self titled mixtape by naak wood.

this is the first project ive released, i hope you all enjoy.

u could miss it (prod. driver)

skateboard p

I have other songs too pls check them out 4 the love of god

lyrics: 

yeah i wake up i feel like fucking shit
imagine winning lottery then losing that ticket
and when you fucking find it its taken by pigeon
and then your straw pokes straight through the drink
that you bought cause you ran a massive sprint
which was on the hottest day of was it summer spring?
and you couldnt even finish cause you felt so faint
but damn it thats just fate

bad luck bad luck bad luck
yeah we got bad luck
bad vibes we die oh well
arrived so fine oh well

i never even finished the sentence that i mention
cause the reverend said that confession has just ended
so im lefted singing hallelujah for repentence
but the cross is upside down and the devil has just entered
and so i went to the seven eleven i just rented
i get it im so messy the way i spit irreverent 
thats why my parents dont listen and i hide it from everybody
cause if i tell everybody they act like i caught a body
oh buddy oh buddy that shit is so wack man 
like will smith making a rap damn
i went there
damn im so trap man
damn im such bad luck
damn it my fly open

a letter to my freshman self (prod. purpan)

atlas