if you ever delete this song my life will be ruined. on of my fav songs of all time for 3 yrs

I hope one day i can neet you atlas. I dont mean this inna creepy stalker type way, I’ve never relate to anyones music the way I do to your music. Wish i could just talk to the man behind the hours and hours of songs I fuckin adore. Thank you. 

Has anyone unscrambled the metaphors yet?

still here listening to your thoughts after years have gone by

@officialjaysquared

produced by me;

hope you enjoy these tales of the colder weather.

:)

when it rains (feat. jay squared)

produced by me

for h.h. <3

p.s. date me

antlers

self-produced

when i'm gone...

thanks to @spacegirlgemmy for suggesting i drop this as a single

luh u

remember me

if design dictates function, what am i? w/ autumn keys

snoozin' (prod. tomcbumpz)

much like me, this song is built entirely of metaphors

unscramble them to find the truth

@tomcbumpz

i don't crave death, i just crave peace (prod. tomcbumpz)

much like summer as it dwindles through fields of its own heat and collapses into fall, i will slip slowly into sleep much easier as time passes by. 

i still fail to recognize, love or accept myself, but i think i'm coming closer to achieving that goal with each passing moment. 

thank you all; stay radiant. 

radiant

rescue me (prod. ¿HUH?)

take it back (feat. jay squared) (prod. purpan)

first part produced by @flayvors @smwun, second part produced by me

LYRICS:

coffee in the mornings
afternoons i lay awake
and hope that something's out there
something that can take away
my breaking state of mind
breaking state of hatefulness
it happens all the time
it happens

having coffee in the mornings
afternoons i waste away
and hope that he returns soon
smiling with patient grace
and makes sure that i'm fine
makes sure that my mind is calm
it happens all the time
it happens

it happens, it happens
it happens, it happens

like a plane crash shark bite, i know that the chance is low
but i'll be waiting here until the day that you can stand to go
where i am, 'cause i'm not a patient man
but i could wait forever for another chance to take your hand
and dance in place, break a manic state and start to feel again
drift through space, kiss my bliss away inside a helix spin
wistful hate, self-inclined and self-inflicated lately
i'm no help with livin', dear, i'm just a selfish fucking baby
and that's too real... far too real to ever say it
so i'll rewrite this verse again and strike all the cursive penned
and think of something better, a bit less detrimental
my life is still in beta... my hit-reg existential
for now, at least, i cower in my coward speech
happiness is out of reach whenever you are out of reach
i'd give it all away for just a single hour each
where both of us can come to terms with our off-balance feet
and learn to walk again

bottom of abyss or bottom feeding bottom-barrell staring
old apparel wearing, take the ferry in to bury him
sanitarium i spend my days and my nights quite
often, off it, talking toxic nonsense
common knowledge brought straight to the tables
stray from the fables, play through the cables
so the sound resonates in every nook and every cranny
read the book and popped a xanny every crook i got uncanny
at the last of it, taxing your passages, rapping a masochist
back to the past a bit, adamant savages, mad at him
hold the talisman above my fucking head like a trophy
and hold your head up in the air like a talisman
no battles or second chances around if you tattlin
all these snakes when they rattlin turn to vacancies after it's said and done
no rest for a setting sun, so impressed that you've never done
what you claiming... fuck the game and the statements, i've said enough

peace

IT HAPPENS // DIRT

hey, thanks for 50k <3

lil vocal acting by my homies jake & marcus <3

lyrics:
i think that now i'd call myself a wordsmith
but not because of talent of ability
it's more that i can balance the facilities
of living as a human, while i'm sittin' here decal-ing my sililoquies
and i guess it makes sense, in that regard
i use my brain as a capture card
inhalin' every word i stumble upon
to try to catalog 'em all before the rapture starts

so you can tag along and follow all the wacky antics
like all my stupid problems that relapsing can't fix
"keep your head up out the sand, stop scratching that wrist
before you turn into another anxious ativan kid"
well i guess it's too late... a couple hundred panic states passed
and my broken self ran away fast
feels like i lost my body in a hand grenade blast
with all this absence in my soul, and i can't evade that

so i'm stuck... trapped in a painting of myself
that was made before i changed how i felt
i'm hoping that my other friends can break out and help
but to be honest, it seems like they've greyed out as well
i constantly remember back in high school
sneaking out to kick it with no pay stubs
everything was simpler then, i guess
i only feel free when there's something to escape from

so i'll keep writing songs of longing for the olden
looking to the future for my confidence and boldness
it certainly isn't here, and neither am i
but i think that we've established that enough to decide
that it's time for a change; or, rather, time to revert
'cause we all sorta miss the designs that we were
and maybe nowadays what i write's more diverse
but the patrick years back didn't understand hurt

and that hurts

a wistful remembrance

wordsmith ii (prod. purpan)

produced by @mt_fujitive
cover photo shot by @chriswrightotj

i have a cold

lyrics:
i'm getting sick of constant negativity, searching for some clarity
try to switch my mind around, reversing the polarity
and scuttle through the undertow, an urgent need for therapy
coercing me to stray from my roots

i've even practiced sacrficing bad news to aphrodite statues
antagonized by past dues, i'm camera shy and fat too
diet plan is snack food, banana pies and cashews
the person that i dream to be, i pantomime with tattoos
but even still, i sense the glimmer of my confidence
hiding under ink i got to mimic my accomplishments
they're few and far between, sort of timid in their promises
drowning subtle whispers with the engine of a rocketship

i can't linger any longer in the past
i'm not the person that i was back then
romanticizing everything, the flowers in the grass
were a stepping stone for expressing my love back then
but now i'm jaded as i cautiously detach
from all the people that i loved back then
drowning every issue via vodka from a flask
to think, the only thing i wanted was a hug back then

sick of constant negativity, searching for some clarity
try to switch my mind around, reversing the polarity
and scuttle through the undertow, an urgent need for therapy
coercing me to stray from my roots

i don't crave death, i just crave peace (prod. tomcbumpz)

atlas

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