If you like these kind of songs I've got a playlist full of them https://soundcloud.com/user-464026313/sets/got-you-in-the-feels?ref=clipboard  please check it out or don't, it's up to you😁

GOSH, WHAT IS THAT MUSIC BOX SAMPLE IN THE BEGINNING?! It sounds so familiar, and its been stuck in my head, but i cant seem to find what its from! 😩

This reminds me of dior chain by iann dior

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

hey, thanks for 50k <3

additional rock stuff at the end by me :~)

lyrics:
thank you for every moment shared
for every hug and kiss when i was stepping over there
to visit you... some might not think it's fair
but all the time i got to spend as yours and all the care
was more than i could ever ask for
you treated me respectfully and that's more
than anyone else... but now i'm sat sore
caught up in my panic like a task force is breaking down my back door

and i hope to see you thrive, to see you thrive

'cause i'm lying in my bed
with my pillow held over my head
wishing that the weight of all this stress
could hold it down and stop my breath

we must go our seperate ways
i know that is the truth
i wish that i could travel back
to the moments spent with you

and freeze time and space in a silent place
to appreciate your smile for a little bit longer

i'll try to be stronger than i am

a wistful remembrance

stronger than i am (prod. mt marcy)

produced by @aimless-beats
art by twitter.com/ahahamadork

back at it again

i write inside of the eye of the storm
with a hyphen-divided title that sidles by in the shadows
hyper-drive when you trying to ride beside in the morn
with that iodine on my clothing, i wash it out with the form
no pauses, no breaks, and i don't talk to no fakes no more
they all snakes, no more of that
i could write a gorgeous rap and probably make a quarter sack
but i would rather throw it like a quarterback

motherfuckers hoarded that style, and now they bored of it
i'm bored of y'all, i wish half these cats in my tapestry acted more involved
i wish they'd address me as majesty when i tour the mall
and i wish all the haters that message me could afford it all
it's kinda sad, i don't know what it's like to rhyme that bad
i don't know what it's like to be that kind of mad
i do know what it's like, to sit looking back at the times they had
in passing, but i'm focused on pressing pencil to writing pad aptly

and i don't mean to end abruptly
but i seem to be disgusting all the people here to judge me
and that's lovely, while y'all are obsessing over some painted nails
i'm hopping the safety rails, exiting while the train derails
and this is patience, stale as ever in the passing sense
frail as ever, such a fragile wimp to battle with... yeah
and i don't mean to be a masochist
but after all the shit y'all put me through, i'm kinda glad ya' did

'cause i don't really care for the world these days
the world these days
i got too many homies out here seeing early graves
seeing early graves
and everything is dull when the world's such a boring gray
such a boring gray
i got too many homies out here seeing early graves
seeing early graves

early graves (prod. aimless)

download <3

i made this whole shit and i'm lit as fuck
shout out my homie shelby for taking the cover photo

bitch my wrist looks like a fucking glacier 
i done killed the game and now it needs a savior 
bring it back to life, i feel like brendan fraser 
never make mistakes, so i don't need erasers 
bitch, you bouta see me take the cup 
better pick them cameras up 
i hope you filming this 
only skill and never luck 
run the game and run amok 
i hope you feeling this 

every color diamond on the chain 
my shit looking like a pride parade 
smoking loud 'til i'm in hyperspace 
i got so much money, think i'm tyra banks 
i got so much money i got tired of banks 
hundred trillion in a giant safe 
couple billion in my hiding place 
(underneath my bed, please don't tell the feds) 

if you touch my paper, then i'm seeing red 
knuckle sandwich on some pita bread 
diamonds snowy, i might need a sled 
yung sleepy hollow, all i need is head 
fuck it, sleep tomorrow, it's a party night 
fuck it, i'm the nicest when i'm on the mic 
fuck it, i ain't never work a 9 to 5 
but i'm on my grind all the fucking time 

yeah... 
and that's true, if you really wanna talk facts 
i don't know why you always gotta talk back 
y'all shady, i ain't talking 'bout a cross-hatch 
oh, my god... yeah... 
and that's true, if you really wanna talk facts 
i don't know why you always gotta talk back 
y'all shady, i ain't talking 'bout a cross-hatch 
fuck out my mentions

fuck out my mentions

emo emo emo emo

lyrics:
halfway down the street from my front porch 
i watched you puke 
too drunk, passed out, hoping you could find 
something to do 

i'm so worried 
when i see you leave 
'cause nobody knows 
if you'll make it home or not 
i'm so worried 
when i see you leave 
'cause nobody knows 
if you'll make it home 

and maybe it was my fault 
so afraid, slam my fist into the drywall 
so high, i see the crimson in your eyeballs 
i just hope you pick the phone up when i call 
and maybe it's the highway 
but something's feeling really fucking weird tonight, eh 
i just hope you listen to me now when i say 
i'm not ready to lose you 

and maybe it was my fault 
so afraid, slam my fist into the drywall 
so high, i see the crimson in your eyeballs 
i just hope you pick the phone up when i call 
and maybe it's the highway 
but something's feeling really fucking weird tonight, eh 
i just hope you listen to me now when i say 
i'm not ready to lose you 

i'm so worried 
when i see you leave 
'cause nobody knows 
if you'll make it home or not 
i'm so worried 
when i see you leave 
'cause nobody knows 
if you'll make it home 

halfway up the block from where you sit 
i'm looking weak 
back then, past times, you and i would wander 
through the streets 

i'm so worried 
when i see you leave 
'cause nobody knows 
if you'll make it home or not 
i'm so worried 
when i see you leave 
'cause nobody knows 
if you'll make it home

WORRIED

this is a song about dissociating 

produced by fats'e 
soundcloud.com/youngburial 
twitter.com/youngburial 

art by ghostly pixels 
twitter.com/ghostly_pixels

lyrics:
laying alone, i dissociate 
laying alone 

i saw a pictureframe 
and it turned out to be a mirror 
my reflection's so much clearer 
when i'm not aware it's me 

i saw a maple tree 
it was growing in my head 
when everybody else was dead 
and i climbed up it just to see 

i saw myself again 
but i stood outside my being 
i could understand that being 
isn't all there is to be 

i see the future now 
got too distracted by the present 
to remember that my head is 
not a vehicle for fear 

and it's a long way down if you fall 
and it's a long way up if you don't 

and it's a long way down if you fall 
and it's a long way out, so 

i sit in the center 
and i ponder my disinterest 
for it all 

it's a lot easier 
to imagine ending things 
(to imagine ending things) 
when i'm watching myself 
from the third person 
(from the third person) 

it's a lot easier 
to imagine changing things 
(to imagine changing things) 
when i'm watching myself 
from the third person 
(from the third person)

dissociate (prod. fats'e)

cute trap shit

lyrics:
i'm just tryna hold your hand
put some diamonds on your wrist
got some ice behind my lips
you can feel it when we kiss, wait
(x4)

gas in my lungs, bars in my text files
snuggling a cutie with a name straight out of x-files
can't even pronounce the fuckin' names on my textiles
i just dropped a rack on these lames, i gotta flex now

i might get cash, spit raps
been that, been the best, yeah, whatever
i'm magic, just got my hogwarts
acceptance letter
they asking how i've been
i'm just like, "never better"
cash flow come so steady
like a sturdy boat in the best of weather, oh, my

they paying homage to me soon
my new whip so much knee room
might drop a band on some seafood
and i don't even like seafood

but i sure do like you...
i guess that's what's really matters
make the competition scatter
you say i'm cute, i'm fuckin' flattered, wait

just know that i fuck with you
in fact, i kinda think you dummy cute
(x3)

and if your favorite chip is really bbq
then i'ma grab a few and we can kick it, okay, yeah, peace

i'm just tryna hold your hand
put some diamonds on your wrist
got ice behind my lips
you can feel it when we kiss, wait
(x4)

DUMMY CUTE

@youngburial

pretty fucking emo so here's this

lyrics:
put up a facade and you saw right through it
told me i was worthless but i already knew it
i don't care how i die as long as i do it
don't care how i die as long as i do it

put up a facade and you saw right through it
told me i was worthless but i already knew it
i don't care how i die as long as i do it
please close your eyes, i don't wanna put you through it
at all

hair in my eyes, i can't see straight
drugs in my veins makes me knees shake
baby, won't you hold my hand while i limp through the hall
feeling trapped in my mind, need an escape

every day is just a mess of depressive episodes
panic in my room over never letting go
singing songs you've never heard about that seven-letter word
this anxiety gon' place me in the wreckage in the snow

i'm tired, so tired all the time
this stress on my back's been severing my spine
no, i'm never doing fine

put up a facade and you saw right through it
told me i was worthless but i already knew it
i don't care how i die as long as i do it
don't care how i die as long as i do it

put up a facade and you saw right through it
told me i was worthless but i already knew it
i don't care how i die as long as i do it
please close your eyes, i don't wanna put you through it
at all

facade (prod. fats'e)

merry christmas, friends!
here's some heat

lyrics:
coming up, i never really had shit 
no bedframe, just the floor and the mattress 
no left lane, stuck in slow moving traffic 
then i made racks on racks off practice 
now everything is perfect, i don't look at price tags 
all i do is purchase, remember back in high school 
no one liked the gay kid, had to learn to fight soon 
all them hicks mad 'cause i turned into a tycoon 
now my life a business, i made it off of my own shit 
soundcloud check to an iphone 6 
flow used to blow like cyclones did 
now i'll make your mixtape with my eyes closed, bitch 
might pioneer a genre from my bedside 
from my bedside 
got me feeling sorry for the next guy 
better luck next time

coming up, i never really had shit 
no bedframe, just the floor and the mattress 
no left lane, stuck in slow-moving traffic 
then i made racks on racks off practice 
(x2) 

went from a rock band mic to an off-brand mic 
to the god damn mic i'm using--stupid 
most of y'all cats so clueless--nuisances 
stepping in front of my movement--move it 

you really gotta believe me 
the competition was easy 
they came to me with a treaty 
i couldn't stress it enough 
started out with a message 
and turned to local legend 
but now it's not even a question 
i'm your celebrity crush 
labels called it a gamble 
they said i'm too much to handle 
i couldn't fit on the panel 
but now they ready to bluff 
cats who used to belittle me 
hitting me, say they spitting heat 
every one of my enemies 
getting left in the dust 

that's a promise, i feel so on it 
bars rock hard like a god damn onix 
most y'all kids need hooked on phonics 
every new song's the just the same old garbage 
be more honest... honestly, i promise that it's worth it 
i remember balancing geometry with wording 
i remember practicing through callouses and curses 
but now my life feel so god damn perfect

coming up, i never really had shit 
no bedframe, just the floor and the mattress 
no left lane, stuck in slow-moving traffic 
then i made racks on racks off practice 
(x3)

PERFECT

PRODUCED BY @NOSENTENCES 
ART BY TWITTER.COM/WAVELESSNY

it's banger season, come ride the wave

LYRICS:
this that laid back, cool shit, speeding past a cruise ship 
left you in the past tense, bloody, need a new lip 
cool, wrist like alaska, 'cause it's icy tho 
we could make you live a half-life like an isotope 
i've been drinking alcohol, but i ain't talking isopropyl 
feel like i'm about to fall, them bags under my eyes are purple 
woah, floor getting slicker with every shot 
woah, why you got your britches in a knot? 

it's the sicker spitter, hit a lick, and duck off in the dodge 
'cept i'm more than likely hoarding someone's blunt in a garage 
in the midwest, yeah, it's all a front or a facade 
such a bummer to be awful at the only thing you got 
but you managing it pretty well, vile with the flow 
think it's winterfell, wrist look like a pile of the snow 
i don't kiss and tell, if she wanna fly out for a show 
then i come and then i go, 'cause i'm always on the road 

don't mistake it or hate it, made my plate out of waste 
and went to the attic from basement, moving up in my placement 
from depressed and complacement to "i'ma flex 'til i change it" 
when no one knew what my name was, i still wrote page after page 
i suppose that if i make it, then that's why 
but i don't really wanna be that guy 
yeah, i don't wanna look like the bad guy 
but most my competition on standby 

so i'ma come thru and then kill and dig into beats 
i brag about nothing but make that shit heat 
they getting jealous when they listen to me 
but speaking back'll get 'em ripped into pieces 
pennsylvia to the borderline 
from east manhattan to the torrey pines 
i'm the central the topic like florida time 
and i'm passing if she only sorta fine 

and that's that... yeah... fax, no printer shit 
finally got some bands but i don't act no different 
thinking 'bout the old days... bagged no mistresses 
was listening to coldplay... yeah, don't mention it, whatever

WAVES

woah! aye!

mixed by https://www.twitter.com/lilpolearm @polearm
cover art by https://www.twitter.com/drdful

lyrics:
might just have to rip it thru my nose, lickin' on her toes 
pull up at her door with hella different color roses 
said she wanna go, well where you wanna go? 
'cause i'll go anywhere with you i don't care where we goin' 

can't delay it, been the greatest, no discussion 
topped me by the palm trees, i coconutted 
i ain't yo x but i'll still pull up at the function 
think i found the formula for stacking up these hundreds 

might put bands on my hands like a lobster 
in high school, i was getting slammed into lockers 
now i'm cool, posing for the gram, check my posture 
f's on my tests, bitch i feel like mr. crocker, i'm honored 

hit it from the back like a fender bender 
yeah, i hit it then i dip like a chicken tender 
my wrist iced out like a winter blizzard 
life flashing by now, but you don't get the picture 

run it like an athlete, fuckin' in the backseat 
might just turn this uber ride into a fake taxi 
said that gucci drop was hella hard, i had it last week 
wavy like i'm max b, you ain't have to ask me 

diamonds on diamonds, i feel like steve i had to stack em up 
wilin, we wilin, my shawty drippin like an aqueduct 
so boofed that i can't move and i'm sad as fuck 
still hit her with that pool cue, told her rack 'em up 

balling, i'm balling, i'm like mike with the pump fake 
versace up on me, i'm flexed up, screaming fuck snakes 
designer is fine i could put you in it if you want, babe 
giuseppe, she text me, like are you tryna have a lunch date 

please, i spill the tea 
freshest around like i got the febreeze 
head in the ground like an ostrich, you see 
if you talk down, you ain't talking to me 

'cause i been staring at my pc making beats until my eyes are sore 
flexed up, i get more checks than the verizon store 
next up, 'cept i'm up now, and it's time for war 
competition scared 'cause they know this ain't my final form

DUMMY CUTE

atlas

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