i ws not expecting these levels of epicness

Show N Tell/Whip (Session) ~ Juice Wrld

I don't own this song. 
all credit from the song goes to atlas. 
Keep it up.
https://soundcloud.com/atlas

Atlas - Figaro Freestyle (off The Top)

wake up, it's time for bool

@nosentences

got my eyes on the computer screen, tryna work my digits in
fidget with the lettering but never with the sentences
pause check the clock, and it appears it's six a.m. again
another night wasted or another day finished
and my mind is steady running in place
i don't wanna fall asleep, 'cause i've got so much to say
but i don't wanna stay awake and keep exhaustion at bay
because i presently am dead inside the bed where i lay
i might as well work now, maybe it could suffice
as more a method of confusion than a dip into life
it's like my body parts are planning out an intricate heist
but my mind is logged in on a different device
and my session expired, i'm exceptionally tired
every step is like fire straight from my head to my toes
see, i'm an excellent liar when i've slept the required
8 or 7 hours prior, but at present i'ma go the fuck to sleep and--

*bwoooooooooomp*

okay rise and shine, hello to the ladybugs
insert several other stupid phrases about waking up
rub the sleep out of my eyes and view the clock that hangs above
and hit the snooze a couple times to keep my hours 8 or plus
check my phone once, twice, three times, four
just so i can see the second i'm messaged by mon amour
for a date or a small excursion straight to a donut store
where i'm holding an open door to convey that i'm spoken for
and it's great, it's a total score, it's a wonderful set of things
that exist in my present bubble of love where the petals sing
as they're blooming on every flower, moving to better springs
engulfed in a heavy shower of rain that the weather brings
and... even though my days might be presented slow
they pass before my eyes at higher rates than even jets can go
and the cycle will repeat itself like history and reddit posts
so what's the point in fighting it? i'm staying up and letting go

alarm (prod. no sentences)

download <3

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

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

uhhh yeah @mt_fujitive

lyrics:
it's that awkward diva essence, chronically depressive
stop and leave a message or just talk to me a second
with that java bean aesthetic (grinding), probably dyslexic
if you got me mixed up with all these drama queens

i don't wanna hear that... you can keep that shit at home
rapping in my bedroom... guess i did this shit alone
often too alone, but all these tinder boys are pretty gross
so 'less you tryna go and grab some coffee, please don't hit my phone

lately, that's the only type i've fallen for
frail, tall-ish, nail polish, yeah, i've said it all before
used to grab my daily arizona from the dollar store
and kick it with the homies who don't rly like to call no more

yeah... but i don't call 'em either so it's my fault
slammed my cell receiver on the sidewalk
handle full of ether 'til my mind's gone
you don't need a feature, this is my song

you don't need a feature, this is my song
homie, you don't need a feature, this is...
well, you don't need a feature, this is my song
this is my song... and this

that awkward diva essence, chronically depressive
stop and leave a message or just talk to me a second
with that java bean aesthetic (grinding), probably dyslexic
if you got me mixed up with all these drama queens
(x2)

(pathetic)

my song (prod. mt. fujitive)

produced by @jhfly

lyrics:

i often sit and wonder how your hand would feel
if we were sitting on my carpet sharing chamomile
keep a lot of little secrets that i can't reveal
until we're high at 3 am just sharing chamomile
(x2)

i guess...

i've got a letters that i've written
a few of them i'm tempted to incinerate
they tend to pile up around my desk
at the frequency of sadness and dinner plates
it's easy to get lost inside of memories
it's harder to pretend that isn't bothersome
you told me 'bout your favorite kinds of flowers
so i went to the market and i got you some

i didn't even break down when i left my house
i didn't even get anxious when i went out
you know the words never sound quite right when they leave my mouth
but, darling, just finish your tea, and we'll go lay down
we can go lay down

i often sit and wonder how your hand would feel
if we were sitting on my carpet sharing chamomile
keep a lot of little secrets that i can't reveal
until we're high at 3 am just sharing chamomile

flowers ep

chamomile (prod. jhfly)

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

final form!

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

back then (prod. mt. fujitive)

is this really life?

produced/written by me
mastered by biskwiq 
art by skirt

lyrics:
when you're standing at your window in your bathrobe
like you do
like you do

talking to your mother on your cell phone
turning blue
you can't move

she says, "ayla, are you eating like you're supposed to?
tell the truth
i know you"

you wonder if she knows about the old youth
that you knew
what's the use?

i wonder if there's more out there
nothing really feels quite right these days
ayla, if you hear my voice
promise me you'll stay awake
i wonder if there's more out there
nothing really feels quite right these days
ayla, if you hear my voice
promise me you'll stay away

when you're staring at the ceiling in your bedroom
every night
flickering lights

from the broken bulbs in street lamps that surround you
paint you white
seconds at a time

you face the wall you used to put your back to
scatter lines
pass the time

you feel as though you're trapped inside a vacuum
can't be right
is this really life?

i wonder if there's more out there
nothing really feels quite right these days
ayla, if you hear my voice
promise me you'll stay awake
i wonder if there's more out there
nothing really feels quite right these days
ayla, if you hear my voice
promise me you'll stay away

spotify/apple music <3

ayla

...sleeping on the phone

vocals by lando & i
produced by lando & i
mastered by biskwiq
cover photo shot by ellie

@landosmusic
@biskwiq
https://instagram.com/efffelll/

lyrics:
sunday morning, vacant doorway
wipe the sunlight from your eyes
and trace your favorite constellation
on their skin

overwhelmed by the emotion
watching cogs turn in your mind
you sort of wonder where this wonder
may have been

'cause you're always in between
stuck behind the tv screen
in somebody else's dream
feeling like a ghost

always in between
stuck behind the tv screen
in somebody else's dream
trying to let you know

late night when the lights go out
long stares at an old friend's house
feels just like a cheesy movie scene

scan lines on a crt look like
hd when you're next to me, alright
i can see it so clearly

in between
stuck behind the tv screen
in somebody else's dream
trying to let you know

in between
stuck behind the tv screen
in somebody else's dream
sleeping on the phone

final form!

atlas

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